Illustration (Source: Internet). There was a commotion of flutes around the herd of buffalo lying in the green grass valley. The sound of puffy breathing of an old buffalo with a broken nose lying on its snout on the edge of the earth speckled with footprints. The sound of chewing slowly and deliberately tasted the new grass-flavored water. The sound of the wind through the bamboo arch pulls each dry, brittle leaf. In the distance, as far as the eye could see, the red brick kilns wailed with thin smoke. Early in the summer, the Lo River is still the same as it was a few decades ago. City people feel like they are a few decades younger, a few dozen years old are anxious and indifferent to the earth, sky, and plants. Rows of rice plants on the riverbank are in full bloom. The crooked branches are like strong carvings against the light cloudy sky. The flock of flutes on the buffalo’s back heard the sound from afar, and they fluttered their wings and took off into the red flower arches. The white spots on the black bird’s wings fluttered like paper torn to the sky. Shivering. It sounds like a singing flower. Words earnestly call back childhood. Hanoians for many years have almost forgotten about the giant rice flower trees located on the grounds of Uncle Co’s house by the river. Strolling on the blue dyke, the May grass in March looks at the brilliant rice flowers rising up from the most luxurious shimmering octagonal building in the period. Warm brown tiled walls and roof edges of seals. La Cha dropped each red rice arduously. The flocks of black starlings, starlings and starlings from the north bank of the Red River pull together to make noise all day long. In March, the clusters of rice flowers are still persistently glowing red around the building. The sound of the starling is absent. It’s as if there’s a whole new raging river out there. Vehicles roared with smoke on the one-way dike road going like a flood. The river of people flows. Not a glance. Can’t stop. Hanoians just indifferently passed by the fluttering memories of the past, now faded in the shadow of the strange and colorful buildings along the river. There is no longer a grassy path on the dike surface to relax on foot. The grassy embankment like a green thread stretching across the city has disappeared, making way for the doodles of a mosaic of ceramic pieces. Not serious and heroic, urging like a poster of any day. It’s not enough to laugh like the Graffiti pictures of children stealing paint in the middle of the night with paint cans. Hanoians follow the call from their childhood in their hearts. Upstream of Lo River, Red River. In March, we see alluvial beaches and green corn banks. Sunny skies. Wild rice stalks let down their flowers to boil and light the riverbank’s fire. And the chirping of starlings called the flock from the other side. There are also rice flowers. Hanoians still have to wait a few hundred more years, the rice tree in front of Ngoc Son Temple on Hoan Kiem Lake will be big enough as in memory. Absence of the bright red flowers in March on the side of Tower Pen, Dai Nghien is an irreparable loss. There will also never be any hope of seeing a majestic big tree at the corner of Van Mieu garden where Nguyen Thai Hoc street intersects with Ton Duc Thang. Under that giant rice is the Hai Co shrine all year round. Called a temple, but there is no architectural work at all. It is the rice plant. And it also seems that there is no specific “Miss” name to be worshiped. God of banyan tree, ghost of rice tree, nowhere to be. The corner of the street was paved with flat bricks after the rice tree died. People have left Hai Co Temple under the rice to go somewhere else. Only a faint bewildered pink color of childhood is left…

Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu (85 letters): Located in Taumata, North Island, New Zealand, this special hill has a name of up to 85 letters. In the Maori language, its name means: “The top of the hill where Tamatea, the man with big knees, the mountaineer, the earth-eater roams, plays the flute for his beloved.” This 300-meter-high hill offers a peaceful, green setting in summer and is a stop on Taumata’s popular cycling route. Photo: Amusing Planet. Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (58 letters): On the island of Anglesey in Wales, visitors can visit the town with the longest name in the UK. The name was created in the 1860s for promotional purposes. The town name also has a shorter but not much easier to read version: Llanfairpwllgwyngyll. Located on the Menai Strait, this place has a population of more than 3,000 people with peaceful space, fresh climate and unique architecture for visitors to visit. Photo: BBC. Chargoggagoggmanchaugggagoggchaubunagungamaugg (45 letters): This peaceful little lake is located in Webster, Massachusetts, USA. The lake has an area of ​​5.84 square kilometers, formed by the retreat of glacial ice and water from small streams. This is a popular camping destination, loved by many families in the Massachusetts area. Visitors can also rent a boat to roam around the lake and watch the sunset. Photo: Charismatic Planet. Azpilicuetagaraycosaroyarenberecolarrea (39 letters): Located in Azpilkueta, Navarra, Spain, this beautiful little town is loved by many visitors for its peaceful, relaxed scenery, despite its difficult Basque name. This is one of the most “green” areas in Spain, using renewable energy, making the air always fresh. Photo: Pinterest. Äteritsiputeritsipuolilautatsijänkä (35 letters): This frozen land is located in the territory of Savukoski, Lapland, Finland, where there is a beautiful scene like a fairy every winter. Here, visitors can sign up for dog sledding tours, enjoy typical Lapland cuisine and take in the snow-capped scenery. Photo: Culture Trip. Pekwachnamaykoskwaskwaypinwanik (31 letters): The lake whose name means “where wild salmon are caught with a hook” is located in the wilderness of Manitoba, Canada. With pine trees on both sides of the lake and spacious space, the bridge leading to the lake is destination Ideal photography for those who come here. Photo: Culture Trip. Mamungkukumpurangkuntjunya (26 letters): If you know the true meaning of the name of this hill in South Australia, tourists will not want to come. In Pitjantjatjara, Mamungkukumpurangkuntjunya means “place where the devil urinates”. In fact, this hill is in the middle of a barren area and there is nothing to fear. This place only attracts tourists thanks to its strange name, due to no special scenery or attractions.

