I was born and raised in Minh Duc, Tu Ky, Hai Duong. Here is the place where I love the best. It is a peaceful place. The air is fresh. The space is quiet. We can enjoy healthy natural conditions without worrying much about environmental pollution. As for social security, my village is a safer place than a city. Morever, people here are friendly and ready to help each other. Most of them live on agriculture and breeding cattle as well as poultry. So the food there are always fresh and tasty. Although I go anywhere, I still think of my village, Minh Duc.

I love Haiphong, love my Harbor City, love the crowded streets and still no smog.Loving the so-so that the sky was so red and flaming that the symbol of the city that the son of a foreigner was forced to see was a phoenix. Love the evening lights, see the light chain - which is high pressure, neon lights, car lights ... racing shine on each street. Love to see the burden of street police not re-run the smile "What do you buy?".

I love him, love people here. Love from the cafe owners when each birthday, bring the cake to us is smiling "Need fork knife without children?", Love each morning early, late afternoon, the neighborhood I was in; Each group of people climbing the gym, they say friendly, whether it is the first meeting. Not afraid, not flute, they can invite each other cups without knowing each other, and then met on the street again asked each other "This afternoon meet on the mountain"!

I love him, love the young but harmonious soul. Love middle-aged doctors nearly 60 met in the mountains are still swinging up their back scared each other. Love the way when children open young music, parents do not scream "Do you turn off that silly music is not it?" Sit down and listen. "Oh, he looks handsome too, but his voice is weak." Loving the nearly 50 women still love Cam Ly, Tuan Hung, and still mend the singing along the "Road of rain" of Cao Thai Son without fearing other people laugh "old but also empty."

I love him, love the people are proud and proud of his homeland. Love the sea cars 15, 16 between Ho Chi Minh City, Hanoi. Love the way you say proud "I Hai Phong.Love the way you buy a car and send home registration number plate just to get sea 16 ... instead of wearing the sea Hanoi. Love each holiday and Tet, spring, when the car station, looking at each group of people waiting for the car to Hai Phong to see that they still love the homeland, heart still hurt to home much.

I love him, love the evening on the terrace looking down the road, each group of container trucks upstream toward the port, need to deepen the barrels of goods across the country to see that his hometown is abundant vitality , is growing momentum. There are Nomura-Hai Phong, Dinh Vu and Vinh Niem industrial parks, new markings of Hai Phong - Thap Cham, DAP, FSO. Love the morning mornings in front of the Maritime University of Vietnam - the only university in Vietnam with a recognized diploma in the whole world - see the children in uniform greet the flag, each mirror Surprisingly, the hope for the future of the city.