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 will become a road and each person creates a path in their mind in their own way. Who does not have memories of the alley, the road of their hometown?

Every day passes, we run and play there, but only later do we realize how important and deeply attached it is.

The country road is small so people passing by have a chance to chat, joke and tease each other happily. The country lanes are close, it is convenient to call from one house to another, to ask or borrow something when in need. The country road has a fragrant smell of rice, lingering with the smell of straw, fields and soil...

The roads are covered with brilliant sunshine 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. 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