The wharf with green space is a favorite destination for the elderly and young people. Ms. H Ven Ayun, from Triă village, Ea Tul commune, Cu Mgar district, said that the Ede people have always chosen a place to set up their village where they must have a clean water source, the water source flows day and night, year round and never runs out. Water is the source of life, bringing people good crops, warmth; The forest is a sacred place to protect the village. In order to have a clean and clear water source, people in the village work together to preserve the trees in the watershed; Because people understand that when the forest is lost, the water dries up, and every big tree that is cut down is an underground water source. Losing the forest, losing the water wharf, the village will no longer exist. Therefore, the forest surrounding the wharf will be protected intact by the people. Ms. H Ven Ayun said, every week, people will clean themselves, clean the water wharf very clean: “The water wharf of the Ede people in the past was self-flowing from the source, where there are many old trees and very good water. When it rains, the rainwater will wash away dirt, rotten leaves and garbage, and people will clean it regularly or monthly to keep the water source clean.” Today, although each house has well water and tap water to use, many Ede people still keep the habit of 2 mornings and afternoons to go to the wharf to bring water back to their activities. When the water is filled, people meet, ask about each other, and chat happily. If in the past, the roads leading from the village to the wharf were trails and steep slopes, today, in many villages, the road to the wharf has been concreted and built into steps to prevent slipping. In some places, both the wall and water pipes are concreted, using metal pipes as gutters. Today, many wharfs have been repaired and restored with concrete and cement. According to Ms. H Djuon Niê, in Phuong village, Ea Tul commune, Cu Mgar district, this approach helps to make the wharfs cleaner. When the road is convenient, more and more people come to the wharf, including tourists from far away: “Since knowing how to build with concrete and cement, the water source is clean and free of dirty garbage. We hope to keep the old trees at the wharf intact; trees must be protected, not cut down. Only trees can retain water; with moisture, water will remain and not run dry. there’s always water flowing over the years”. Along with urbanization, many wharves in Ede villages gradually disappeared or were abandoned. The reason is that the old trees were cut down, the watershed forest area was narrowed, drying out the groundwater, leaving the wharf without water, or the water was no longer clean. Facing this situation, the authorities of some localities in Dak Lak have solutions to recover the parts around the wharf to expand the watershed forest area, invest and restore the water wharves for the community. As in Dat Hieu ward, Buon Ho town, currently, the watershed forest area in Kli A village is only about 1,000 m2. According to Ms. Nguyen Thi Truc, Secretary of the Party Committee of Dat Hieu ward, the locality is speeding up progress to recover 0.8 hectares of land around the Kli A wharf area: “The locality is very interested in protecting the wharf. water as well as environmental protection, directing aggressively in the planning of this wharf, putting that area into planning for management.For the people in this village, they are also very conscious in the process. The process of protecting the environment here and protecting the wharf; they also strictly implement it, do not discharge waste into the environment during their living. The trees in the wharf area they also protect, preserve, and do not cut down. “. In many places, trails down to the waterfront have been replaced by concrete roads. In Cu Mgar district, since 2011, Doan Cu Mgar district has organized to repair and restore a number of water wharfs by cleaning the environment, clearing the flow, raising awareness about using and protecting resources. water and protect watershed forests. The local cultural sector also implements conservation activities of traditional culture, including the wharf and wharf worshiping ceremonies. Mr. Y Mang, Deputy Head of the Culture and Information Department of CuM’gar District, Dak Lak Province said: “In the past time, the Culture and Information Department has advised the District People’s Committee to repair and upgrade the water wharf for the district. In which, trees have been planted and a delegation has been established to zoning areas to protect and preserve the water wharves of the people. In addition, the cultural life, especially the culture of the people, must be preserved, and the wharf-worshipping ritual must be maintained. water, want the culture to be preserved and moreover that the water is clean”. From the sense of protecting the water wharf – the source of life, the Ede people in Dak Lak have a deeper sense of protecting the environment, protecting the watershed forests to preserve the village’s natural water flow. As a result, the wharfs of the Ede people are still maintained, which is a unique culture preserved for future generations.

