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.

Yes! Only 90 hours, in the forest, a time to count quickly but cannot easily measure the nostalgia for the forests in the North of Tay Ninh bearing a name that sounds far away from the myths of Ruyon, Chang Riec, Lo. Go, Da Ha, Ta Xa, along with Tien Co streams, Cho streams, upstream of Vam Co Dong river, A Lan mountain, Ta Not grassland … Ho Chi Minh City writers delegation under an old coconut tree on the bank of the Vam Co Dong river during a practical trip to compose from April 14 to 17 Winding trails in the middle of the forest, moss in small patches of light in the sun filtered through the forest’s canopy like countless pieces of jade, the two sides of the road are entwined with flowers, the footsteps are a little hesitant at first. exploration, then a gentle and friendly feeling rushed to touch the stump of the old rice lentils, kerosene trees. The trees are silvery white, the trees are musty, the trees are rough, and every tree is soaring as going straight through the blue sky, making the canopy of leaves proudly on the forest space. The most poetic are the relatives of mistletoe, from dense ferns jostling for a noisy competition in the direction of sunlight, fragile and humble vines wrapped around the soft, idyllic root of the host, to the species of orchids that are tall and tall, they gather like a crowded population, for old trees to have friends, to support the loneliness of trees for hundreds of years, a few hundred years … Do not know if the time to enter the forest is the right time when the birds after lunch are full, gathered in the groves, singing together, forming a multi-level forest music concert. Sitting in the middle-ground thatched shack, the forest breeze ruffled through the trees, the forest leaves caught the wind like a thousand million cool fans, a little quiet, wandering to listen to the wild birds, the forest sometimes bustling like a harmony There are many voices, there is a holy voice that is sharp and arrogant, with a husky voice full of power but moderately, with a voice of challenge like scrambling, with a soft, gentle and gentle voice. And sometimes, the cicadas sing together, forming an enchanting forest symphony, hard to forget. 2. It was a bit of a surprise when I came to Lo Go-Xa Mat National Park which spreads in Tan Bien district of Tay Ninh province, 135 km from Ho Chi Minh City, surrounded by Vam Co Dong river in the West. Source from Cambodia, the part flowing into Vietnam is about 20 km long, river bed 10-20m wide, is the natural boundary between Vietnam – Cambodia. Take the boat upstream of Vam Co Dong river upstream According to statistics, the area of ​​Lo Go-Xa Mat National Park is 19,156 ha, the special-use forest accounts for 26% of the total natural forest cover of Tay Ninh province. The flora has 696 species and medicinal plants have 158 species, timber trees are 58 species, ornamental plants 21 species, food plants are 10 species, and vegetables are 7 species. Fauna system The number is up to 58 species of reptiles, 28 species of frogs, 88 species of fish, 128 species of insects, there are a number of rare species such as the black-shanked douc langur, Indochinese silver langur, small califers, bird fauna with the number of up to 203 species including many rare and precious water birds such as Giang Sen, Old Lady Java, Swallow Stork, Old Cavalry … When almost the surrounding areas of the forest are white, this place is like a paradise of nature with primeval forests, special-use forests, green to the eyes, green to the depths of green, the colors of rivers and streams, one color. The green forest is so beautiful .. Sitting on the boat along the water border, upstream of the Vam Co Dong river, looking at the banks are green streaks of flooded forest, arousing love like sweet honey with the forest, especially, On the Vietnamese side, there is an old Gaya forest, there are thousands of years old roots that are tangled, like knitting hooks deep in the river bed, the carpet of fallen leaves looks like hundreds of years of overlapping layers … And when I came here, sitting under the shade of Gua, lying on the leaf carpet, listening to stories about the battle to keep the land to keep the forest, feeling the love every inch of the land of the Fatherland was so choked … In the final hot sun In the dry season, walking in the forest canopies, following the trail of border patrol, listening to my heart is green and sweet, to calm my soul and spiritual feelings when I touch the national landmark 132-2, my eyes suddenly spicy … Border road in Chang Riec Lo Go-Xa Mat, where Ta Not grassland, gradually falls in the afternoon, and a trail of sunlight at the end of the day also runs slowly from the grassland to the other side of your country, on a 7-storey tower at an altitude of 33 m, in the vast wind, In the immense cloud of clouds, there are a few fluttering storks and storks to see a large frontier area, your side is the red and empty land, on this side you are the green forest flap, the green to the heart, I am worried about how to keep the green color sustainable … Heard, in the rainy season, wetlands and grasses, grass will make a beautiful green carpet, reflecting on the water surface will be soft shimmering grass branches. around, creating a shadow like a dream. 3. Hear the word “source”, “red address” stars like a sacred hard to describe. Crouched in the jungle, amidst the singing of a group of revolutionary songs accompanying the years, suddenly traveling through space and time back half a century ago, to hear echoes “ If you go out, you will preserve the mountains and rivers. If you leave, it is better to die. “ Not the first time coming here, but it seems that every time I step into the “R” battle zone, there is a strange excitement, like a rushing flow in my body, like a Liberation soldier marching out. Battle of the past … Bac Tay Ninh- “holy land” of the resistance war, in 15 years, from the fire of Dong Khoi 1960 to the day of reunification in 1975, the Central Department of the South has firmly stood in the primeval forest. back to many layers of trees covering Rung Duon and Chang Riec, in Tan Bien district, Tay Ninh province. This place marks the life and work in the years of the long and arduous resistance war of the eminent leaders of the Party, the State, our army and famous patriotic intellectuals who “leave the street. go to the forest “join the resistance war. The Central Base Bureau went