Tam Lu waterfall is located upstream of Long Dai river, in Truong Son border commune, Quang Ninh district, Quang Binh province. The driver is Tung, a young man bold forest, solid as iron but gentle as a stream in dry season. The boat is made of aluminum, fragile leaf-shaped but can carry up to a dozen people. We all jumped onto the boat with great vigor. It seems that Tung is too used to the excitement of those who are “lost” so he still waits for us to settle down. The boat glides very lightly. The sound of the cole machine rang out, bouncing into the tall rocks, disturbing the empty river. The river upstream is strangely peaceful. On one side are limestone karsts calmly. One side is a row of green upside down hills. Looming far away from the small stilt houses of the Van Kieu ethnic group. There is no signal to tell us that there is a terrifyingly beautiful waterfall, only when you see more and more large and small rocks scattered between the stream and the sound of strong swirling water can you feel the adventure was very close. Artist Ho Ai plays Pi flute at Tam Lu waterfall. Tam Lu is not as powerful as everyone imagined, but very special. Not too high, only about 20 meters, not too long, only about 100 meters, is made up of three stone steps of all shapes and types overhanging the river surface. Perhaps that is why the waterfall is named Tam Lu. This is the most beautiful waterfall among nearly 100 large and small waterfalls on the Long Dai stream. This feature has helped Tam Lu become an extremely adventurous and attractive tourist destination. People come here not only to contemplate and walk, but also to test their courage to cross the falls on small boats and admire the superior ability of the boys to sail in the Truong Son forest land. At the door of the waterfall, Tung stood up, holding the handlebars, his legs firmly behind the roof of the boat, reaching out ahead: “Prepare to cross the waterfall!”. The boat jerked up, leaned down, we trembled and clung our hands tightly to the side of the boat in feeling very heart attack. Tung still calmly kept stepping to let the boat rise above the rocky steps or wriggle through narrow gorges. The driver’s talent is how the boat will launch without being tilted, the flight must be sure to pass the rapids and water safely. Putting your nose down is … done. Three stone steps are three such flights. White waves bounce. The boat lowered. Very adventurous and somewhat dangerous but everyone likes it. Many of the sisters, whose faces are pale because of the “unprecedented” rushing boats to the air, are still determined to make an appointment: “There is a chance to continue. Afraid of what! ”. Tung has 13 years of sailing on the Long Dai River. He said: “The first time rowing over the falls was also very good. Boat hit the rock is upside down immediately. But going forever is familiar. Now it belongs to every gutter, every rocky snout. Without looking, the hand can also drive which side … “. Tung is one of the very few people still sticking to the river, with Tam Lu waterfall. Heard, not far from Long Dai River is a unique “road” connecting Quan Hau – district capital of Quang Ninh and downstream communes with Truong Son. Nearly 100km in length, the river is always bustling with boats coming up and back. People who make a living as a boat driver also do well, customers trade goods in the lowlands and upside down. Since the day Ho Chi Minh Road connects the region back to the lowlands, people go to Truong Son by car, motorbike, and gradually forget about the boat trips along. At this time, anyone is free to spend all day on the river! The boat’s job is gradually disappearing. At present, there are only about a dozen people who still stick to work, both exploiting aquatic products and taking visitors. Tung is one of them. For a living. Because I love the river. Because you like adventure on the white waves where the rapids are. In recent years, his work seems to be thicker because of the increasing demand of tourists to play waterfall. However, this job is only spontaneous, Tung is worried because crossing Tam Lu is a risky trip, which can affect his life, while this travel route has not been recognized, safe for tourists. Waterfall crossing is not guaranteed. Tung wishes Quang Binh province, Quang Ninh district to build a tourism development program on the Long Dai river so that he can work with peace of mind … That wish will come true because within the framework of the sub-projects of the Development Project. To sustainably develop the Mekong sub-region in phase II, Quang Binh’s tourism industry has built a tourist route by Nhat Le – Long Dai river, connecting the sea