The topic makes me recollect my childhood, the happiest time that I had in my hometown. It is a remote village on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau full of imagination and intrigue. My childhood there was cheerful and unforgettable.
It used to be a very small village, surrounded with high mountains; the melted snow water from the top of the mountains formed many clear brooks and went through the village. The crystal water moistened the grass and crops in the village and also provided the village people with all sorts offish and shrimps. The appearance of the mountainsides varied as the seasons change - yellow in spring, green in summer, red in autumn and white in winter. The top of the mountains was always covered with snow, shining under the sun. When you were in the village, you would feel you were touching the sky and you will feel a sense of holiness around your body.
My childhood friends and I enjoyed our life in the village so much. We liked to swim in the water freely and catch the fish on fine days. We grazed the animals in the grassland after school. The sheeps on the grassland are like stars on a vast velvet green carpet. We played games in the pasture, we sang folk songs on the hill, and we climbed trees in the forests. We were always so happy that we often forgot to go home or go to school. I boast it was the most beautiful place in the world, although full of impoverishment. The villagers were so poor and they barely have enough food at that time, but they were so optimistic. They kept working hard with little return without any hesitation or complain. It was since childhood that I learned how to face hardships and failures in my life.
My childhood days were innocent and worry free. I left my hometown for a better educational opportunity when I grew up, but I always miss that wonderful homeland. I take every opportunity to visit it. The pictures of the place and the life there will always live in my mind.
It used to be a very small village, surrounded with high mountains; the melted snow water from the top of the mountains formed many clear brooks and went through the village. The crystal water moistened the grass and crops in the village and also provided the village people with all sorts offish and shrimps. The appearance of the mountainsides varied as the seasons change - yellow in spring, green in summer, red in autumn and white in winter. The top of the mountains was always covered with snow, shining under the sun. When you were in the village, you would feel you were touching the sky and you will feel a sense of holiness around your body.
My childhood friends and I enjoyed our life in the village so much. We liked to swim in the water freely and catch the fish on fine days. We grazed the animals in the grassland after school. The sheeps on the grassland are like stars on a vast velvet green carpet. We played games in the pasture, we sang folk songs on the hill, and we climbed trees in the forests. We were always so happy that we often forgot to go home or go to school. I boast it was the most beautiful place in the world, although full of impoverishment. The villagers were so poor and they barely have enough food at that time, but they were so optimistic. They kept working hard with little return without any hesitation or complain. It was since childhood that I learned how to face hardships and failures in my life.
My childhood days were innocent and worry free. I left my hometown for a better educational opportunity when I grew up, but I always miss that wonderful homeland. I take every opportunity to visit it. The pictures of the place and the life there will always live in my mind.
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Ця тема спонукає мене згадати своє дитинство - найщасливіший час у моєму рідному місті. Це віддалене село на плато Цинхай-Тибет, повне уяви та інтриги. Моє дитинство було веселим і незабутнім.
Це колись дуже маленьке село, оточене високими горами; розтоплена снігова вода з вершини гір утворила безліч ясних ручейків і пройшла через село. Кристалічна вода змочила трава та посіви в селі, а також забезпечила селянам різноманітні вироби та креветки. Зовнішній вигляд гір змінюється, коли змінюються сезони - жовтий навесні, зелений влітку, червоний восени і білий взимку. Вершина гір завжди була накрита снігом, що світило під сонцем. Коли ти опинився в селі, ти відчуваєш, що ти дотикається неба, і ти відчуєш святість навколо вашого тіла.
Мої друзі з дитинства і я так сильно насолоджувалися нашим життям у селі. Ми любили плавати у воді вільно і зловити рибу в прекрасні дні. Після уроків ми пасли тварин на пасовищі. Вівці на пасовищах, як зірки на великому бархатному зеленому килимі. Ми грали в ігри на пасовищі, співали народні пісні на пагорбі, а ми лізли на деревах. Ми завжди були такими щасливими, що часто забуваємо йти додому або йти до школи. Я хвалюся, це було найкрасивіше місце в світі, хоча і повне зубожіння. Селяни були настільки бідні, і в той час їсти їжу їй мало, але вони були настільки оптимістичними. Вони постійно працювали з невеликим поверненням без будь-яких коливань і скарг. З дитинства я навчився стикатися з труднощами та невдачами в моєму житті.
Мої дні дитинства були невинними і хвилювалися вільними. Коли я виріс, я залишив свій рідний місто для кращої освітньої можливості, але я завжди пропускаю цю чудову батьківщину. Я користуюся кожною можливістю, щоб відвідати її. Зображення місця та життя там завжди будуть жити в моїй свідомості.
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