My Hometown I live in a village, so I’m a villager. Many people think that it is a pity to live in the countryside, but I think it’s lucky to be born there.
In the countryside, many people, including my parents, are not well educated and they’re poor. However, when I was a child, they taught me the first lesson that was important in my life. “We are poor, but we can live with smiles.” They try their best to send us to school. Even though they’re as poor as a church mouse, they never give up offering us a chance to receive education. In face of difficulties, they never say no.
In the village, there are green trees growing, fragrant flowers blooming and clear rivers flowing around. Birds fly up and down; animals jump here and there; wheat plants dance in the wind. What beautiful sceneries they are!
When my unfriendly classmates laugh at me at school, I say nothing. I don’t care about anything they may say or think, for I love my village deeply. She has given me spiritual support. I don’t compare my classmates’ parents with mine. But I will compare my future to theirs. I will make every effort to improve my school records. As a saying goes, “He who laughs last laughs best.” I’m sure I’ll be the one who laughs best.
No matter where I go, I will never forget the village where I was born and brought up.