My village

I was born and have grown up in the country in a small village. It is very beautiful and peaceful. Most of the houses in the village are built of brick and have red tiled roofs. In the middle of the village there is an old pagoda with hight trees around it and a few parish churches. On the left of the village lies the village green where  ground covered with soft grass and children used to tend cattle. When i was young i used to fly kites on windy autumnal afternoon with my friends. How can i forget  the wonderful time on the fields to catch crabs with boyhood friends. My villagers are very friendly and hard-working. When harvest came up, the villagers often get up very early in the morning. They cheerfuly go to their rice-fields to harvest the bumper crop - the fruit of many months of hard work. My village is rather small but i like it very much because i was born and have grown up there. East or west, i always want to return to my native land.