Suddenly, one day the sky suddenly changed seasons, so that Ha Giang could no longer seize the ice price of winter, but instead the cold, windy air mixed with the sweet sun of her spring. I was surprised to see the sky changing color of miraculous changing clothes, and the flaps of the forest were covered with white color of plums, pears, and fresh pink of peaches that just opened. And somewhere in the zigzag passages on the cliffs, in peaceful villages nestled on the deep thousands of green, w
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