Nam Nghiep is covered in the white blossoms of the hawthorn tree.

Before my eyes stretched endless mountain ranges and hillsides blanketed in the pristine white blossoms of the hawthorn tree. A place untouched by the white clouds, a paradise where it felt as if I could reach out and touch the sky. My fatigue vanished after a long breath of the pure air amidst the vast expanse of hawthorn blossoms; everything was clear and untouched by the dust of the world.

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