Autumn comes to Huong Tich, the sun is bustling

Autumn comes to Huong Tich, the sun is bustling,

Yen stream has clear water and can be rowed straight.

Stalactites and stalagmites skillfully carved by the sky,

Old pine trees layer upon layer of steep mountains.

Deep in the temple, the bell rings deeply,

The waves tossed the boat.

Rowing up the mountain to watch,

Thousands of mountains and rivers, autumn leaves rustle...

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