On the Lo Ngoc Mai River, Lo Lo River quietly tilted the stream passing the cane beach, maize planted with yellow leaves falling in the middle of the wind, hesitating away from the young moon, leaving the smoke of Lam Vuong smoke like the old fleet of the fleet, so that anyone who stood was waiting, the hand drooling and flapping the waves of the bridge of the Lu Lu's soul through the bridge to remember the love poem Se iron the soul of the countryside.
18.5.2025
Huong Central Highlands Le Vuong Vuong was immense to invite Dak Lak coffee to conclude iron words of his father and his father, who was still in the drum, the charcoal stove was ash with golden chicken, the bronze pan of the water, the sinus of the wine, the long, the long stories of the long -lived house, the sunshine, the clean organic tree, the land was soaked Bold, sweet this world, despite the time when the coffee aroma is still vastly spilled out the quintessence of processing, taking care of* soul of that heritage - all the green lines!
5.2025
* Dak Lak coffee growing and processing knowledge is on the National Intangible Cultural Heritage List, March 2025.
Wishing to have a pink miracle through the age of pink looks like the gift of the river flocking to the old boat to find the moon wharf to hide the vow where?
The first days of the group finished the problem, the problem was hard to look at each other hesitantly fluttering in the stomach suddenly the deep ripples of the sunshine, the fire fermented, the sharp fire and the people who brought the wind to bring the boat to the past for many years and still the bright pearl eyes in the heart is still the sunshine still smelling the grapefruit of the row -haired pomelo, the boat is now back here, where is this person?
I wish we had miracles to meet again ...
hesitant ...
5.2025
THU HINK WORK MEMories The color spectrum of mood A few love songs support the whole afternoon The wind outside is looking for illegal entertainment.
The dream island still loves a kite.Even if it believes like rain, I still doubt it all.The sinful images of the missed missed Hanoi are the summers of remembering Go and find them from love data.18.5.2025
The upper source of Vi Thuy Linh has not finished a sunny summer month, sifted thousands of dust and dust, he went up to a high day, a coincidental love that led the skin through all miles of the drunken clouds blending the mountain, this drunken flower flew the eyes and eyes filled with the lips of the young countryside, the young, young, not too love but not in love with the heart of the sun West, sunshine still treat gold and take a shower every afternoon, the night lacks a lifetime for this life to have a silver hair, my eyes, my eyes are so good that I give you the rain and kissing the fire every way we have grown more light of the body of the body, please listen to the best and most beautiful portraits when I live 500%, I still wait for each other to gently absorb the mountain in the middle of the mountain.
19h42, 19.5.2025
