I was born and raised in my mother's hometown, which is Thach Thanh district, Thanh Hoa, a mountainous midland area. Occasionally there are a few narrow valleys under the foothills, forming small, beautiful fields. It seems that all year round, the crop is connected with the crop, the season is good after the season, all the rice, the sweet potato to the maize and the vegetable crop. Just like that, this strip of land is always dyed with new colors of a peaceful life that are changing skin every day. Across the middle of the field is a provincial road connecting National Highway 1A to Kim Tan town, the center of Thach Thanh district, oxcarts are carrying manure into the fields to fertilize rice, rolling evenly on the asphalt. The sun has risen high, yet I still hesitate to watch this "green silk strip" forever. Tomorrow, when the harvest comes, the whole field will become golden and throbbing with the voices and laughter of the rice farmers. Now, the field is dyed a green color of hope, which will surely signal a bountiful harvest.
