Hong Thai commune of the "Longest Pear Flower Road in Vietnam" and of the ancient pear forests located at an altitude of 1,200 meters above sea level may remind many people of the famous place associated with the ATK war zone during the anti-French resistance period that poet To Huu mentioned in the poem "Viet Bac": Hong Thai communal house roof, Tan Trao banyan tree.
Although these 2 locations are both in Tuyen Quang province, that communal house is located in Tan Trao commune, and the dream land of this article with the same name is located near the mysterious Na Hang lake in the middle of the sky. This place is originally a long-standing indigenous area of the Dao Tien ethnic group, the Tay people.
It is very difficult to describe in words the exquisite beauty of the Hong Thai pear forest, stretching across the land of Pac Khoang, Na Mu, Khuoi Phay villages at this time of year, when thousands of ancient and long-standing pear trees simultaneously bloom white, turning this place into a floating white Dao Nguyen.
In the lowlands, pear blossoms have also become a spring item to play Tet for more than 10 years. However, people only play pear blossoms from the "end of the month" or the full moon of the first lunar month onwards, when white apricot blossoms have withered in the front yard, and pink peach blossoms fall all over the mossy road.
Pear branches, just like a high bundle of dry firewood, stretching endlessly, built all over Hanoi's sidewalks from the 12th lunar month, just calmly stand in front of so many curious eyes, and then when the peach blossoms wither, they borrow the magic of Hoa Cong to transform into pure white flower branches full of the pure virginity of beauties.
How terrible is the hidden patience of pear blossoms, even when they have been cut off from the tree. After many days rolling on the sidewalk, just a little water can still store vitality overflowing in the barren, ugly shell. Then when encountering warm weather, dry branches immediately become jade hands, barren trunks transform into fairy shapes with hundreds of clusters of pure white flowers.
The beautiful spring scene that great poet Nguyen Du skillfully painted does not need anything but a few pear blossoms in the Tale of Kieu: "Young green grass creeping at the horizon. White pear branches dotted with a few flowers". It is wonderful, just a few white flowers dotted on a lush green background has shown us the warm spring weather, traveling to sow the spring scenery of love.
A few flowers, a branch of pear blossoms fully blooming, keeping the dream of spring full, imagine you walking in a forest of pears sparkling with white color, sparkling with light and sometimes thin with a gentle fragrant halo. At that time, the feeling of spring becomes even more overflowing with people's souls.
Right from the moment the small boat roams on the surface of Na Hang Lake, suddenly the mist flickers and disappears as if a fairy swings a broom to sweep, looking up at the distant mountain range, you can also see the white peak of pear blossoms, as if white clouds have risen to the blue sky from there.
Pear blossoms are not magnificent or luxurious, but that simple beauty has made anyone who sees them stunned, and then fall in love. That beauty can be compared to the beauty of Tay Thi when she was washing silk by Nhuoc Gia stream or Duong Quy Phi when she was hiding in the courtyard of Ba Thuc land, and then when it blooms, immediately follows the spring wind to fly back to the jade threshold.
A mountainous beauty has shone brightly in the capital, overshadowing the beauty of thousands of jade people. It is no coincidence that that extraordinary beauty has become a typical example of "le hoa doi vu" with the image of flower petals soaked in the spring rain to describe the white beauty at its peak.
So, now is the best time to go up the mountain to enjoy pear blossoms. On the road leading from Na Hang Lake to Hong Thai pear forest, both sides are filled with the white color of this spring. The winding road leading from low to high, sometimes walking in the warm golden sunshine, sometimes disappearing in the fog.
Then, when the ears are slightly ringing due to the air pressure above, suddenly I see in front of my eyes the mountain peak with white clouds connected by the heart of millions of flowers. The ground is green with the color of grass, dotted with stones that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, grow up extremely in sync with long-standing pear trees with moldy, rough, and mottled trunks.
From the branches and trunks cracked by the temperate cold at this altitude, graceful clusters of flowers sprout, each cluster of 5 - 10 flowers, blooming to show off 5 thin petals like white silk, so thin that sunlight can penetrate them, and the pistils tremble when shaken like butterfly whiskers.
What is more miraculous than the happiness of lying on the blue grass or sitting leaning against a growing rock to admire pear blossoms from below. That viewing angle is the most perfect, because you can admire all the magnificent beauty when the sunlight penetrates through the petals and falls on people's faces.
And when the wind rises, newly bloomed flower clusters are still full of vitality, so even though their petals are as fragile as dragonfly wings, they do not fall. Pear blossoms dance in the strong wind, unintentionally drawing the shape of the wind regardless of the invisible wind, and then sending incense thanks to the wind to bring to everywhere.
Old flower clusters play with the wind again in a way that sweeps along with the wind. The petals no longer dance with the wind but wait for the wind to blow through and flutter like rain and then gently land on the green shore. A "flower dancing" spell, making us also transform into butterflies like Trang Chu to fly together.