The green and ancient roads bend along the cool areca trees. The house is separated from the house by the green tea trees. Perhaps the cool steam from the Pho Loi River has made the old trees and orchards greener. Walking around the village under the blazing sun, without a hat, without an umbrella, without feeling hot. From time to time, I see a few children playing under the banyan tree, mothers and fathers are washing clothes by the river wharf. It feels so peaceful and refreshing when enjoying the fresh air, the smell of plants, the smell of moist soil, and the passionate scent of areca flowers and porcelain flowers attached to each step. Duong No Memorial House – where President Ho Chi Minh and his father and brother lived and studied from 1898 – 1900. A special place in Duong No village that any visitor cannot ignore is the national historical and cultural relic of Uncle Ho’s memorial house. Back in history, Duong No memorial house is the place where President Ho Chi Minh used to live during the period 1898 – 1900. In 1898, Nguyen Sinh Sac (Uncle Ho’s father) was invited by Nguyen Si Do. home to teach in Duong No village. Mr. Sac brought his two children, Nguyen Sinh Khiem and Nguyen Sinh Cung, to have the conditions to teach them. At his father’s kanji class, Nguyen Sinh Cung learned the first kanji. Currently, the house still keeps the memorabilia attached to Uncle Ho’s childhood. The two sides of the house’s entrance are still intact, with rows of neatly trimmed and neatly trimmed Chinese tea, and the orchard around the house is always fragrant, bearing fruit in four seasons. Water wharf – banyan tree in Duong No ancient village near Uncle Ho’s house in the past. Walking around the village, visitors can also visit the communal house, the water wharf, the Am Ba temple… the places where Uncle used to go, play and study with friends in the past. Returning to Duong No ancient village, although not much time to stay, just one day is enough for visitors to understand better about a village that once imprinted Uncle Ho’s footprints – the place that nurtured a great soul, a great personality of the Vietnamese nation. https://dulich.petrotimes.vn/

I envisioned sharp teeth surpassing their fellow humans to survive beyond necessity. Is the charity food that raises the white pomfret school indirectly, which further impoverishes the riverbanks? The river wharfs have been poor for decades. No, Kowloon is completely exhausted. The schools of fish are poor because of the vast rice fields and need to kill the yellow apple snails. The poisoned water flows from the field to where fish, crabs, eels, and squirrels go there. The electric circus pulses with a radius of two or three dozen meters kill fish eggs. The sweet and flowing Mekong River is about to become a river of death. Life suddenly returned because somewhere, Nam Dang, Nam Cuong, and Huu Tam from all over An Giang’s canals kept happy riverbanks for schools of natural fish. They piled up scrubs to build houses for fish, spent money to buy food, spent time watching the fish in front of the electric pulse hoses that were constantly scurrying around. The schools of human-friendly natural fish grow, spread out to every meter of water along the spiritual land. One day I heard that Vam Nao’s aggressive wharf had also stopped a new school of fish. But the information about the white pompano made me extremely embarrassed. Is humanity regardless of benefits? The owner of the river wharf has spent a lot of money and mind to find a way to shock the star stakes and iron stakes to hold the ground. Vam Nao wharf is standing. The water level receded far away, nearly twenty meters deep. The river confluence is famous in history books because of the aggressiveness of the water every flood season. The small black man still spends billions to buy a long wharf on that land elephant for the fish to live in. Because he relied on the people of the river: “I have three barges, I will put stones on this wharf to keep the soil and keep the sand. This place is very convenient to fish.” The man who used to live on white rice with vegetables and sauerkraut spent most of his middle age releasing tons of fish into the river. People sitting watching the schools of fish that have just been released from the upper section to the lower section were caught by the electric circus circus. “It’s like I’m pouring each school of fish into their electric grid,” Mr. Ut confided. The river is long and the fish are far away, but the Mekong River has nine branches with hundreds of thousands of canals and channels, but the fish have no place to live. Mr. Ut felt sorry. He thought of a way to save the schools of fish. The bustling river wharfs of Mr. Nam Cuong and Nam Dang from the articles have crept in information about Vam Nao wharf. Mr. Ut thought that they could do it, so he could do it, and he embarked on expanding his wharf, ramming the banks, releasing water hyacinths, and spreading food. Mr. Ut started the fish feeding session on Vam Nao river wharf. Photo: Vo Dieu Thanh “They are fierce fish” – Mr. Ut said of the white pompano swarming in the river – “I was told to take them away, kill them so that the other fish could live. We can do