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26 tháng 10 2019
Everyone has a place to be born, grow, grow and go far away, always remembering. That place is home. I also have a place that is always in my heart, this land, my parents, my grandparents, my friends and my childhood filled with the most memorable memories. I love my country, I love the people here.
In my mind, every countryside has a unique feature that cannot be confused. People in the countryside too, have their own personality and feelings.
My hometown has immense rice fields, running immense, but I haven't gone yet. My mother told me that going to the whole rice field is far away so I have never dared to go. In the golden season, the nursery's golden color makes you feel an endless yellow carpet. There are diligent buffaloes grazing on long, high dykes. There we can lie still and watch the sky cloudy, watch the sun set every time the sun falls into the high mountains.
Dịch : Mỗi người đều có một nơi để sinh ra, lớn lên, trưởng thành và đi xa thì luôn nhớ về. Nơi đó chính là quê hương. Em cũng có một nơi luôn ở trong trái tim, là mảnh đất này, có ba mẹ, có ông bà, có bạn bè và có cả tuổi thơ tràn đầy những kỉ niệm đáng nhớ nhất. Em yêu quê em, yêu những con người nơi đây đậm nghĩa đậm tình.
Trong suy nghĩ của em thì mỗi một vùng quê đều có một nét riêng đặc trưng không thể lẫn lộn. Con người ở miền quê đó cũng vậy, có tính cách và tình cảm riêng.
Quê hương em có cánh đồng lúa bao la, chạy dài bạt ngàn mà em chưa đi hết. Mẹ bảo đi hết cánh đồng lúa này còn xa lắm nên em chưa dám đi bao giờ. Vào mùa lúa chín màu vàng ươm của lúa khiến cho em có cảm giác như một tấm thảm màu vàng bất tận. Có những chú trâu cần mẫn gặm cỏ trên những triền đê cao và dài. Nơi đó chúng em có thể nằm im và ngắm bầu trời có mây trôi, ngắm mặt trời lặn mỗi khi mặt trời đổ xuống dãy núi cao cao kia.
27 tháng 10 2019
My parents’ hometown is Long An, but I was born and raised up in Ho Chi Minh City. People usually call it Saigon, and it is the biggest city of Vietnam. It has a lot of fascinating buildings and constructions since it is a modern and developing city. What I love about Saigon is that all the new and old things are perfectly harmonized. Behind the skyscrapers are the small alleys which contain a slower lifestyle and traditional values. My friends and I have a lot of places to go in our free time such as Nguyen Hue walking street, Tao Dan Park, Dam Sen Water Park, Suoi Tien theme park, and many other places which tourists usually visit. Besides the view, it can be said that Saigon is one of the food heaven that people should not miss when they come to Vietnam. We can find almost all kind of Vietnamese cuisine here, and we can enjoy featuring foods on floating restaurants on Saigon River. I love Saigon a lot, because both the people and the city itself are nice to me and whoever wants to visit it.
HV
25 tháng 5 2018
Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died, but he still expects the miracle to happen, he can return and I met him in a dream.
That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother-of-pearl pomelos, where the wormwood grows close to the ground, the long willow to the flowering mango tree remains as it was when she was young, in the countryside with her grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly he appeared. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: What is your hair white?
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.
25 tháng 5 2018
Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died but I still expect the miracle happened, the tube can return and I met him in a dream.
That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother pomelos, where tamarind trees grow close to the ground, both plowed long leaves to the mango flowers are still the same as when he was little, in the countryside with his grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly appeared slowly. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: Why is your hair so white?
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.
TD
21 tháng 8 2018
Xin chào, năm nay mình mười hai tuổi. Mình sống cùng với gia đình trong ngôi nhà nhỏ xinh ở vùng ngoại ô thành phố. Mỗi ngày, mẹ gọi mình dậy từ lúc năm giờ ba mươi. Không khí buổi sớm thì thật trong lành. Lúc này, một số gia đình cũng đã thức dậy, họ đi chợ, tập thể dục, chuẩn bị năng lượng cho một ngày mới. Mình thường cùng bố tưới rau và cho lũ gà trong vườn ăn. Sau đó mình về phòng, làm vệ sinh cá nhân rồi thay quần áo chuẩn bị sách vở đi học. Khi xuống tầng, mẹ đang hì hục dưới bếp chuẩn bị bữa cơm cho cả nhà. Sau khi ăn xong mình được ba chở đến trường bằng xe máy bởi trường khá xa chỗ mình ở. Ở trường, mình có biết bao nhiêu là bạn bè, họ rất đáng yêu và ngoan ngoãn. Vào các giờ ra chơi, chúng mình thường chơi 1 số trò dân gian như nhảy ngựa, bịt mắt bắt dê, ô ăn quan,... Ngoài ra, mình còn tham gia một số câu lạc bộ như câu lạc bộ sách, piano và tiếng anh. Sau giờ học, mình cùng một số bạn thường ở lại để vệ sinh lớp học và học nhóm. Đến tối, mình giúp mẹ nấu cơm rồi cả gia đình mình tập trung ở phòng khách để xem những kênh truyền hình yêu thích, chia sẻ với nhau những mẩu chuyện trong ngày. Trước khi đi ngủ, bố sẽ mang cho mình một cốc sữa và kiểm tra tình hình học tập của mình. Mỗi ngày trôi qua đều là món quà tuyệt vời, vô giá, những công việc dù lớn dù nhỏ nhưng đều mang lại cho mình niềm vui và hạnh phúc.
TD
21 tháng 8 2018
Hello, this year I am twelve years old. I live with my family in a small lovely house on the outskirts of the city. Every day, my mother wakes me up at five thirty. The atmosphere is fresh then. At this time, some other families also wake up, they go to the market, do exercises, prepare the energy for a new day. I always water vegetables and feed chickens in the garden with my father. Then I back to my room, do personal hygiene and get dress, prepare books to go to school. When I get downstairs, my mother is busy with preparing breakfast for the whole family in the kitchen. After eating, my father takes me to school by motorbike because my school is quite far away from my house. At school, I have many friends, they are all very cute and docile. At the breaks, we often play some folk games such as horse jumping, blindfolded goats, box office, ... In addition, I also paripate in some clubs such as book, piano and english club. After school, I and some of my friends often clean the class and study in the group. At night, I help my mother with cooking and then family members gather in the living room to watch the favorite TV channels, share the story of the day. Before going to bed, my father always brings me a glass of milk and check my study. Every day is a great and invaluable gift, the work even seems small but brings me joy and happiness.
PH
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