The village road, the entrance to the house are all made of stone. Those are the most typical features in Loc Yen (in Tien Canh commune, Tien Phuoc district, Quang Nam province). There, hundreds of years old old houses, mossy stone alleys hidden under straight, green areca trees are likened to a fairy scene in Quang. The ancient well in Loc Yen village was built of stone nearly 200 years old. Throughout this ancient village, many people will be surprised by the ancient, peaceful and healthy beauty of the gates, alleys and even the “woven” stone fence walls. The stone walls are straight, as high as people, many sections are many years old, covered with moss color. The stone wall here not only acts as a shield but also has the task of preventing sudden earth blocks from falling from the hills above, helping to protect the village and the fields that are located close to the mountain. The people here know how to make use of the stones, sometimes flat and square stones to create very special stone walls, stone gates, stone alleys without any mortar. sticky. Over time, those stone walls, those stone gates still stand firmly, unmoving. Many old houses more than 150 years old are still preserved. These stone gates, stone alleys and even the village roads paved with stone have been around for more than a hundred years, at least since he was born, whenever there is damage, people will find and arrange stones themselves. short now. Thanks to that sense of preservation, this rustic “property” has continued to be preserved until now, bringing a unique and characteristic beauty to this countryside. “The stone gates, stone alleys or village roads are paved with stone, easy to have for more than a hundred years, but not less. Since I was born, there have been, where damaged, people automatically pick up stones and reassemble. That’s why the stone fences are still almost intact to this day,” said Mr. Nguyen Nhu Hien (70 years old) excitedly showing off the village’s property, as if it were his own. People in the ancient village are always conscious of preserving the beauty of the village. Mr. Ho Duc Tinh – Head of Loc Yen village said that Loc Yen ancient village still has more than ten ancient houses over 200 years old, bearing bold traditional house architecture of the ancient Quang Nam people. The back of the house leans against the solid mountain. The front of the house overlooks a deep stone alley leading to a green field. Not fussy but natural, each house is like a villa. The houses with wooden columns, stone walls with three compartments and two wings with yin and yang tile roofs are hidden in lush green gardens… like keeping the pure Vietnamese architecture, bold regional identity of the ancient Quang people. The spacious and airy brick yard, the soaring rows of areca trees embracing the beautiful deep stone walkways are the noticeable features of the old houses here. Rows of tea with the height of a person’s head are typical of the ancient village. The mossy fences, the grass growing green eyes. In the middle of the early summer afternoon, walking under the stone fences, above are the cedar trees, shady trees, people’s hearts are softened. Not only making fences, the stone walls are also responsible for preventing sudden landslides, protecting houses located on the mountainside, or small fields, vegetable gardens of all kinds located at the foot of the mountain. The wells are always clear and surrounded by stone walls, creating extremely poetic grounds. The village road winding along the fields, following the foot of the mountain is also paved with smooth stone slabs following the footsteps of people. On both sides of the path, rows of green areca trees stretch their leaves, blossoming with white dotted flower buds, falling gently on the village road, the scene is really peaceful. The path in the village is paved with stone, the fence is made of stone. Only a few hundred meters from the provincial road, outside is the hustle and bustle, but here the scenery is quiet, strangely peaceful. Stone alleys, fences or stone gates also have very simple, close and intimate images that are very typical of Quang’s countryside, which are ancient houses in the middle of the green space of gardens. gardens are tiered with straight rock banks; long alleys lined with stone. Huynh Thuc Khang Memorial House, an address that is often visited by many people in this ancient village. Loc Yen ancient village is over 200 years old. The newest ruong houses here are also 150 years old. Many houses have become famous for their sophisticated architecture and carvings with the typical style of ancient artisans, such as the house of Nguyen Huynh Anh, Mr. Nguyen Dinh Man, and Mr. Le Dinh. Sum or Mr. Pham Thoai’s house, Ho Duc Nam… In each house, although the age is different, there is elegance and sophistication in each carving as well as the decoration and arrangement inside. Inside the memorial house of Mr. Huynh Thuc Khang The paved roads lead up to the picturesque old tree-lined houses and there are also the pure, simple, simple, honest and extremely hospitable country people. The ancient village also has the customs, practices, pure Vietnamese lifestyle, and the warm, aromatic, and hospitable behavior of the people of Quang has created a unique and interesting village cultural space. Loc Yen ancient village is one of four ancient villages of the country ranked as a national relic. With the ancient village of Loc Yen, preserving the ancient village and developing it will not only explore the potential of local tourism, but will also contribute to improving the lives of the people here, especially the owners of the old houses. make tourism a driving force for the development of this land.

