Quynh Luu, that's the name of my ho

Quynh Luu, that's the name of my hometown, a land region, very beautiful and rich.
In winter-spring crop, the swift flight of this abound Along the shore fields, white heron standing in rows, silent. But just hear certain noises, the white dots that quickly caught her up in the air, spread both wings, drifting into the sky above the distant headline take ... Standing in the middle of rice paddies at the time was the daughter, new enjoy the beauty of the field is very poetic. Most beautiful watching the waves chasing each rush rice, bobbing up and down, just like a carpet of green velvet that someone is tossed down. I was away from the village, each home, nobody stopped to admire his paddy countryside, to find here the memories of a childhood: beautiful, innocent and warm at the same flavor.

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Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Quynh Luu, that's the name of my hometown, a land region, very beautiful and rich. In winter-spring crop, the swift flight of this abound Along the shore fields, white heron standing in rows, silent. But just hear certain noises, the white dots that quickly caught her up in the air, spread both wings, drifting into the sky above the distant headline take ... Standing in the middle of rice paddies at the time was the new daughter, enjoy the beauty of the field is very poetic. Most beautiful watching the waves chasing each rush rice, bobbing up and down, just like a carpet of green velvet that someone is tossed down. I was away from the village, each home, nobody stopped to admire his paddy countryside, to find here the memories of a childhood: beautiful, innocent and warm at the same flavor.swallow

Kết quả (Việt) 2:

Quynh Luu, that's the name of my hometown, a land region, very beautiful and rich.
In winter-spring crop, the swift flight of this abound Along the shore fields, white Heron standing in rows, silent. But just hear Certain noises, the white dots có Quickly caught the her up in the air, wings spread both Show, drifting above the distant sky Into headline take ... Standing in the middle of rice paddies at the time was the daughter, enjoy new the beauty of the field is very Poetic. Most beautiful watching the waves chasing each rush rice, bobbing up and down, just like a carpet of green velvet có someone is tossed down. I was away from the village, each home, nobody stopped to admire his paddy countryside, to find here the memories of a Childhood: beautiful, innocent and warm at the same flavor. Swallow