In a valley surrounded by sturdy and magnificent hills, the expanse of green rice fields stretches wide like natural rugs that cool the eyes. The ranks of young rice stand tall, reflecting the shadow of the blue sky and the lump of white clouds on the surface of a quiet water, as if painting the harmony between the earth and the sky. The fresh morning air blows gently, carrying the scent of wet soil and leaves that are integrated in the silence of the rural.
Simple houses with zinc roofs and wooden walls standing on the banks of rice fields, being a silent witness to a modest and peaceful life. From a distance, the rock hills towering high, adding to the charm of an irreplaceable natural landscape. Sunlight that appears slowly from behind the hills spreads the golden rays, giving new life and enthusiasm for farmers who are preparing to walk on the day.