Mulberry skin – in the local language of Ha Tinh is elm skin. This is a woody fruit tree, appearing a lot in highland areas in mountainous districts such as Huong Son, Huong Khe. With the characteristic that the results are chained on the stem from the root to the top, the mulberry tree in the fruit season is very beautiful, chosen by many families to grow as an ornamental tree. Mulberry is usually ripe around June, lasts until July, August of the solar calendar… mid-May has begun to have ripe fruit. The young skinned berries are dark red or dark green, but when ripe, the skin turns ivory white, apricot yellow and has a sweet and sour taste. The mulberry tree trunks are filled with tens of thousands of fruits, making both growers and guests feel good. Mr. Tran Van Ky’s house (residing in Ha Linh commune, Huong Khe district) can grow 17 roots of mulberry skin, in the crop every day, traders come to ask to buy. These mulberry roots have been planted since 1980, each crop gives an income of tens of millions of dong. Each root averages from 1.5-2 quintals of fruit. The current selling price is from 25 to 30 thousand VND/kg, bought by small traders in the garden. As Mr. Ky shared, when the harvest is complete, he will weed, dig the soil and dig a deep hole near the base of the mulberry tree to fertilize. The characteristic of this plant is that it loves water, so this area is flooded every year, it is alluvial, so the tree grows well. No need for sophisticated care, on this occasion Mr. Ky’s family has harvested from 3 million VND or more each. The fruiting stem starts from the root to the tip. As Mr. Ky shared, there were many guests who came to pay more than tens of millions of dollars for a mulberry tree that is over 40 years old, but he still did not sell it. The mulberry tree stumps are decades old, not only economic in fruit collection, but also sought after by many people to buy. The berries are plump, ripe, waiting to be harvested. The fruit grows from the base to the top of the tree. Ms. Nguyen Thi Hoa (Ha Linh commune) also has a mulberry tree that is decades old at the time of fruit harvest. Ms. Hoa said that in previous years, this root yielded more than 2 quintals of fruit, but this year the harvest is more likely. “Strawberry has many different kinds of fruit, some trees give red fruit, but there are white fruit trees. On this occasion, people come to buy a lot, they will climb up to pick, then come down at the yard to weigh and charge. Like this original, someone came to pay tens of millions and did not sell. Because I want to keep it for my children and grandchildren, I have a few million silver coins here every year,” said Mrs. Hoa. On this occasion, Ms. Tran Thi Ha (resident of Huong Khe district) often goes to houses with skins to buy and sell. She said, usually traders will choose the sweetest, most delicious root to buy, the price is offered by the grower. “The strawberry skin is harvested in about 20 days, and customers buy a lot. Some people buy a whole weight and take it to Hanoi and Saigon to give it,” said Ms. Ha. The berries are picked and put on the street for sale.

