The morning dew was still gently clinging to the tips of the rice leaves when the sun began to slowly rise from behind the mountain. The path that cuts through the rice fields looks winding, as if to guide anyone who passes through it to enjoy every second of the natural beauty of the countryside. The air feels fresh, penetrates the lungs with a natural coolness that cannot be found in the city.
In the distance, the mountains stand proudly, covered in a thin mist which adds to the impression of calm and peace. The sound of the morning birds collides with the rustle of the wind gently caressing the young rice shoots. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of gurgling water from the irrigation flowing along the edge of the rice fields, creating a natural rhythm that soothes the heart.
A farmer was seen walking slowly at the end of the road, carrying a hoe on his shoulder. A simple smile appeared on his face, as if today was a new blessing that he welcomed with gratitude. In the surrounding area, the green rice fields seem to become a natural carpet that pampers the eyes and soothes the soul.
The countryside is not just a place, it is a living tranquility. Every corner tells a story about harmony between humans and nature.
