Everything was sleeping, suddenly from the east, a huge fireball slowly emerged. Then, out of nowhere, the sound of the rooster crowing echoed throughout the village above and below. A new day begins in my hometown.

The sun man was suddenly awakened by the rooster's sound, so he was not fully awake. He lifted the night curtain, looked down at the world with sleepy eyes, his round, rosy face looked so funny. Along with the awakening of the sun, all things also awaken. Trees gloatingly stretched out their arms to welcome the new day. Drops of night dew remained on the branches, the grass glittered like pearls.
  
In the morning light, they shine like small, pretty stars on earth. The landscape gradually changed. The darkness was pushed back by the light, revealing the beauty of the morning. When the first rays of sunlight reached the ground, a clear and bright space opened up before our eyes. The sun was now smiling brightly, not sleepy anymore.

The early morning rays playfully chased each other on the grass still wet with night dew. The village at this time is as beautiful as a multi-colored picture. In the sky, white and pink clouds drifted by. Under the field, the rice has begun to turn yellow. The heavy grain of rice, bent like a fishing rod, leaning their heads together and whispering to each other.

The wind is blowing, the rice waves are fluttering. The faint aroma of rice spreads throughout the space, awakening the sense of smell of the most fastidious people. Occasionally, there are white storks flying in the air, adding to the beauty of the homeland. In the morning breeze, the river surface ripples. The mischievous waves followed each other playfully rushing to the shore.

A few country boys carrying a cute little basket with them strolled along the river looking for crabs. His face shone with childish joy. The village road is winding, winding like a giant silk strip. On both sides of the road, trees stand solemnly to greet the new day. The sound of birds chirping mixed with the sound of cicadas tinkling in the canopy of leaves creates a melodious music that sounds really fun.

On the village road, the laughter and talk were loud and boisterous. The farmers carried the hoe to the field. Following at their feet are a few hardworking buffaloes who just walk and hum softly, "Oooh." The face is happy, the tail is wagging happily because it is about to do the familiar daily job of helping farmers.

The students rushed to school to steal books. On her shoulders, a crimson scarf fluttered. They talked, laughed, and busted the whole way. The workers also hurriedly rode their bicycles to the workplace. The color of the blue shirt mixed with the color of the early morning sun is pervading everywhere. All ready for a new day.

I love my hometown, I love the beauty of my hometown. At any time of the day, whether dawn or dusk, it leaves a deep impression on me. After that, no matter where I go, wherever I go, I will never forget that beloved countryside.