The "little flowers" on the land of Ta Xua

In the clouds of Ta Xua (Son La), a place people still call "cloud hunting paradise", you can see with your own eyes the magnificence of mother nature. But when I had the opportunity to set foot on this land, I found that there were moments even more beautiful than that magical sea of ​​clouds.

It is the smiles, the innocent and pure features, the rosy cheeks from the sun and wind of the children here. Despite the hardships and deprivations in life, they are like wildflowers - ordinary yet extraordinary, growing up among the majestic mountains and hills.

Their playground is not a modern park. Their playground is the entire Ta Xua hill. It is a steep path, a newly leveled red soil wall. A playground full of only dirt, sand, gravel, and rocks. A vast playground, looking straight out to the valley and the distant mountains. Their joy is just as simple, their toys are grass, flowers, pebbles, and rocks... Just that is enough to make them laugh out loud.

Ethnic minority children in Ta Xua grassland.

The poverty may be evident in the old clothes, but the spiritual wealth shines in every smile, every look. It seems that the hardships of life in the highlands cannot reach the world of these children.

And it is that moment of excitement from those "nothings" that makes any of us, adults who are reeling under pressure, have to calm down. Living in the city, we often define "enough" by material comforts, by the latest technological gadgets. We easily complain when the Internet is slow, get frustrated because an item does not satisfy us, or feel empty even though we lack nothing. We have so much, that we forget how to be happy. It is not having something, it is the ability to be happy with what we have.

These children in Ta Xua, what do they have? They lack everything, if measured by our standards. But they have something that many adults are struggling to find: Joy. A pure joy, without conditions, without reason. It turns out, we may be luckier than them in material things, but they are "richer" than us in spirit.

You are still there. The "little flowers" of the Ta Xua mountains are still growing like that. Both resilient as the rocks and clear as the clouds. And it is you who remind me that sometimes, true happiness is simply a bunch of wild flowers picked by the roadside...

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Source: https://www.qdnd.vn/van-hoa/doi-song/nhung-bong-hoa-nho-tren-vung-dat-ta-xua-885623