Village street

I return to the countryside, longing for the road.

The old bamboo shade no longer blocks the sunlight

The fields are still vast today.

High street close to fragile village gate

Suddenly heard chirping on the branches

The sound of birds falling soothes the countryside

The market is thin and full of praise and criticism.

Buying and selling a lot of gossip in the streets

Prosperity in a hundred ways is erratic.

Fields are forever the way to earn a living

For generations we have been familiar with straw.

So the land always demands more furrows

This place is still green with rice.

The moonlight still fills the village lane at night

The fields and the city are passionate

Please also leave a dike to look at.

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202506/pho-ben-lang-c2d2b98/