The southerly wind blows, drying the floating roof.
The Ba River no longer speaks of stormy seasons.
The sun rose, casting its rays across the sun-drenched beach.
Our homeland, Phu land, has weathered the storms.
Young green rice seedlings sprout in the fields along the hillside.
Hands once wet with mud from the past
Now, with fragrant incense burning, his eyes shine brightly.
There were children laughing by the pot of cakes.
A simple meal is a warm symbol of human connection.
After the flood, we realize how precious spring is.
Just being together as a family makes spring feel here.
Pham Thu Trinh
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202602/xuan-ve-c5c2af2/







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