Leisure talk: The copper reflects the mountain

For generations, people in my hometown have passed down the experience that when the reeds bloom, the rainy season is over and there will be no more flooding. But this year, when the reeds have bloomed white all over the dike, the storm has not stopped. The wind and rain are raging, water from upstream is pouring down, the whole village is flooded. The water level is approximately equal to the historic flood of 2020.

My village is located near the river, close to the fields, and right at the foot of the mountain. The river is gentle, the vast fields lie peacefully at the foot of the majestic green mountains. I have been to many places but have never seen a place as beautiful as my hometown. During the flood season, my village is the first to receive the water. Water flows from upstream, the river boils with a murky color that the villagers often call silver water. The water overflows the dike, rushes into the fields, and then rushes into the village in the blink of an eye. The villagers rush to move their belongings and properties to higher ground, and life quickly switches to a state of coping with the flood. For several days, the sky poured down, the water poured down murky, the entire village field was covered in silver water, and people's hearts were also stirred. Then when the rain stopped, the water stood still, the silt settled, and the water gradually became clear. The sun tried to pierce through the thick clouds and shine down with sparkling golden rays. The sky was clear, the clouds were white and the mountains were greener. The village fields were like giant, clear mirrors, clearly reflecting the sky, clouds, and mountain silhouettes. At that time, I saw my village was beautiful, majestic and extremely poetic.

People in my village accept to live with all circumstances and find joy to overcome difficulties. My father said, in fact, when there is a flood, the fields will be free of rats and insects, and the next crop will have less traps. The fields and gardens will have more alluvium for the plants to flourish. When the sun comes up, the soil will dry, and the alluvium will cover the garden in a silver cloak, silver even on the grass and leaves. My father broke the ground, made beds to start planting some winter vegetables. My mother carefully took rice husks and covered the ginger and onion beds that have been submerged in water for a while now. The rice husks keep the roots of the plants warm and can absorb water from the soil. I thought my mother was just trying to save the situation, but after days of being immersed in silver water, the ginger and onion beds have now grown lush again as if they could not bear to let down my mother's devoted care. Just like that, after the days of flood, the land will sprout new buds of joy. The flood will pass and the villagers will light up green buds of hope on this land.

After the flood season, the village fields turn around to enter the winter-spring crop with green young rice seedlings on the rich mud, the home gardens will be lush with winter vegetables and fruits, bustling with colorful flowers to welcome Tet. Like me, standing in front of the fields still covered in water, I still see my hometown as incredibly beautiful, with charming landscapes, fields reflecting the mountains.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/nhan-dam-dong-in-bong-nui-185241214191345374.htm