I was born and raised in my mother's hometown, which is Thach Thanh district, Thanh Hoa, a mountainous mountainous region. Sometimes there are a few narrow valleys under the foothills, forming small, beautiful fields. It seems that all year round, crop after season, season after season, from rice, potatoes to maize, cassava and vegetables. Just like that, this strip of land is always dyed with the colors of a peaceful life that is changing skin day by day. Through the middle of the field is the provincial road connecting National Highway 1A to Kim Tan town I, the center of Thach Thanh district, ox carts are carrying manure to the fields to fertilize rice, rolling on the asphalt. The sun has risen, but I still hesitate to look at this "blue silk" without getting bored. Tomorrow, when the harvest season comes, the whole field will be bright yellow and bustling with the voices and laughter of the farmers who go to harvest the rice. And now, the field is dyed a green color, the green of hope, which will surely herald a bountiful harvest.