down in history with the immortal nickname “R”. From “R”, the leaders of the revolution directed the creation of victory, from “Special War”, “Local War”, “War of Americanization and Vietnamization” to General Offensive and The Spring 1975 rebellion won all over, especially breaking the American Junction City from February 22 to May 14, 1967, hitting “R” directly. Ho Chi Minh City’s delegation visited the National Front for the Liberation of South Vietnam American generals on the battlefields of South Vietnam called “R” as “The White House and the Vietnamese Communist’s Pentagon in the middle of the jungle”. During the years 1965 – 1967, many international journalists and writers visited the legendary “R” base such as the Soviet Communist Party’s reporter of the Truth Report; Chinese Press – Photography – Television delegation; Australian journalist – Wilfred Graham Burchett; journalist of the French Communist Party’s Humanitarian Newspaper – Madeleine Riffaud; Polish writer-journalist – Monika Warnenska; Korean press delegation; Cuban press delegation … After returning home, they wrote many books and flaming reports on the Vietnam battlefield, contributing to the voice of international peace-loving friends supporting the Vietnamese people. Resistance against American imperialism. The forests here are also associated with the names of many leaders who have entered the history of the war against the US to save the country of the Vietnamese army and people. Suoi Nhung and Linh stream are associated with Secretary of the Party Committee, Secretary of the Central Department Nguyen Van Linh; May stream and Dat mountain associated with General Nguyen Chi Thanh; streams Tien Co, Ruch Don, Chang Riec associated with Central Secretary of the Department Pham Hung; Cho stream, Trang A Lan in association with lawyer Nguyen Huu Tho, architect Huynh Tan Phat … In the afternoon, the forest was pale in the morning, beside the Cho stream in the dry season, in the shade of green leaves to the bottom of the water, the slick moss-covered rocks were known to be the “fairy bathing” wharf of female soldiers in ” R “, suddenly heard in the wind the sound of girls laughing in the forest, suddenly choked when listening to the story of female martyr Huynh Lan Khanh, the third daughter of architect Huynh Tan Phat, sacrificed him. dung here … There was a moment in the midday sun, when we got here, the whole forest suddenly became strangely quiet, not knowing if the spirit of 14,000 martyrs died in the war against the US, the war to protect the southwest border and on international missions in Cambodia, including nearly 700 martyrs who are from Hanoi, located on hill 82 of the “R” war zone hiding this place? Writing us, writers, reminding them not to be forgotten on our pages. 4. The dawn of the forest after the rain was clear to sweet, only the birds singing hello to the sun were shining on the tops of the trees, sometimes a few mischievous hours of raindrops deposited on the leaves on the dry leaves … Suddenly remember also the month Tu, when interviewing a former Liberation Army-writer for an article titled “The Longest Day of War” on April 30, he mentioned the forest: “ Hearing the news that we had flagged a flag on the Independence Palace, I and my brothers and sisters in R quietly went to the forest, each one sitting and crying. Crying for joy, crying because of loving comrades who died. That night, there was a lot of gunshots, but not gunshots of death, but like calling out to swarms of good news to each other … ‘. Tho hill station for a time, across the river is Cambodia’s friend country And in me are many feelings, even though it is not the first time to come to this forest, but each time goodbye, I still feel indebted to the pages written about this place, indebted to the martyrs, those who lie. in the middle of the forest in the southwestern part of the country. Tay Ninh- Ho Chi Minh City (April 2021)

Mr. Vo Ngoc Minh Nhat, owner of the tourist destination “Immortal Flower Forest”. The birth of this tourist spot was also quite random. Mr. Vo Ngoc Dung, 54 years old, lives in Dao Duy Tu Street, Ward 4, Da Lat City, which is a farmer. In 2020, he rented out 6 sao of gardening from a landowner in Xuan Tho commune to grow immortal flowers for sale to flower shops and ornamental plants in Da Lat to make flower baskets to sell to tourists. Young man Vo Ngoc Minh Nhat, 22 years old, his son Vo Ngoc Dung, who had just graduated from an art school in Ho Chi Minh City once visited the garden with his father, was overwhelmed by the beauty of the immortal flower garden. Then he advised his father not to collect flowers anymore, but left the whole flower garden to welcome visitors. Immortality is a unique flower because when it is dead, each flower retains the same shape and color as when it first bloomed. In Dalat, immortal flowers have been planted for a long time, but the colors are quite monotonous, mainly yellow and orange. Meanwhile, the immortal flower garden of Mr. Vo Ngoc Dung’s family has a variety of colors such as white, yellow, orange, purple, red, pink … due to the variety imported from abroad. This flower has good resistance to pests and diseases, takes less care, the time from seeding to flowering is about 5 months and the tree will bloom continuously for about 2 years before having to replace another litter. The beauty of immortal flowers. Mr. Vo Ngoc Dung said that in the past, the economic efficiency from growing immortal flowers was quite precarious because each kilogram of flowers sold only about 40,000 VND. One person can cut 5-6kg of cotton / day. While the average wage of labor is 200,000 VND / day / person, the flower selling fee is only enough to pay the labor cost. However, since moving to tourism, the economic efficiency is much higher. The tourist destination “Immortal Flower Forest” is completely free for visitors, families only sell soft drinks and coffee at the price of 20,000-40,000 VND / cup. “Normally we welcome about 50 guests, on holidays, the ceremony welcomes 200-300 guests. Income from selling water to visitors is much higher than from cutting cotton to sell by weight “, Mr. Vo Ngoc Dung affirmed. Highway 20 from the center of Da Lat city to Xuan Tho, Xuan Truong (Da Lat) communes has now become a tourist road with many famous “chek-in” and “Immortal Flower Forest” with the Rustic beauty but no less romantic is a special highlight that makes this road even more attractive to visitors from near and far.

