My hometown harvest season

The rice is ripe and the sound of cicadas is everywhere.

The kite flute whistles loudly.

Farmers spread out piles of golden rice to show off

Rice fills the yard, covering the summer

Gold, baskets full of gold, full of joy in the festival season

The golden moon is so poetic

Potato, cup of water mother just poured out

Straw from the field to home

The pond bank is covered with blooming squash vines

Golden rice smells of sunshine and dew

Sweat and hard work of the people

Flock of chickens hiding in the shade at the end of the yard

Stretch the kite, puff out your chest and rest your feet, full of food.

The golden dog happily played.

The sun is shining, the sun is casting the flower garden red

Who is coming back to my hometown harvest season?

Warm, happy, full of love for the countryside

Missing father, missing mother so much

Joy of victory, joy of a good harvest!

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202505/que-ta-mua-gat-ac13474/