The beauty of the highlands

Spring is arriving, knocking on the doors of every region, every home, every community. Journalist and poet Nguyen Hong Vinh seems to be "racing" with spring, having recently visited the Northern Delta, then the Mekong Delta; from the Northwest, he traveled to the port city of Hai Phong . And now, he arrives in the red basalt plateau, overflowing with coffee, rubber, and various kinds of green vegetables. "She" in the poem is happily going to the fields, the highland "wind" blowing through her smooth black hair, coincidentally meeting her lover visiting the specialized production area. Beautiful memories flood back. Cherished dreams now have a chance to "sprout," allowing "him" to boldly ask: " This spring, perhaps...?" "She" remains silent, and "he" takes another step: "If we don't pick them, they'll fall!" The innocent, poetic love story is "wrapped" by the author in romantic imagery: " The sunset sinks behind the mountains / Hand in hand, we descend the pass." A new dawn will break for the couple who have nurtured their love through hard work, though arduous, but optimistic because they have found meaning in life.