I live on the second floor of an apartment building in the new urban area of Linh Dam. It is a 30-storey building that is built very solidly and firmly. Below is the basement, garage. Starting from the second floor, there are river midwives. In such a building, the number of families sharing the same river is very large. Usually, households on the same floor talk more often because it is easier to travel. The people here are very friendly and cheerful. We live in harmony and often help each other like close friends. I really like this apartment complex.

My hometown is a small village along the Red River. Here I was born and raised in the lullaby of my mother, in the sweet fragrance of ripe rice fields. A peaceful, quiet countryside. Both areca gardens look green. The lakes are really cool. The village roads run round and round. The water ditch blooms purple water lily. The small bridge crossed, the other ditch, the water is as clear as mother's milk. The towering bamboo groves whispering and singing at noon in the summer. Far away in the field, buffaloes are grazing in the valley. I remember most the afternoons when I could fly kites with my friends and watch the herds of buffalo come home. I love and am proud of my hometown.