During my three month vacation,
I went to my village.
Sweet – sweet apple,
I ate my fill.
A heart-warming song,
The air is burning.
Apricots, cherries, apples,
A sweet moan.
And the chirping of birds,
There are few bad people.
Many good intentions,
Children always say “hope”.
Ilhomova Mohichehra is a student of the 7th grade of the 9th general secondary school of Zarafshan city, Navoi region.
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