For generations, terraced fields have not only been a suitable
place for cultivation in mountainous terrain, but also a vivid symbol of the
union between man and nature in the remote land of Ha Giang.
Amidst the immense mountains of Ha Giang, each flood season is like a new love song being sung, shimmering and magical. In that enchanting general picture, Khuoi My - a highland village of Ha Giang, quietly shines, bearing the pure beauty of the harmony of heaven and earth, of the hands of the Dzao people persistently writing the golden seasons on the mountain slopes.
Khuoi My enters the flooding season around the end of June and the beginning of July every year, when the first rains of the season pour down relentlessly on the highlands. Each terraced field, dry after a long winter, begins to "awaken", welcoming the water from the source, shimmering on the field surface, sparkling like a mirror in the afternoon sun.
The water surface reflects the clouds and sky, and also reflects the diligent figures of the Dao people bending over to lead water, build banks, and clear the fields. The scenery is both poetic and imbued with the soul of the countryside - a rustic yet profound soul that makes anyone who sees it just once feel attached to it forever.
The terraced fields in the flood season are a season of shifting colors. The highest point is the dark brown of newly turned soil, the middle of the field is the shimmering silver of water, and the low places have a touch of fresh green. The whole space is like a giant brocade, woven from the hands and aspirations of the highland farmers. Under the gentle sunlight, everything seems to blur, melting into each other in a melody of thriving life.
The Dao people in Khuoi My have long preserved and developed the traditional terraced field cultivation technique, not only as a production method but also as a way of life, a part of their cultural identity. They skillfully lead water from streams, evenly distributing it to each field using a system of wooden and bamboo gutters. Each field is neatly bordered, square and sharp, stacked on top of each other like steps leading to the blue sky.
Mr. Ly Van Sinh (born in 1952, Dzao ethnic group), who has spent his whole life working with the terraced fields in Khuoi My, said: “Our ancestors left these fields as treasures. Every year when the water season comes, the whole village bustles down to the fields, some leading buffaloes, others carrying hoes like a festival of heaven and earth. Many tourists come here, they say this place is as beautiful as a painting. As for us, it is our flesh and blood, our life, our pride.”
Not noisy, not ostentatious, Khuoi My has a quiet charm. Visitors coming here during the flood season not only admire the spectacular scenery but also slow down, listen to the sound of water flowing from bamboo troughs, the sound of roosters crowing from the distant mountainside, the clear laughter of highland children playing by the stream.
In the group of international tourists who recently visited Khuoi My, Ms. Claire Lambert (from Lyon, France) said: “I have been to many places in Asia, but have never seen such beautiful winding rice fields. The land, water, sky and people blend perfectly. Every photo I took here is like a painting. I hope this place will be preserved intact and become a must-see destination for any tourist”. Every season of flooding passes, a new rice season is formed. Each sprout grows from the warm alluvial layer, each drop of sweat soaks into the ground, and the next crop will bloom heavily, bringing enough food to many families. But more than rice, it is the spiritual values - from labor, attachment to nature to community life, that create the cultural depth of Khuoi My terraced fields in particular and Hoang Su Phi in general. The water pouring season in Khuoi My not only fills the fields but also "fills" people's hearts with beauty, with humanity and with rustic things that seem to have receded in the modern pace of life. In the middle of passionate July, try to come back there once to see the earth and sky meet on the water surface of the terraced fields, to touch the "soul of the plateau", where the rustic beauty and humanity are still intact as in the beginning.
Ha Giang is known for stunning natural scenery and vibrant culture. Ha Giang loop tours winds through dramatic limestone mountains, lush valleys, and remote ethnic minority villages, offering breathtaking views and immersive cultural experiences.
Amidst the immense mountains of Ha Giang, each flood season is like a new love song being sung, shimmering and magical. In that enchanting general picture, Khuoi My - a highland village of Ha Giang, quietly shines, bearing the pure beauty of the harmony of heaven and earth, of the hands of the Dzao people persistently writing the golden seasons on the mountain slopes.
Khuoi My enters the flooding season around the end of June and the beginning of July every year, when the first rains of the season pour down relentlessly on the highlands. Each terraced field, dry after a long winter, begins to "awaken", welcoming the water from the source, shimmering on the field surface, sparkling like a mirror in the afternoon sun.
The water surface reflects the clouds and sky, and also reflects the diligent figures of the Dao people bending over to lead water, build banks, and clear the fields. The scenery is both poetic and imbued with the soul of the countryside - a rustic yet profound soul that makes anyone who sees it just once feel attached to it forever.
The terraced fields in the flood season are a season of shifting colors. The highest point is the dark brown of newly turned soil, the middle of the field is the shimmering silver of water, and the low places have a touch of fresh green. The whole space is like a giant brocade, woven from the hands and aspirations of the highland farmers. Under the gentle sunlight, everything seems to blur, melting into each other in a melody of thriving life.
The Dao people in Khuoi My have long preserved and developed the traditional terraced field cultivation technique, not only as a production method but also as a way of life, a part of their cultural identity. They skillfully lead water from streams, evenly distributing it to each field using a system of wooden and bamboo gutters. Each field is neatly bordered, square and sharp, stacked on top of each other like steps leading to the blue sky.
Mr. Ly Van Sinh (born in 1952, Dzao ethnic group), who has spent his whole life working with the terraced fields in Khuoi My, said: “Our ancestors left these fields as treasures. Every year when the water season comes, the whole village bustles down to the fields, some leading buffaloes, others carrying hoes like a festival of heaven and earth. Many tourists come here, they say this place is as beautiful as a painting. As for us, it is our flesh and blood, our life, our pride.”
Not noisy, not ostentatious, Khuoi My has a quiet charm. Visitors coming here during the flood season not only admire the spectacular scenery but also slow down, listen to the sound of water flowing from bamboo troughs, the sound of roosters crowing from the distant mountainside, the clear laughter of highland children playing by the stream.
In the group of international tourists who recently visited Khuoi My, Ms. Claire Lambert (from Lyon, France) said: “I have been to many places in Asia, but have never seen such beautiful winding rice fields. The land, water, sky and people blend perfectly. Every photo I took here is like a painting. I hope this place will be preserved intact and become a must-see destination for any tourist”. Every season of flooding passes, a new rice season is formed. Each sprout grows from the warm alluvial layer, each drop of sweat soaks into the ground, and the next crop will bloom heavily, bringing enough food to many families. But more than rice, it is the spiritual values - from labor, attachment to nature to community life, that create the cultural depth of Khuoi My terraced fields in particular and Hoang Su Phi in general. The water pouring season in Khuoi My not only fills the fields but also "fills" people's hearts with beauty, with humanity and with rustic things that seem to have receded in the modern pace of life. In the middle of passionate July, try to come back there once to see the earth and sky meet on the water surface of the terraced fields, to touch the "soul of the plateau", where the rustic beauty and humanity are still intact as in the beginning.
Ha Giang is known for stunning natural scenery and vibrant culture. Ha Giang loop tours winds through dramatic limestone mountains, lush valleys, and remote ethnic minority villages, offering breathtaking views and immersive cultural experiences.
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