To me, the life countryside is my best choice. Living in a peaceful countryside help me feel comfortable beacause of many reasons. Firstly, life in the countryside is really quite and fresh. The air is clean and good for health. It isn’t polluted as the life in the cities. Secondly, people are friendly and kind to each other. Countryside is a place where they are willing to help each other unconditional. When they meet each other, everybody knows everybody and often say “hello”. Thirdly, the cost of living in the countryside is lower than that in cities. There are many food by themselves such as meat, eggs, vegetables, fishes and so on. It is really safe to eat everyday. People in the countryside don’t waste money on unnecessary things. I prefer the life in the countryside. In the future, I will buy a small house to live here with my family.

That day, after a night of rain and water flooded the fields, from early morning I followed Uncle Tam to the fields. He is of good health, about forty years old. Dark skinned, wearing an old conical hat. Uncle wore a bathrobe shirt, black shorts, revealing his strong arms and calves. His face looks old before his age but shows a kind and honest expression, his mouth holds a cigarette, his hand leads a buffalo, his shoulder carries a plow to the field. The field was now flooded with immense white water, it was divided horizontally and along the small dikes. The farmers in the fields have been present ever since. When I got there, he told me to sit under the shade of a cool tree. Uncle forced the plow into the double yoke of buffalo. Then his right hand held the plow, his left hand held a whip to hit the buffalo's back to signal the pair of buffaloes to go to the field. Uncle started plowing in the outer circle and then mixed in, the buffaloes turned left and right according to his "Ví, Tha" sound. the bustling sound, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the field.The plow blade slowly glides through the water and the mud to the sides. The buffalo quietly pulls the plow, its feet are sunk deep into the mud, walking slowly, mouth panting, his mouth was full of drool, his eyes were red, but he still struggled to pull the plow, his neck straightened with heavy strides, he still advanced at Uncle Tam's control. too, he wanted to stop, but Uncle Tam knocked his whip on his horn and he tried to move forward. Uncle Tam skillfully controlled the plow deeply into the ground, his back was also wet with sweat. After taking a break, he took a cigarette to smoke and chat with me. Then he continued his work until the sun was high in the sky, when the field was finished plowing. He removed the plow and led the buffalo home.

Looking at the new furrows, I thought to myself that someday this rice field will flourish and give us delicious and precious grains to feed everyone... how many drops of sweat gave us delicious rice bowls...