good deeds, save the good ones, but we can’t kill the bad ones. But as much as the food was scattered, it ate it up because it was so strong. It grows so fast it’s indescribable. The other fish were thrown to the side. I lost sleep. Three months ago, since the fish came back, I quit my job, and every afternoon I sat down at the wharf from four o’clock to the evening. I looked at the river, at the water, then at the fish. Holding food in my hand I don’t know what to do. When I bought the river wharf, when my grandmother gave me fish to take care of, I just wanted to take care of them without thinking too far. Now the fish is back but full of aggressive fish. I don’t know how I should continue to nurture so that the white pompano does not grow quickly, so that the other fish have room to live.” Mr. Ut sat down to scatter food particles into the water, and said, “That’s how I feed the dolphins. Losing sleep and eating to find a way, finally there is a way. On this wharf, the fish are dividing the sand into their territory…”. He stopped talking, showing me the territory of each type of fish. The empty beach in the middle of the wharf is where the dolphins quietly search for prey, interspersed with the violent waves of the white pomfret. Next to that, inside the shore is a feeding place for fish, perch, catfish, snakehead… Along the long hyacinth clusters on the upper end of the wharf is the feeding place of the pangasius school. If at the wharf in Nam Dang’s house, the pangasius is the lord, it occupies most of the important part of the wharf, then at Mr Ut’s Vam Nao wharf, the catfish gently nestles beside the hyacinths: “Look at it, it’s hungry. I know he can’t eat, I love him but don’t know how to feed him because he’s afraid of the white pompano. Now I know how. When the water is at its strongest, I drop the bait mixed with the soil so that the bait sinks to the bottom. I informed the catfish hiding under the water hyacinth that it was time to eat. It emerged slowly, I spread the bait with water hyacinth. So it eats water hyacinth. The eating of the pangasius is also considered difficult. Seeing him starving, I continued to experiment with other ways. Thanks to the meals sitting at the wharf until late afternoon and evening, spreading mixed food, I discovered that when the water was high, at night, the white birds went nowhere, the pangasius began to eat more boldly. They encroach on the water where the white pompano often forages to eat. They overflowed the water surface, spilled over each other and ate boldly. The white pomfrets don’t know anything.” When the low water stopped, the water stood still to change to the big water, Mr. Ut started his fish feeding session. First, he carefully scattered small food like chili seeds on the surface of the water: “This is a small food, very expensive, I bought it to raise a school of goby fish and baby catfish. Scattered along the shore, gently. When finished, spread to the fish farther away, but also spread less. I found the pompano to catch a little slower than the dolphin. When scattering a little, it does not know there is bait, so it does not rush to fight. I sit and feed slowly. Let the dolphins eat until they are full, then feed the birds. I hope when the dolphins are big enough, they will no longer be afraid of the white pompano and can eat and drink more freely.” Listening to Mr. Ut speak, I miss the fish in Nam Dang’s family. If the food is spread massively, the water surface will be stirred up by the healthy pangasius full of thorns. Catfish crawl on each other to find food. They even crawl into people’s hands. But when the food became less and less, the pangasius gradually retreated, the white carp, perch, and sardines began to appear, they quietly picked up the leftovers. If you want to raise gentle white fish, aquarists must be careful not to disturb the strong and eager fish by spreading bait massively. Author Vo Dieu Thanh (wearing glasses) experiences feeding fish at the river wharf of Mr. Nam Dang’s house. More than a year now, thousands of natural pangasius fish have pulled in and stayed up to now. Photo: Van Hai Mr. Ut feeding the fish is like meditating. Carefully fertilize each small seed. Flock of fishes are deceived. He saw that there was nothing to worry about there, so he rummaged through his strong sharp teeth somewhere in the bottom of the river. The dolphins invite each other to quietly blush in the water, quietly waiting for each piece of bait. It is eating but it seems that it is meditating with the feeder. Quietly take a small bite and wait quietly. Looking at the gentle eating of the dolphins, I feel pity. Mr. Ut also gave up eating and working because of love, and sat down to fertilize every grain of food for it. He said it was very gentle, eating enough is diving, there is no fight like a flock of birds. Flocks of fish are like bags of greed, no matter how much they eat, they can’t feel full. People often love good people. People want to destroy the aggressive white pompano, Mr. Ut shakes his head: “Being gentle is loving. Because it’s an animal, it’s stupid. Must protect it. All are lives. I want to practice so that the fish can live in harmony with each other on this