I was born and grew up on my hometown, which is Thach Thanh, Thanh Hoa district, a midland and rolling hills. Occasionally there are several narrow valleys under the foothills, forming small, beautiful fields. It seems all year round, the season, the season, the end of the potato to corn cassava. So, this strip of soil is always dyed with new colors of peaceful life, changing every day. Through the middle of the field is the provincial road connecting from National Highway 1A to Kim Tan town, the center of Thach Thanh district, the bull carts are carrying manure to the fields to fertilize rice, rolling evenly on the surface of the asphalt. The sun was high, but I still kept my eyes on this "green silk strip". Tomorrow, when the harvest comes, the field will be golden and full of voices, laughter of the farmers who go to harvest rice. Now, the field is dyed a blue, green of hope, will definitely signal a bumper harvest.
Chúc bạn học tốt ^^
Yasou
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