no place as beautiful as my country. where I was born and raised. My house is next to the towering bamboo as to the skies. my house near a rice field and a lake. Invariably afternoon, I got a few kids out there with bathing, playing for a long time under water and land to hook back to shore crab. Bath, we go ashore kite. an evening, I lay on the grass and watch the stars, the moon, along with a friend. rural homes have simple leaves, the vast field, immense, considering the city, it has many losers, but not at home so that I do not have interesting things. though later, I still remember going to his hometown, where I was born and raised in her mother's arms.
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