Spring seems to still be dreaming on the highlands of the Northwest region with tiny, pure white plum petals covering the hillsides and valleys. The delicate, fresh petals in the spring sunshine make any visitor here fall in love.
In the distance, the simple wooden roofs of the Hmong people can be seen. A few children gathered in front of the porch, some sisters covered in dust and dirt, innocent as the mountains and forests of the highlands.
Somewhere, a Hmong girl shyly smiled back at the traveler in the spring sunshine. A few naughty children rode their bicycles along the dirt road or climbed the plum trees, happily welcoming the visitors. The giggles of children spread in the spring air, bustling with traditional costumes.
Amidst the pure white plum blossoms are the pink peach blossoms, the space seems to want to hold back the visitors from afar.
The Anh
