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…

Waterfall Bay. https://dulich.petrotimes.vn/ The Sang mountain area is adjacent to the prehistoric archaeological site with the autumn-winter battle at Khoang Bo rapids. Bright Mountain is also hidden in the deep green and serenity of a magnificent and very spectacular landscape. In the mountain, there are primeval forests, many kinds of precious trees, strange flowers and plants. On Sang Mountain, there is a beautiful scene that is both majestic and spectacular, which is Bay waterfall. This is a waterfall created by a stream flowing down from the top of Sang Mountain. The long-term flow from the endless mountain land has created many rapids. Until now, people in the area have not yet determined how many waterfalls there are in the Bay waterfall system. Sometimes it is four, sometimes five or seven peaks, and then some indigenous people claim to have all nine waterfalls. The waterfalls are connected in a row, the higher you go, the higher the waterfall steps, creating a spectacular scene. Bay Waterfall is the name of the highest waterfall and is considered the common name of the whole waterfall system. The wild beauty of Sang Mountain. https://dulich.petrotimes.vn/ To be able to reach Bay waterfall, you have to go to the shore of Bo Lac Lake – a reservoir built by local people with wisdom, labor and determination higher than the mountain since the 80s of the century. before. From here, to admire all the fanciful beauty of all the peaks in the Bay waterfall system, visitors should not go on the mountain trail but wade upstream along the stream. In this way, although it will be much more adventurous and difficult, but in return, you can admire the beauty of the mountains and the waterfall from a different angle, wild and extremely charming. Here, the water and the air “separate” each person in their own way: the water flows down the stream and the air rolls backwards, forming a gust of wind that blows all around, like a hurricane accompanied by rain. Visitors coming here inevitably get wet, but even though their clothes are wet, they still fly, their hair also flutters and everything flies… Maybe that’s why people call it Bay waterfall. The old people in the region recounted: “Bay Waterfall is the new name given, formerly known as Drum Waterfall to fight the army because it is said that Mr. From there, you will go up to Bach Bung, De Tham cave”. Hai Luu Stork Garden. https://dulich.petrotimes.vn/ Passing through the Bay waterfall, from there up high, we will come to Bach Bung beach, where De Thuan in the past planted rice. On Sang Mountain, there was once a mountain called Bach Bung. The Van Dai Book of Languages ​​says: “Nu Sang is the highest peak in the Lich mountain range. The top of the mountain has several flat places like a palace, with the temple of De Thuan”. Sang Mountain has an abundant water source flowing all year round creating many rapids, beautiful lakes and providing irrigation and fishery resources. The large streams are the habitat of many aquatic species (goby, catfish, perch, trach locust, shrimp, shrimp, crab…). Those who go to the mountains often fish grilled on the spot. A fire stove, a wine pot, a few fish skewers make a party for tourists who love the natural life. Currently, local authorities have built large streams to create dams to hold water for agricultural production, aquaculture and eco-tourism. That is Bo Lac lake in the south, Suoi Sai lake in the north of Sang mountain. In addition, there is also a picnic ecological area (Hai Luu stork garden), historical and cultural relic area (Binh Son tower), historical site ( Khoan Bo rapids) and Hai Luu stone crafting village. https://dulich.petrotimes.vn/