Ethnic people in the highlands of Yen Bai work in the fields on the high mountain slopes. Through spring, people have to wait until it rains, when the terraced fields are flooded (called the flood season), to start transplanting the only rice crop of the year. The Thai people set up villages in the lowlands, planting glutinous rice in the Tu Le valley. And the Mong people are good at climbing mountain passes, they have turned the rugged mountain slopes into beautiful terraced fields. The talented and diligent hands of the Dao people, the Mong people, the Ha Nhi people, the Giay people, the Tay people, the Xa Pho people, the Nung people, the Pa Di people... One life after another creates masterpieces.
When the morning dew was still lingering in the valley, the Mong people wore sacks, carried hoes, led buffaloes, and carried sacks of rice seeds to the fields. When the first glimpse of the sun shone, bare feet followed the buffalo to plow. The sparkling water surface reflects the deep blue sky, the dark brown fields, the silhouette of the Mong girl and her husband wearing swaying flower robes, the husband in front, the wife behind the buffalo, the steep layers of the fields are swept by sparkling water.
The rice terraces in the three communes of La Pan Tan, Che Cu Nha and Ze Xu Phong, Mu Cang Chai district, Yen Bai were granted the national monument status by the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism on October 18, 2007, a scenic spot that is perhaps the most special and unique in Vietnam. Within a radius of 20 km, the fields are arranged between the two sides halfway up the mountain, gradually lowering down to the blue river below.
This land is the most beautiful of the year on two occasions in May - June, when the fields are in the pouring season and in September - October when a yellow color spreads throughout the fertile fields. These are also the two times when Yen Bai, Sapa and Y Ti – Bat Xat on the Northwest land welcome a large number of tourists and photographers who are passionate about hunting for beautiful photos.
Each person with one hand, built the dam, raised the banks, weeded, tilled the fertile land, renovated the irrigation system, was bustling with laughter, the sound of children calling each other, the sound of children cheering, sobbing in the field, transplanting rice.
The color of the water, of the blue sky, of the iridescent red earth in the bright sun. The pouring water season has its own beauty. With water, the Mong people worked hard to repair the terraced fields, sweep the cracks, clear the water lines down to each step, and then in the next few months, when autumn comes, the whole of these fields will be beautifully golden.
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