I heard the golden autumn in front of the gate
Butterflies flutter on thin wings, wistful.
The scent of autumn is strong in the early morning.
The way I go home reminds me of the old days...
The cool breeze rustles the small countryside
The falling leaves are still absorbed in youth
The hidden bird bustles in the foliage
Still gently lull my baby to sleep.
The rice is in bloom, the scent of harvest is fragrant.
The old green road on the way back
Paper kite carries clear autumn
Laughter echoed along the dike.
Moss has covered each roof tile.
Country kitchen with peaceful smoke
Autumn comes gently with blue eyes
Like the old lands forever echoing the deep sounds...
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202508/mot-net-thu-xua-df90481/
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