Our homeland during harvest season

The season arrives, bathed in the midday summer sun.

The rice is ripe and the sound of cicadas fills the air.

The kite's whistle echoes softly.

The farmer spreads out a pile of golden rice to show off.

Rice fills the yard, covering the porch.

Baskets overflowing with gold, a feast of abundance at the harvest festival.

The golden moon shines brightly, creating a poetic scene.

The potato, the cup of water Mom just poured.

Straw brought from the field back home

The edge of the pond is covered with flowering gourd vines that blanket the garden.

Golden rice, fragrant with the scent of sunshine and dew.

The sweat and hard work of the people over a long distance.

The chickens are hiding in the shadows at the back of the yard.

The crop swells, chest puffs out, and the animal rests after a full meal.

The little yellow dog happily played around.

The sun blazed down, casting a bright red glow over the flower garden.

Who will return to our homeland during the harvest season?

Prosperity, happiness, and a strong sense of homeland.

I miss my father and mother so much.

The joy of victory, celebrating a bountiful harvest in the homeland!

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