Thala stream my hometown

On the Tha La River. Photo: Le Van Hai

Tha La is my second home since I moved to Tan Chau for work. It has been more than ten years, going back and forth several times a day, I love this place dearly. The beauty of Tha La changes with each moment of the day and with each season.

At dawn, when the sun has just risen in the East, the Tha La River is graceful in its pure white and splendid dress, dreamily beautiful. Tha La seems to be immersed in the morning mist, floating like a giant cotton ball. The mist seems to cover the vast, immense sky. The mist covers the entire river surface, dotted with clumps of water hyacinth, quietly carrying the purple color of love.

Somewhere, a fleet of boats gliding and fishing. Far away, downstream, Ba Den Mountain is towering, deep blue, curled up as if still sleeping in a soft, cool, smooth cotton blanket. On both banks, the reed branches have just stretched out from their thin coats, small and soft, arching their backs to carry the night dew, sparkling and transparent like pearls. Dew hangs on the branches of the cajuput trees along the shore, the dew hovers over the water like a thin wisp of smoke. Tha La becomes shimmering, magical, beautiful like a watercolor painting...

A little later in the afternoon, when the sky began to spread golden sunlight like honey, the Tha La River became gentle, changing into a shiny yellow shirt of cajuput flowers reflecting on the reflection. Every time the mischievous wind visited. The golden cajuput flowers, sprinkled all over the emerald green river, looked like a giant flower carpet, very beautiful. Occasionally, the storks gently hovered in search of food, causing the whole flock to startle and fly away, making a commotion in the peaceful countryside.

The afternoon falls slowly on the windy Tha La River. Tha La is sometimes calm, pensive, and thoughtful like the old people in the village; sometimes noisy, youthful like a girl in her twenties with silver-capped waves lapping against the shore, murmuring, shimmering under the brilliant afternoon sunlight.

The silhouettes of white storks flying back to their nests, sparkling silver against the blue sky, were like diamonds on the carpet of fairies in the fairy tales my grandmother used to tell me on summer afternoons, lulling me to sleep. The fishermen were also hurrying to bring in their nets after a long day of fishing.

The dry season comes, the gentle Tha La river lies still, enduring the scorching sun, the water gradually dries up, the water level drops very low, the water is mixed with seven rainbow colors, so beautiful, it looks so pitiful. The laterite rocks jut out from the water, sinewy, so austere.

Boats and ships are also often anchored and rested for a long time. Even so, the Tha La River still devotes all its efforts to the surrounding green fields, the green, lush grass fields, waiting for the calves to freely roam during the hot days.

And when the rainy season comes, the Tha La River has a magical beauty, with the brilliant orange-red dress of the upstream red soil of the neighboring country, extremely beautiful. At this time, the Tha La River becomes more dynamic, noisier, more enthusiastic. Quickly passing the rubber dam, flowing downstream, carrying a strong vitality, weaving into every corner of the vast fields, immense with green rice and cassava. Seen from afar, the Tha La River looks like a colorful, winding, soft silk strip, fluttering in the wind. It looks so beautiful!

Beloved Tha La is always the pride of the people of Tan Chau, my hometown in particular and Tay Ninh in general. Ready to take care of and protect those who are far from home on their way to make a living and establish a career. Forever, bringing prosperity and happiness to all corners of the homeland.

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