Granted that the rain stops and the storm passes.
Granted that the golden sunshine has just risen
The rain and sunshine are over
Why not hear the vastness of the heart.
Still hoping for golden rice flowers
Warm season with winter coming
The fields are full of grain and talk nonsense.
The afternoon birds flutter their wings and drift along the sky.
The bitterness is gone
Grow up the voices of passionate laughter
Country life, land of flowers
Small hands, big heart.
Birds chirping in the sky
Morning sun dyes me passionately...
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202512/phia-ban-mai-6fa0822/










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