mouth with the upstream. Accordingly, Long Dai River, Tam Lu Waterfall is an interesting tour. One can explore the cultural life rich in the identity of the Van Kieu ethnic group, can cruise on the river, admire the scenery, fish, fly and … enjoy self-made rustic dishes. With wild vegetables picked on the hillside, fish and shrimp caught in the river. Walking on the boat, grilled fish to eat with wild vegetables and enjoying a song of the country ‘s song is great. Boat upside down Tam Lu waterfall. I have been back and forth on the Long Dai river since the peak of 1001, the origin of the discovery to the end of the sea mouth, I have come to Tam Lu to jump many times. The scenery on both sides of the shore is indescribable. The color of the sky, the color of the sky, the color of the mountain disappears. Lots of mountains along the green river are lined with coniferous forests in the candle-lighting season. Purple mountain waves, tired and exhausted, like a full-time woman draining her blood once for a lifetime. The mountains and classes jumped up like a herd of war horses blowing the mist wind of Tay Son army Nguyen Hue from Thang Long capital back to Phu Xuan. Sometimes the mountain is like a dead, green thirsty man who falls out of the river and licks a little moisture from the beach … That feeling never gets old. I was shocked to hear the deep, majestic Pi flute soaring in the roaring voice of the waterfall. Suddenly saw heaven and earth border Truong Son immense, gill. That belonged to the village elder Ho Ai. He sits by the waterfall, playing a Khap dance of the Van Kieu. The elder of Ho Ai village in Khe Cat village, Truong Son is the last rare person who is keeping and transmitting the art of Pi flute playing. With white hair like clouds, he is like a gentle fairy, but Quang Binh people consider him an artist of the people. The photographer came to him. Musicians find him. Folklore researcher turned to him. Writers find him. Journalists found him. Tourists also came to him … To hear him talk about his unique flute and to hear him play the sacred tunes of the Van Kieu. Tam Lu waterfall has a grandfather and the sound of Pi flute becomes soulful. The Pi flute is an ancient musical instrument of the Van Kieu people in Truong Son. It is made from the trunk of a giant old tree on the edge of the Laos forest. I heard that the old man of Ho Ai village had to go three days to find it. From the day he was young, he stormed the mountains and forests until today, nearly 80 seasons fill the hole, the flute was always led by him on his side. Be faithful to him. Communicate with him. Studying carefully the cultural life of the Van Kieu ethnic group has realized that the people have a very special communication channel through various types of folk folk songs, folk dance and folk music. The Pi flute is a musical instrument used by people in many different living contexts and has a very strong impact on the emotional psychology of both sides, the listener and the flute player. Therefore, only the men who have spent the warmth of life can understand enough and are seasoned enough to use the flute as a means to express their hearts. They can play the flute when alone. At that time, the flute sounded sad as blood. They play the flute when rejoicing. At that time the flute sounded like a ring, like a song. Sometimes the flute sounds like a confidant, cooing. At that time the flute was very personal, only the person worthy of hearing could understand. Ho Ai is one of the very few Van Kieu who can use the Pi flute skillfully in each such situation. Amidst the vast space of the border mountains and forests, the sound of Pi flute opens the mysterious inner world of the people. The sound of the flute perched on the mountain, the mountain has its soul The sound of a starling flute landed on the tree, the tree has the soul of the tree. The sound of the flute landing on the river, the river has the soul of the river. Flute flickers on the white waves, fluttering on the rocky banks of Tam Lu, the waterfall has the soul of the waterfall. The Van Kieu say that wherever Pi flute sounds are located, they are their hometowns. Ho Ai House is quite far from Tam Lu. He said that he had to play Pi flute in a vast place to hear its beauty, so on beautiful moonlit nights, he often went to sit beside Tam Lu to sing the melodious songs. In the middle of the blue green space, the clouds and the sky make a sound of flutes soaring freely and soaring, making the same gongs in the waterfall. Boys and girls in sim card also followed him in the morning and night. Tam Lu Waterfall is like a fairyland on earth. Waterfall and people, creating a wonderland …