Country road

People often say culture is a road. The road is not simply a path but has become a symbol, a typical custom of each region.

Roads are born to take people to places they need to go, and more than that, to take us to beautiful dreams out there.

A path that is walked forever becomes a road and each person creates a path in their mind in their own way.

Who doesn't have memories of the alley, the road of their hometown? We pass by it every day, run and play on it, but only later do we realize how important and deeply attached it is.

The country roads are fragrant with the scent of rice, lingering with the smell of straw and soil… The roads are radiant with sunshine in summer and covered with leaves in autumn. March is filled with red cotton flowers, May embraces golden straw, July is filled with burning royal poincianas, September is filled with blooming chrysanthemums.

The country roads are small so people passing by have a chance to chat and joke with each other happily. The country lanes are close together, so it is convenient for people to call each other and ask for or borrow anything when they are in need.

When winter passes, the road seems longer, whispering silently to the feet that are shivering in the cold. The road is filled with sadness for fragile souls, the road of vague memories with hidden feelings!

Heritage Magazine