This land in Quang Nam has mysterious ancient Champa towers, hidden in layers of green forest canopy.

The winding, steep road stretches out before the golden rice paddies, with herds of cattle grazing peacefully in the distance, and occasionally you'll encounter the gentle smiles and friendly nods of the local people.

Stepping inside the ancient Champa towers in Duy Phu commune, Duy Xuyen district ( Quang Nam province), each visitor will admire a unique space of architectural and sculptural art. The My Son ancient temple complex is considered a magnificent "ancient treasure" of the Champa people, an extremely rare relic remaining in our country. The distant, hazy mountains, the mysterious moonlit nights over the moss-covered ancient towers, the distinctive features of the ancient temple complex's architecture and sculpture, along with legendary stories... all combine to create a stunning My Son with scenery that seems both real and dreamlike. Crossing the cement bridge shaped like an ancient tower, following the concrete road painted in a beautiful red brick color, stretching nearly 2km under the cool shade of the forest, vehicles will take visitors into the My Son temple complex, the sacred land of the Champa people more than 10 centuries ago. Many foreign visitors prefer to stroll along, wandering and appreciating the endless beauty of the pristine natural landscape, untouched by human intervention. Here, the crape myrtle trees are in full bloom, patches of purple myrtle cover the forest, and wild daisies cluster together; the only sounds along the path are geckos and wild chickens chasing each other, appearing and disappearing, transporting one to a surreal realm in a tranquil space. The deeper you go, the more the forest opens up with lush, smooth green meadows, occasionally encountering a clear, babbling stream fragrant with flowers. There, hungry fish leap to the surface to catch their prey, seemingly unaware of the human presence…

The ancient and serene beauty of the Champa tower complex in Duy Xuyen district, Quang Nam province, is hidden amidst layers of forest canopy.

And then, their longing was fulfilled when, standing before the remaining relics of an ancient culture, many tourists burst into surprise mixed with a touch of nostalgia and emotion at the ancient, serene beauty of the ancient tower complex hidden amidst layers of forest canopy. According to the tour guide, visitors seem to forget the hustle and bustle of modern life and imagine a civilization that once existed in the Champa land. In the past, My Son was the burial ground of Champa kings and members of the royal family, so the Champa dynasties often held ceremonies to pray for their ancestors to connect with the gods after their death, or offered sacrifices during important festivals… The history of the My Son temple complex spans a thousand years, with more than 70 temples and towers that once existed, which we know of today. However, through the vicissitudes of time, wars, and natural disasters, not many intact temples and towers remain. The internal pathways lead visitors through each group of ancient towers. Stepping inside each tower reveals the skillful craftsmanship of the ancient artisans. The bricks fit together perfectly, requiring almost no intermediate material for bonding. The base of the tower is usually square or rectangular, and the sides gradually narrow towards the top. Each tower is divided into three parts: base, body, and roof (spire). The Champa people believed that the base represented the earthly world , the body the spiritual world of humanity, and the spire the divine realm. Inside the towers, visitors are also impressed by the exquisite and intricate patterns on the statues of gods, the divine elephant Gajasimha, the divine bull Nadin, the Apsara dancers, and the altars of the sacred Linga and Yoni, symbolizing heaven and earth, yin and yang, the sublime symbols of Champa beliefs. After visiting all the temples and towers of My Son, visitors can rest by the babbling stream or lie on the green grass, watching the clouds drift by and feeling the cool breeze from the surrounding mountains. When the weak rays of sunlight pierce through the leaves, blurring the moss-covered ancient towers, many visitors sadly bid farewell to My Son. Somewhere, the rustling sound of the wind carries the rhythmic beat of the baranung drums from the Champa dance of the dancers, further evoking a sense of wistfulness and melancholy in the hearts of travelers...

The winding, steep road stretches out before the golden rice paddies, with herds of cattle grazing peacefully in the distance, and occasionally you'll encounter the gentle smiles and friendly nods of the local people.

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