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I was born and grown up on the poor land in Duc Tho district, Ha Tinh province. That’s where deeply attaches to me 15 years of life. If anyone who asks me that “What’s the thing your most proud of?” .I will answer that’s my hometown. Duc Tho is the land poor where the people live by rice cultivation, breeding, and fishing. Although the life is very difficult, but the people is very friendly, and studious. In Duc Tho, there is a Tung Anh village where called “Doctor village”. Duc Tho is also the home of Tran Phu Secretary General, and marked many memories of the great leader Ho Chi Minh. If you come to Duc Tho, you will feel many interesting things, visiting Tran Phu tombstone, La Giang dyke, rowing on La driver, and enjoying the traditional songs. In the evening, they can enjoy a special food which is “mussel rice” – just only eat one time, you will never forget. Beautiful and unobtrusive! Duc Tho always tries to grow, and to improve the life of people, but keeping the traditional culture.
A new day begins. The sun gradually appeared behind several high-rise buildings and began to shine the gentle sunlight of the morning. A large space was slowly changing color. The replacement for the dim night is bright pink light spreading throughout the space, along with light, the air is moving. It becomes light and clear, cool, stimulating to each muscle, making people feel astonishingly soft. Below that, the green trees just woke up, shivering slightly. On the dew-soaked leaves are the worms that are still sleepy, curled up slightly in the leaves that have not yet welcomed the dawn. The more diligent birds have risen for a long time and are singing new day welcome songs. According to the song of the birds singing, the bright yellow rays of sunlight also started dancing and singing in the streets. The space is no longer quiet, but gradually turns into bustle. It was the laugh of the girls and students who were walking quickly to the school, the sound of motorbikes and the whistle in the morning. All seem to have awakened to start a new labor day …
I was born and grown up on the poor land in Duc Tho district, Ha Tinh province. That’s where deeply attaches to me 15 years of life. If anyone who asks me that “What’s the thing your most proud of?” .I will answer that’s my hometown. Duc Tho is the land poor where the people live by rice cultivation, breeding, and fishing. Although the life is very difficult, but the people is very friendly, and studious. In Duc Tho, there is a Tung Anh village where called “Doctor village”. Duc Tho is also the home of Tran Phu Secretary General, and marked many memories of the great leader Ho Chi Minh. If you come to Duc Tho, you will feel many interesting things, visiting Tran Phu tombstone, La Giang dyke, rowing on La driver, and enjoying the traditional songs. In the evening, they can enjoy a special food which is “mussel rice” – just only eat one time, you will never forget. Beautiful and unobtrusive! Duc Tho always tries to grow, and to improve the life of people, but keeping the traditional culture.
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A new day begins. The sun gradually appeared behind several high-rise buildings and began to shine the gentle sunlight of the morning. A large space was slowly changing color. The replacement for the dim night is bright pink light spreading throughout the space, along with light, the air is moving. It becomes light and clear, cool, stimulating to each muscle, making people feel astonishingly soft. Below that, the green trees just woke up, shivering slightly. On the dew-soaked leaves are the worms that are still sleepy, curled up slightly in the leaves that have not yet welcomed the dawn. The more diligent birds have risen for a long time and are singing new day welcome songs. According to the song of the birds singing, the bright yellow rays of sunlight also started dancing and singing in the streets. The space is no longer quiet, but gradually turns into bustle. It was the laugh of the girls and students who were walking quickly to the school, the sound of motorbikes and the whistle in the morning. All seem to have awakened to start a new labor day …