I was born and lived in Saigon, but the memories are always the emotional warmth of Tra Vinh-my hometown.Everyone has their hometown where was born and raised.Home to the beautiful one but I found my hometown more beautiful than all.
When dawn, people haven't awakened, dew are slowly running away then the cock was signaling a new day.Birds sing the Sun, the white stork flew over gold fields where the peasant begins its work.Everyone was up. From hear rao's first peaceful morning, the students sing said laughing on the way to school so dear. The siren, the vehicle with the same person talking.Noon to micro flute are soaring, clear of the boys blanket Buffalo with kite flying high again increased the beauty at home. Dimensional space, the following tidbits photo plot fills in the high mountains. Meanwhile, the House had been up the lights and go to bed at the Sun, which he also is at her beautiful face Hang out. The people back home I weigh Tickle, open minded, very near. Be about home, am pm kite on the topic, see the peaceful rice fields, quiet, for me there is nothing like using.I silently promised that whatever goes where, out of what I remember about my hometown.
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