Specifically, pork belly will be fried until it’s golden crispy and beautiful, sweet potatoes are cut and fried, pork liver and stomach are cleaned and cut, then fried, and sausages are also served. When fried, duck meat is marinated with many different spices and macadamia leaves, then roasted until golden crispy and fragrant. The taste of Cao Bang sour pho is determined by the sauce, people will make the sauce with the water in the duck’s belly, roasted with honey leaves, then sauté onion, garlic and add vinegar and sugar, fish sauce, fresh garlic in a pot with water mixed with a little bit of Bang Co powder until it’s combined. When selling sour pho, people will quickly put all the ingredients in a bowl and then pour the broth last. You just need to mix the bowl of pho, then you can add herbs but basil, split morning glory, marjoram, lettuce … or add lemon, chili and soy sauce according to your taste and enjoy. When eating sour pho must be eaten when it is cold, sour pho is popular when eaten in autumn and summer for the right taste. Unlike the usual pho dishes that can be eaten at all times and seasons. When eating sour pho in Cao Bang, you will find it special because of the flexible noodles, combined with the fatness of bacon, roasted duck, and also the greasy taste of duck fat, the sourness of chili bamboo shoots…

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Early autumn. There the fog became clear in the hills. Forty years then the dew goes on falling and remains transparent. Mist was light in her hair, her slightly curly, cloudy hair is now close to the color of the mist. Mist blended in a magical, pure white smoke soared up. Shakily, she lifted her thick, neatly tied booklet, which had been stained with gold in the past. She has carefully kept them and the letters he has written to her for forty years! The soft, italic letters she had written to him with the ink colors of that day far away. They were shivering and beautiful like a woman far away from her husband in passionate love. She has kept them as her treasures since his death. The letters with her have seen so many autumn seasons pass even without him – a talented and destined husband soon passed away at the age of four-five. The fall is special with blue hair. The fall is special with white hair. The autumn leaves yellow leaves … Forty autumn had passed, etched on her face many traces of ups and downs, suffering, loneliness, and fear. That vitality, that soul, and that happiness still shone in her eyes. Countless tears of happiness and bitterness each earned. Forty seasons passed, she never forgot the man of her life. No one can replace him. Even now, his face, his voice, his smile, his figure and his soul filled her mind. Yes, in that place the mist had become transparent. She saw the white mist drifting softly, a fantastical, far away color. The remote mountainous area is covered with mountains and hills and thousands of white clouds gradually appear in the sacred smoke … There he and she met in the days of resistance and hardship. A simple and crowded wedding of a nurse in her hometown ripe red during the famous lychee seasons with a young teacher from Nam Dinh study land volunteered to start a career in the highlands. They – a pair of talented boys and girls. There she had four gentle, fragile daughters like four angels. There, she became a doctor in the highlands with a lot of work and dreams of saving people far away from the border! That place is high mountain. Mountainous region with simple people like mountains, sincere like hills and free soul like cool streams flowing, flowing forever … Flowing away. Flowing away. The Red River is rolling dark red alluvium that has dared sweat, tears and blood for generations. She thought dreamily about that beautiful and poor country, where people are always open, honest and open, they are so romantic like clouds, their souls are as green as a mountain, clear like a spring … The letters are being transformed into flames. The flames are doing their part. Fire broke out and the spirit rang with the sound of leaves. Strong aroma of smoke and alcohol. (Before burning the letters, she splashed on them a few drops of fragrant wine, the famous mountain corn wine he liked in the past …) She sent him the whole autumn through each green leaf dome and the whispering song of the wind. She sent him the blue sky and the richness of the trees floating with white clouds. Yes, only you know, you only understand. Only he felt deeply and saw through her sadness as clear as the dewdrops of her morning dew. Only he knows how beautiful she is. How charming and lonely, how small? Because of that, she understood very well why she became stronger, stronger, weaker and more lonely than many other women. Wherever she went, she could see his footprints with him. In whatever joy with her children and grandchildren, she realized that his smile sparkled, They were imprinted on the autumn paths of her life. The letters have flown to the sky and you will get it all. She smiled contentedly and found herself no longer alone. I feel more beautiful, gentler, and softer as many women in this world. Standing still in front of his grave, gazing at the silent motion picture on the tombstone, she gazed up at the windy sky overflowing white clouds. In the widow’s heart, there was a whisper: “Please send back love in the golden autumn seasons” … And here, right now the transparent autumn droplets are falling sparklingly! PTPT (Celebrating the seasons of my family’s hometown – Tiet Thanh Minh is always pure)