The beautiful childhood memories
Each person has his or her own beautiful memories. It can be childhood memories, friendship, country,...or special events, maybe. To me, it is nostalgia for my childhood village. I had spent childhood in a peaceful country village. I still remember clearly that time.
My cottage was near the river. It was not so large and beautiful but enough for my nostalgia. That is just where I and my childhood friends usually bathed in and played at soldiers. That river sometimes was very busy by our lark and canoes up and down to convey rice during harvest; but, sometimes it droped into the stillness by the halcyon noons together with sad crows. You khow, every time I hear the song "Trở về dòng sông tuổi thơ" of musican Hoàng Hiệp, I remember anxiously for my own river .
And, there was an endless field together with a distant bamboo grove behind (at the rear of) my house. It was very beautiful and poetical. In harvest season, it was very wonderful. All of the field looked like a yellow carpet which was spreaded far away to the skyline. People went to the field to harvest rice together with lively talkings under the blue sky and rising wind. The children followed on behind and chased grasshoppers and birds or flying a kite. At moonlit and clear night, we sat up late for watching grainding corn by buffalos – because, threshing-machine was not popular then. Thus, there was a lot of fun and excitement and that images still kept following me until now. And now, I can not see those images but I still keep it in my heart as those are the most beautiful childhood memories.