My hometown in May

My hometown in May

In May, the sky suddenly turned clear.

The river of fluffy white clouds drifts languidly.

The garden was filled with the cooing of birds at midday.

The lychee season is urging us to harvest the sweet, ripe fruit by the river.

Golden hues of sunshine on the fields

Following the ripening rice stalks heavy with grain back to the village.

The village road was covered with straw.

Laughter and chatter filled the air all around.

The gentle summer breeze

The scent of freshly cooked rice fills the village with its fragrant aroma...

Truong Quang Thu