Out there/Thirty-eight degrees Celsius/Here/The forest blows wind to my village...
Out there
Thirty-eight degrees Celsius (38 degrees Celsius)
Here
The forest blows wind to my village.
Years living with mountains and hills.
Fat, glue, pine, cinnamon grow day by day.
Formerly barren hills
Now the forest.
Thanks for your care and support.
My village always has faith.
Forest is life for thousands of years.
People and trees are connected together.
Forestry
Forests enrich people.
Summer comes with the sound of cicadas.
Clean environment, birds are friendly with people...
The wind blows on the hill.
Where better to ask than the scene of my village in the middle of summer...
VU DANG BUT