The old bamboo shade no longer blocks the sunlight
The fields are still vast today.
The high street is close to the fragile village gate.
Suddenly heard chirping on the branches
The sound of birds falling soothes the countryside
The market is 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
Generations familiar with straw
So the land always asks for more furrows
This place is still green with rice.
The moonlight still fills the village lanes 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/
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