Illustrations: LE ANH. The road from the Tay village to Khuoi My, the village of the Ao Dai Dao is not very far, nor is it entangled with a steep and steep pass. The charming curves tighten the waist, slowly slack like an indigo lap. At times, the ears also buzzed, the neck was cold, but the clouds were able to calm them. The clouds here are warm like kitchen smoke in my friend’s house, wrapped around the body, hugging the mountain. Thanks to the altitude and humidity, which is different from other localities in the region, the roofs on stilts in Khuoi My are mostly green and mossy. The moss from year to year is good, and when you go inside, it feels warm like a blanket of heaven and earth, the mountains and forests are already warmed, covering the roofs of the four seasons hidden in the smoke, wind and clouds. Khuoi My is small, dreamy as the name itself, like the embodiment of the mountain girl. There are a few dozen households in the whole village, taking a short walk is the end of the day, everyone whose voice is strong, speaking at the beginning of the village, the end of the village is clear. Many people still say that the green on the roofs here often evokes feelings of sadness and regret. Those who come, go and return to this place will see a different moss color in each season. The moss green was darker, deeper, the blanket felt on the roofs heavier by the pain and attachment. I personally do not have that feeling. I find love, tolerance and protection very close, warm, peaceful, and peaceful. In the green color of young moss, the yellow color of the old moss is wilting and peeling, there is the warmth of mountains, clouds and the air radiating from each roof. The house where the whole village has joined hands to support each other since childhood. Nobody rented, bought or sold anything. Every house built a house, carved the whole village to make the roof. The tighter the roof, the more durable the sentiment. People cut palm leaves to dry, someone sharpens something, someone knocked on that, for a while they should have a home. The visitors arrived, the man of Dao Ao Dai ethnic group still kept his hands on a big cast iron pan. He looked back excitedly pointing to the seat for the guests, mourning: “Try to wait for this batch, we will invite tea!”. His family has made tea for many generations, harvested from the old Shan Tuyet tea tree, the body is as big as two embracing adult arms. People who want to pick tea have to wear the baskets on their backs, and take half a day to climb the mountain. The drinking table made from a forest log has dozens of different pots in size, style, and material. It seems that enjoying tea in mountainous regions is also very meticulous, no less next to other regions. This white tea is as white as snow, still with curved leaves, plump buds. This tea bar is thinner, the background is radiating in the warm terracotta. In addition to the “tea tools” made of wood, bamboo, and all kinds of terracotta pots, porcelain, and china, there are also pots of cymbidium, mountain ginseng covered with purple and turquoise cotton buds. I do not know if it is thanks to “rewarding” the delicate, pure tea flavor every day, but coming to Cymbidium, mountain ginseng, the plants that only like to stick deeply rooted in the source are still healthy, green but flowering, buds. Only at the tea table, we saw the harmony of yin and yang, the people who enjoyed the tea were more serene and more relieved. Tea infused, the host slowly raised a small cup with both hands to invite guests, the guests called to the kitchen to invite his wife to enjoy tea. The woman rubbed her wet eyes from the smoke of the kitchen. Women in this region have very beautiful skin, are always tense, red, with slightly freckled cheeks, sting marks, but also adorn their beauty to become salty, deep. On the head of the Ao Dai woman, her hair is neatly buned at the nape of her neck, above her forehead is skillfully wrapped around like a brim of a crimson hat, blue fringes are hanging above. The beauty is like a small portrait, with wild banana petals holding green stamens waiting for the day to come, gently covering her silky black hair, and above that, green moss-like roofs like the echoes of mountains and forests.