When the small swallow's wings flew in the sky, signaling spring's return, it was time for my homeland to step into the bustling atmosphere of Tet. Everything seems to have changed drasally, wearing a new shirt instead of the old, barren coat of winter. The flesh-cutting cold gave way to the golden early sunlight on the branches. In the market, the atmosphere of a Tet has filled every basket of people. The right corner of the market is brilliant with pink peach branches. The flower buds are still shy in the buds, revealing the smooth and smooth petals as if they were calling spring. The kumquats are hundreds of tiny suns that light up the vast area. Somewhere there are shops selling Mr. Cong Ong Tao goods, shops selling rice leafs and wrapping rice cakes. Loud bargaining noise in an area. On the street, people going bustling shopping, laughter, talking and buying for a full Tet resounded full of alleyways. On the side of the road, an old man was cutting high bamboo tops to make bamboo trees. Children play around the fireworks sales, showing each other a new shirt their mother bought to wear during the Tet holidays. I walked quickly on the sunny country road. Early morning sunlight scattered on the paved road as a signal of a warm Tet coming, but my heart felt strangely happy.The New Year comes in a simple, yet beautiful way. It has transformed my once very peaceful village into excitement, wearing a new look that makes people excited and excited.