stepphenwolf

That was Long Ho village, an old village on the bank of Huong river - just a few miles from Hue, a lovely village with a peaceful life. When I was a little girl I came there often. Many years have passed, so many things have changed but the dream-like memory of that small village is still vividly in my heart and the warm atmosphere of the evening there seep into my mind each time I feel tired of the urban life in Saigon city. Every evening, when the sun had just set behind Ngu Binh hills, all around us we could see the farmers walking home from the fields, tired after a long day of hard work. Some dogs were running toward their owners, wagging their tails and barking happily. The buffalos which had pulled plows along with the farmers during the hot day passed us on the way to the stables. High a top of one buffalo a boy play a lazy song with his bamboo flute as the animal slowly plodded onward. Far away, some cows were chewing the fresh grass. Here and there, kids were flying kites..