I have not had a chance to visit my hometown for a long time. Today, after a hard school year, I was rewarded by parents for a trip to the country. Alas! My hometown is much renovated!

Looking back at my hometown as a colorful picture. Close to the bamboo village, rice fields, ... Standing on the ceiling of her grandmother, you open the eyes of the River River gentle flowing year round. On hot summer days, we usually wade down the river to wash our feet, hands and bathe. Water is like holding children in the lap. The most fun and busy is at 6 - 7 am. At that time the students went to school, the doctor went to work and she went to the market on a wooden float bridge connecting from one river to the other. In the river, boats swept back. In front of me is the rice field. Far from the field like a blue carpet, there are some peasants visiting rice paddies. Come back, everyone praised rice this year is good. I heard her say: "In the past, this paddy field was full of grass, a pole was harvested nearly a hundred yards, now one pole can harvest three paddy paddy. The mountain is sloping up, and the trees around the mountain look silky, and down the street, just past the gate stands the village road. When it rains, the muddy road is slippery and greasy and there are many potholes. At that time, my mother went to school to fall down, the water was dirty, I had to go home instead. "Now that the attention of the commune, the road to my village was wrapped in a concrete shirt.

The two sides of the road in front of the row are roofed houses with clay walls, where rain is leaking again. There was no electricity at all, until the darkness was lit up the oil lamp and closed in the house, afraid to go to the neighbors play because it was dark. Now the two sides of the road near the two-story house grows. Electric lamps are illuminated. The antenna tower mounted high towering. Surely in all the countryside in our country, there are many places with beautiful scenery and innovation like your hometown.

If anyone does not remember homeland

Will not grow into people

The singing on the couch in the ears. I think growing up wherever you go, I can not forget where to bury vegetables, cut off the belly button. At present, sitting on the school chair, I think I will study well so that tomorrow I will grow up, build up my country more and more beautiful, so as not to support the education of parents and teachers.