THUA WORK N selects
It felt like sitting on the edge of the abyss, pointing your feet at it, your eyes looking up strangely. No more narrow streets, noisy car horns or millions of fine dust in the surrounding area. All that remains is openness, calmness and complete calmness.
Right at the first touch of the retina on the towering, green, and sparkling mountain range covered with forestry and sunlight, our souls immediately fell into an inexorable state of shock. There is a warm source of energy like sunlight, slowly moving through the body, absorbing into each blood vessel, each cell and reviving them.
It is strange that the spring atmosphere in the Northwest is strange. Strong, overflowing and filled with the ability to transform as if coming from the mountain. We admire the high mountains to clearly see their smallness and immerse ourselves in the spring air of the high mountains to thoroughly purify our souls.
On very hilarious days, high mountains wake up, shaking both nature and peoples hearts. The mountain no longer has the usual calmness but is filled with music. When Spring comes, the mountains are also happy and bustling, causing the forest trees to rush to join in the rhythm of the high mountains.
What is old and go wrong must disappear. The ever-growing green foxture growing out makes the spring green coat of the high mountain even more plump. On that overgrown green background, countless pink clouds, white clouds, purple clouds of peach blossoms, plum blossoms, dream blossoms, ban flower... floated floating, further enhancing the extremely allegorical beauty.
When our eyes were full of mountain slopes, we got back in the car, following the narrow, winding paths to follow the mountain to the top of the blue sky. The journey to the Northwestern mountains is such a path to get closer to heaven!
Then, at one stop of that road, the top of Khoang La San mountain, 1,864 meters high (in Dien Bien province), was flooded with clouds and sunshine. Standing on the top of Khoang Sa Lan, you will see the majestic Hoang Lien Son mountain range with the roof of Indochina being Fansipan peak (3.143m) and Putaleng (3.096m) in Lai Chau and Lao Cai.
Every Spring trip, we choose a new mountain top to fly like a cloud. There are too many pilgrimage destinations for this spring. These are other peaks such as Pu Si Lung (3.076 m), Khang Su Van (3.021 m) or Bach Moc Luong Tu (3.046 m)...
The mountain peaks always call on people to come to experience the journey, see the vast sky and land and sow seeds of optimism and hope in a new spring and a new year. Although the journey was alone, no one felt lonely because there was always a parallel mountain bong.
ACCIDENT FECILITY THORNING A DREAM
When we have experienced loneliness enough, we want to travel to Spring in the hearts of people. Suddenly, we saw ourselves jostling to join the young people of the village on a spring trip among the brilliant pink peach forests.
From the top of the mountain, it flows down into a deep valley, seeping a bright pink color through the stone trunks, gathering on the mossy, mushy building of Yin-yang tiles next to the stone fence and the golden earthen walls covered with cao lanh, then following the fragrant wind, thousands of clear peach petals gently land on the green grass.
On that grass field, the young girls were proud to wear colorful, pure, fragrant dresses that had just been worn before Tet.
The more people watch, the more they like it, the more they show off their figure in front of the admirers. The silver bracelets on their necks, sparkling in their hands, and joyful under the sunlight express the joy of the ladies when they see their radiant beauty on the 4th day of Tet.
Spring is an occasion to wear beautiful dresses, so the girls are very eager to go on spring trips to attract the admiration of the guys. On the green grass, the girls stood out as wild sunflowers surrounded by guys who were also roaming like honey bees.
On a steep mountain, a mother held her child and sat for hours in the sun. In another mountain range, 4-5 girls were also engrossed in mountain ranging, occasionally exchanging a few simple sentences. On the flat grass there, a group of young men also sat still and watched the mountain.
They are calm in the warm sunlight, enjoying the joy of mountain-watching, admiring peach blossoms and pearls like floating clouds. The quiet space clearly heard the sound of bee wings in the air. A momentary wind passed, the pearls flew like rain over the flower lovers. A simple and extremely elegant afternoon of self-security.
The people of the high mountains reward Spring slowly, peacefully, and without hesitation. They laugh and enjoy living in peace depending on nature like the mountains. Their eyes are filled with the shadow of thousands of wild pink lives, so they can also learn to be as gentle as paint.
THEN THER RISE Hence
On the Northwest Spring tour, not only our eyes can be treated to a full party but also our ears. But the dreamlike, clear sound that comes from the primitive crystal block is always present in this space, from the winds or fragile grass leaves.
A deserted afternoon in an unknown small village, tired legs make us rest tired under a stone wall. In a daydream sleep, the magical sounds of leng keng and leng keng suddenly filled the minds of the fairy goddesses.
The boy stood up, opened his eyes and saw that the "female" were the two cows standing in the cage shaking their heads, making the bell below the neck sound music, and the stone stone wall of the peach blossoms outside the yard.
There was also a Spring trip on the mountain, when suddenly pure sounds rang out, forming charming harmonies. The dust was washed away and disappeared, revealing a herd of goats leisurely climbing the grass mountain. Depending on the step and movement of the grasshead, the neck- wearing bell music produces a "symphony orchestra" that does not require a conductor.
The sound of the high mountain is also sad, but it is a beautiful sadness. On the Spring trip, we accidentally encountered a young H'Mong man sitting watching a herd of buffaloes wearing cast iron bells, emitting sounds as profound as the sound of a contrabass.
The seating of this poor poor poor man is very luxurious, it is a cliff that rises out and looks down to the abyss. In the deep bells burst out with the flickering rhythm of the captivated heads, the young mountain goose alone looked at the small Nho Que river like a blue branch winding through the majestic Tu San cague.
Lonely, sad and sad? No, how can you be sad when you have such glorious nature at your disposal! From the young man's mouth, a whistling sound of the leaves increased to a melodious, sad melody but made his soul feel more secure.
The cow plays music in the feather cage. A herd of goats playing music on the young mountain range. The brilliant peach blossom plant reflects pink light on the treetops of dark tiles. The poor poor poor sitting in the fields drinking the whole country was in the clouds and eyes of the poor. Everyone was excited in the music that the high mountains rang in the middle of Spring.
