Hello everybody!
Did your first few days of the week work well? May the best come to you in a new week and work really well.
Each and every one of us has our own homeland. Homeland is home to some of the best memories of life. Wherever you go, that's where you go with your family. I was born and raised in a low-lying region, where there were open rice fields and straight wings of flying storks. In rural Vietnam, rice fields are a very valuable asset of my hometown, each rice crop brings a treacherous harvest that contributes to a warm life, it is the rice field that raised me to grow and mature.
Today I'm going to introduce you to the view of the harvest in my hometown. At this time my hometown is in the harvest. The summer sun shines on the very beautiful village streets, a vast expanse of land covered with ripe golden rice buds. This is also the time when my hometown is the busiest, people, and family goes to reap early, and the hustle and bustle spread throughout the village. The summer mornings stood in front of the house overlooking the vast expanse of rice fields, a strange feeling of peace and lightness. Especially at the time when farmers work, the field is busy with songs, the joy spreads over a whole field, the motivation for a new day for them to work more efficiently. In the blooming rice seasons, from the far side, you will see a vast, endless sea of gold. Standing from afar looking at the field like a glittering golden painting. The summer picture, the picture with the bright yellow sun of the whole countryside, is also the result of the hard-working days of the farmers to admire the beautiful and bountiful harvest. The painting is extremely close, vivid, and beautiful. The fields this season are like dyeing a new coat, spread out to the horizon. Ripe barley offers an intense, light, and extremely pleasant scent. It is the rustic scent of rice seeds experiencing the sun and rain as well as the sweat and tears of the people of my hometown.
When the rice is ripe, people race to harvest the heavy grain that has been harvested, the golden sparkling grain looks extremely beautiful. People both reap and talk to each other, telling funny stories to forget the hard work, dissipate tiredness, and the harsh sunshine of summer. Someone cut the rice, someone carried it, someone loaded it up to carry it home. The buffalo were grazed there as well as eagerly devouring the grass, gnawing at the stumps of rice to greet the harvest. The birds also flew across the field and sang to create a cheerful and bustling atmosphere of life in the countryside. The view of ripe rice fields is truly a stunning view of my hometown.
It is not only the beauty of nature, the gift of creation but also the beauty of labor achievements. Every bad harvest brings joy and happiness to my country's farmers. For me being raised in an unforgettable countryside is extremely fortunate and enjoyable.
I spent my childhood in the vast rice fields. I love this place so much.
I hope those of you who have not had the opportunity to experience life in the countryside will experience the feeling of immersing in the harvest atmosphere. I believe you will find it interesting.
Thank you for reading today's post.
I wish you a happy and productive new week and see you in the next posts!
