My house has a picture of Uncle Ho hanging very solemnly. It was a portrait of Uncle. Uncle's face is so kind. The forehead is high and wide. His eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. Long beard with white hair, like in the songs about Uncle I heard. My favorite is Uncle's smile. Every time I look at Uncle Ho's photo, I feel so proud when my country has an Uncle Ho.

At the end of term 1, our class was allowed to visit the National History Museum by the teacher. Inside the museum displays a lot of precious artifacts and images of our nation from past to present. In which, I like the photo the most: Uncle Ho visiting farmers to fight drought in 1960. Uncle Ho's image appears simply in a brown suit, pants rolled past the knees. His strong and supple hands are testing the improved rice transplanter in front of a large number of officials and farmers. His face radiated joy and faith in the hope that one day the country would be rich and beautiful. Looking at Uncle Ho's photo, I feel more loved and proud of the beloved leader of our country.