My hometown---live with my maternal grandparents It was on my 7 age summer holiday. I was sent to my maternal grandparents house. They were living in a small village where it was about 40 kilometer away from my grandparents house. There were many high mountains and a limpid creek through the mountains. Under the mounains people have their field. They planted the vegetables for their living, such as corns, potatoes, tomatoes, turnip,cabbage, and so on. There are some kinds of trees, such as persimmon tree, apple tree, walnut tree and so on. People will do their work in their field and when lunch time their children will send them food from home. I has the same opportunity. One day I pick up the food and go excitedly. But the excited does not go on for a long time because at the noon the sun is very bright and the temperature is very high. The lunch box is more and more heavier. I walk about thirty minutes from home to the field. My aunt see me and let me have a rest. We sit under the walnut tree. It is cool under the shadow. After my aunt eats up the food she says:"Come one. Let's show you a place". I follow her. Inside the field their is a spring water. The water drop into a ponding. The drop sound was very nice. The ponding is very very clear and you can see the stone on the bottom. My aunt picks up a leaf from the walnut tree , washes and folds it like a spoon. I taste the spring water. It is cool and sweet. Oh. How nice it is! It must be better than the most expensive mineral water in the world. Do you believe?