Everyone has a place to be born, grow, grow up, and go away. That place is the hometown. I also have a place that is always in my heart, this land, with parents, grandparents, friends and a childhood filled with the most memorable memories. I love my hometown, I love the people here with full of love.In my mind, each country has an unmistakable characteristic. People in that countryside, too, have their own personalities and emotions.My hometown has an immense rice field, a long run, but I have not gone. My mother said that it is still far away from this rice field, so I have never dared to go. During the rice season, the golden color of rice makes me feel like an endless yellow carpet. There are buffaloes diligently grazing on the tall and long dike slopes. There we could lie still and watch the cloudy sky drifting, watch the sun set every time the sun fell down the high mountains.