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

The winding and steep road stretches out to the golden ripe rice fields, in the distance a herd of cows leisurely grazes, occasionally catching the gentle smiles and friendly nods of the villagers.

Stepping inside the ancient Champa tower in Duy Phu commune, Duy Xuyen district ( Quang Nam province), each visitor will admire a unique space of architectural art and sculpture. The ancient My Son temple complex is considered an extremely rare "magnificent ancient treasure" of the Champa people remaining in our country. The distant, overlapping mountains, the mysterious moonlit nights on the mossy ancient tower, the unique features in the architectural art and sculpture of the ancient temple complex and the legendary stories... have created a beautiful My Son with a dreamlike landscape. Crossing the cement bridge shaped like an ancient tower, following the red brick-painted concrete road as beautiful as a silk strip stretching nearly 2km under the cool canopy of the forest, the cars will take visitors to the My Son temple complex, the sacred land of the Champa people more than 10 centuries ago. Many foreign visitors like to walk to wander, to feel the endless beauty of the wild natural landscape, which has not been strongly intervened by human hands here. Where the wild Lagerstroemia trees are competing in color, the purple sim patches in a corner of the forest and the wild daisies are clustered together; on the path there are only geckos and wild chickens chasing each other, appearing and disappearing, as if bringing people into a virtual world in a quiet space. The deeper you go, the more open the forest becomes with smooth green lawns, occasionally you come across a cool, babbling stream with the scent of flowers. There, the hungry fish jump out of the water to catch their prey as if they are completely unaware of the existence of humans...

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

And then the wish was fulfilled when standing in front of the remaining relics of an ancient culture, many tourists burst into surprise mixed with a bit of sadness, moved by the ancient beauty of the ancient tower complex hidden in the layers of forest canopy. According to the tour guide, tourists seem to forget the ups and downs of modern life to imagine a civilization in the land of Champa. In the past, My Son was the place where the tombs of Champa kings and royal family members were concentrated, so Champa dynasties often held ceremonies to pray for the ancestors after their death to be able to approach the gods or to make offerings on solemn occasions... The history of the formation and development of the My Son temple complex has spanned thousands of years with more than 70 temples that we can know today. However, through the many changes of time, war, and natural destruction, the number of intact temples and towers remaining is not much. Internal trails will take visitors through each group of ancient towers. Stepping inside each tower, you will see the skillful hands of ancient artisans. The bricks are stacked perfectly on top of each other, almost without any intermediate material to connect them. The base of the tower is usually square or rectangular and the higher it goes, the smaller the edges become until the top of the tower. Each tower is divided into three parts: base, body, roof (top) and the Champa people believe that the base represents the earthly world , the body is the spiritual world of humans, the top is the realm of gods. The inside of the tower is also impressive with the delicate and sophisticated patterns through the statues of gods, the divine elephant Gajasimha, the divine cow Nadin, the Apsara dancer, and the altar of the Linga and Yoni mascots symbolizing the earth and sky, yin and yang, which are the noble symbols of Champa beliefs.... Visiting all the My Son temples, visitors can rest by the babbling stream or lie down on the green grass carpet, looking at the floating clouds and feeling the cool breeze pouring down from the mountains all around. When the weak rays of sunlight penetrate through the foliage, covering the mossy ancient towers, it is also the time when many visitors have to sadly say goodbye to My Son. Somewhere, in the rustling wind, the rhythm of the baranung drums from the Champa dance of the dancers makes the hearts of travelers feel even more melancholy and nostalgic...

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