Country road

Roads are born to take people to the places they need to go, and more than that, to take us to the beautiful dreams out there.

A path that is walked forever becomes a road and each person creates a path in their mind in their own way.

Who doesn't have memories of the alley, the road of their hometown? Every day we pass by, run and play on it, but only later do we realize how important and deeply attached it is.

The country roads are fragrant with the scent of rice, lingering with the smell of straw and soil… The roads are brilliantly sunny when summer comes, and covered with leaves when autumn comes. March is filled with red cotton flowers, May embraces golden straw, July is filled with burning royal poincianas, September is filled with blooming chrysanthemums.

The country road is small so people passing by have a chance to chat, joke and tease each other happily. The country lane is close, one can call from one house to another, asking or borrowing something when in need is very convenient.

When winter passes, the road seems longer, whispering silently to the feet that are shivering in the cold. The road is filled with sadness for fragile souls, the road of vague memories with hidden feelings!

Heritage Magazine