December's warmth arrives at the door.
A subtle fragrance carried on the gentle breeze.
The deserted road, hurried home.
The conical hat tilts to one side, shielding the eyes from the falling sunlight.
December gathers the remnants of the old days.
The vast afternoon blossoms with secret dreams.
Has anyone ever returned to the verdant land of the past?
Dragonflies fluttered faintly in the distance on the horizon.
December, gathering fallen leaves
The countryside fields are covered with lush green rice paddies.
A gentle breeze heralds the arrival of a clear season.
The old shores are fragrant with the scent of the paths leading back.
December, a month of endless waiting.
The countryside roof is filled with the dreamy scent of kitchen smoke.
Ancient trees stand beside a desolate world.
What birdsong stirs the sky of my homeland…?
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202512/tu-khuc-thang-muoi-hai-d08060f/
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