wharf.” Then people are lazy, fish are also lazy. They live as if they are walking on a clear poetic region. In the midst of that leisurely elegance, the white pompano became an outsider. Sharp fangs have no martial arts ground. The fangs are not ferocious, but they just don’t bother to fight when around are just resources that are not worth worrying about. The herd of pangasius, which is an ordinary person, also quietly nestled to one side. Wait until Mr. Ut released the last seeds of bait, the voracious snouts slowly squeezed the water hyacinth to suck on each small piece of food. All are innocent like children. Mr. Ut made the long-sword warriors to line up in peace. Thousands of fish gathered at the riverbank of Mr. Nam Dang and Mr. Ut. Clip made by the author Vo Dieu Thanh Seeing how Mr. Ut’s neighbors enthusiastically watched the fish eat as if they were watching a beautiful scene, excitedly dumping the boxes of freed fish into the wharf with all the belief that the fish would have a better life in this wharf, we will saw the river moving, speaking kind voices. Soft voices that go deep into the consciousness of many people. Tons of free-range fish have a place to live, let it grow, let it find its new breeding seasons. The vast Vam Nao stream is billowing with an underground, silent but powerful vitality. It seems to be telling the world a long story about the companionship of the human heart and creation. The vast universe contains all kinds of species. The mercy of man will be as wide as the universe. Although the constant change can turn the sea into a bride, the tolerance of human love remains there forever, adorning the world with silent streams of colors overflowing with life. The riverbanks are alive again, happy again, rich again from the sweet and sincere spread. The happy riverbanks will be even wider, longer over time, along the length of the water. And accordingly, the stories of humanity will also be told in thousands of shapes, regardless of the flow of life outside.

Photo: Internet Sometimes in my life, I want to forget the tiredness so that the towels can be returned to the peaceful little hamlets, I want to forget about the wide streets to settle myself with the peace of the old season. We went back to the small riverside hamlet, the monkey bridge lying on the river was gone, the water wharf, the boat had left with fragments of time. Sitting and watching the water dissipate, we seem to vanish with a rustling monsoon. The rows of old eucalypts have been waiting for many times to change leaves, how many times to change the land, to move the rain and sun, and the little village keeps it for us with so many overlapping mess. The day we left the hometown, passed the small bamboo bridge in front of the house, waking up with open horizons, sending our hearts back by the waterfront along the river, sending my first love back in a bitter look. I flow into the city with short, evenly long days. To one day find ourselves in abundance in the street, we dream about the simple lifestyle of our homeland. Wake me up every morning with the sound of chickens crowing, with a bright ray of sunlight that pierces the canopy of leaves, and sweet sales of goods in the morning. We walked out into the garden, took a deep breath of the fresh village air, and heard the flowers and leaves whisper blooming. Feel every beat of time, ignoring the old old dogma. Hold your hand to catch the clear morning sun – a peaceful flower blooms under your hand … I wander the familiar village path, where a coconut shadow always appears to lean on. Sitting under the shade of the hometown coconuts, from someone’s home warm, passionate lullabies, these songs follow me throughout my life. The figure of a woman who is industrious, enduring pain and suffering in the countryside is never mixed in up and down road dust. The proud voice of the country pours into the day of diligence so that we love the voice of the motherland forever. We went back and weeped in the night with doubts going through each other. The sound of frogs looking for each other, the clattering of insects, the sound of parents sitting back and forth in the cramped, quiet dinner pot. I used to be excited about the street, tired of the poor days in the countryside. Walk long distances on the feet of youth, across high hills. Let one day see sadness plunge, hesitate to pass each other as a part of life. The countryside brightly lit, we illuminate ourselves in the pond water. Each trace of time chasing after days, the nostalgia of flapping its wings in the iron, remember looking forward to. If you go far, you can be homesick, and you can see simple but heartbreaking images. Now back to look at the homeland, there are things that have forever remained in memory that cannot be changed. Small bamboo bridges, thatched roofs, rows of rows, the noises of noon gradually retreated into the past. I forever embrace the troubled youth, the alum is still sticking to the heels every day, so that every step we take is heavy carrying a domain … In the afternoon, sit back with the innocent river, the old images are blurred into our hearts with long, smoking streaks. On the country river wharf, a boat just let go of the anchor … /.