It was dangerous, but I knew I had to do it. That was the day we visited Sapa. The landscape here is rich and magnificent. Rocky, precarious paths with tiny flowers blowing in the wind, bring that faint and unforgettable fragrance to the classroom door. The clouds floating beside me wanted to say something. From the banks of the Da River to Nam Gin and then to the main road No. 6, this distance is full of mountain ebonies. They are behind, they are in front, they are on the right, on the left, first on your head, at the top, they are at your feet, they are in the heart of the valley.
See, following the bumpy road we passed the terraced fields. I passed this place and looked at the flowers, then hesitated again: "Could it be, where did the flower come from?" then lowered his head, picked up the petals, smelled, looked at, and then put it back on the ground.
I passed everywhere but finally stopped at the brocade shop. Here, children run around as if playing, singing and dancing. They wear unique and delicate brocade outfits. Each line and color are shown in harmony, with illustrations of people's simple life here. I stopped, opened the package of sticky rice prepared in the morning and continued on.
Then in the evening, I saw a baby crying. I asked about it, she said: "I... I'm lost!" I calmly told her: "Let me carry you home. We'll get there." It was almost 2 a.m. that we found her house.
