Dan - I always remember about her land. Nostalgia as a powerful underground stream flowed in mind, consider that I had come to see, breathe and have lived, met and fell in love ... from dry grass to the king on the gates and wooden bird cages gown red scarf hanging on the tree pink, triangular circuit from the fields are ruined mountain range to the blue blur in the morning dew virtual ... Select the location where the border was once marked the country in my heart with the words: Is Sung.
| And fanciful dreaming |
A charism is a mountainous commune situated on the highway linking Ha Giang 4C with the northernmost provinces, Dong Van town than 20km to the south. Along with the Story of Pao (cinematographic works of cult film Vietnam in 2006 with four Golden Kite), the name is Sung had to step outside shore stone fences, flying high over the crooked trail halfway clear sky , has become a name familiar to many artists and the public love art, especially with other travelers wandering ...
Five months went by land that is not changed, still the walls that the roof of the bank of Mongolia lies dormant stone fence, the sun soon spill over the canyon shirt woven into sheets as soft iridescent silk mesh , the cold of the high ring still tacitly absorbed into the meat, skin and English praise Mongolia still kill, deep scholarship under the porch.
| Previous thread |
Grace on me through ... There is a girl who turned the silk loom on the road soon. A simple and rustic to the difficulty, the loom is made from dried bamboo lines, diamond-shaped and large, easy is to 2m from the perimeter, put the pit in front yard.
Yarn ball girl standing in the sun will soon, in the quiet space to do the heart, wondering as the wind is heard ringing on the plant floor, hours after the bloom petals turn pink eye bank statements barriers, language children cry bid and in English on hearing protection as far as close, footsteps on the gravelly shore of grass ...
| Girl Is Sung |
The valley is like a woman who was bent on the road side steps, heavy deposits on two shoulders, two children go behind his wake. They step quietly operating in the sun and dry winds, the kids looked dormant pure eyes looks the traveler. Chips with three men in traditional costumes, chrysanthemum flower tea nine buttons on every exit sign hidden under way around the house, see again are back at hui over the cliff, between the undulating gray stone cat ears.
| On coming |
Sunny but still not up to the holiday valley was radiant. As I go wandering along the road who was absent, fires found some new bike or car pulled level improvements, if any will make the motorcycle busy selecting the serene space ...
And suddenly I hear, the coastal thorn fence full of dry grass, behind a high wooden threshold has silver color, the yellow walls are cumbersome by the new sun, in the dark, a voice praise thrown Mongolia, earnest, calling ...
I'm afraid he came through the door. Young man sitting onwooden chairs, furniture virtually nothing, mostly dry firewood in the house and arranged all things well is filled outside lane. But I feel the very best of children who rang high in the leg and the rustic look that, as the improved seeds, corn, beans that their horses are trying to rise in the gorge, when he walked off the field a green leaf and blows a tune to praise the sound environment as birdsong echoing in the empty forest, area president and flickering ...
| Crowd girl playing |
Other side of the road are few girls playing in fields triangular circuit, makes the sun sparkle gleamed sharp as glass. I wandered onto the street, the two parties was harassing bamboo fences around plots of land to grow flowers, followed the boys are back hui carry tables and chairs, pots urinary preparations for a party.
Vegetable garden place rare stone plateau again met a mother stood back yarn, the first tree is bare, dry rose leaves, he shut the gate.
| Sunny days |
The high threshold but not difficult to have self-closing pull cord every time someone pushed to step through the gates. Inside the home, the young Mongolian boy sitting perforated the new column, while the father gray hair, tooth loss, almost excited just to touch the guests see the merit step and the image that he has marked time, As fire officials work hanging on the wall next to all the main door.
Porch full of dried corn was seized Liu, wood filled courtyard, a small bird in a cage dance calendar criticized. Life is peaceful.
From directions to Yen Minh, Dong Van, standing atop the right fork can pass the path of vice table, it is the most beautiful peak to valley over view is Sung. 4C Road Software as a horizontal ribbon express train our valley, sa rustic pride in his garden under the sun, and the float waving folds after the sad shore stone fence. In the far north where it ends, Sung is like a new woman she painted large, medium tension filled youth just bring back f hamlet looks clumsy.
| Being Sung |
When I returned, the sun has brought the women walk around in the sun porch to sit and embroidery hong. One sparkling morning, and full of fanciful dreaming of creation. Sunny early, dew, light, breath of mountains, blue of the sky, high ripple of the ring ... all creating a beautiful picture is Sung. A notch is very deep in your soul ...
Where I put a stop to enjoy sitting backpack tranquil space gun is located opposite a triangular field across the street circuit. I see light tenh heart like the wind, see the bustling happy to see kids learn about peer tan, sent back three chips, double bike in a hurry. I also found a square feeling pleased when she met Sung is with sad eyes and a half and half, both sessions around the loom, not spin a yarn over, not touching a line of bamboo.
| Under the red tree |
Girls who do not speak much English Mongolian Economy, could only tell me that they were married. I stood under the original red ash, sad eyes and the distance thinking of? Street children who wait on the banks of stone barriers, spleen stand alone as the walls of the house closed doors, the windows are painted green, yellow paint that fate.
I sit here, I stood there ... and each is a world, very private. But I know I will remember about the Heart of the Country, where I met you - girl Sung Is ...
Article & photo: Mum
