Late autumn, when the sun still lingering streaks on all roads, the fields of grain had been harvested, when the first cold winds are coming, when the color of the Tam Giac Mạch not much anymore, then Ha Giang still dreaming of wild anthemis (hoa cuc dai) flowering season.
Wild anthemis bloom brightly on every aisle, over rugged rocks, states along the corn chen, stretched welcome sunshine.
Flowers adorn the cross-mountain road winding through the forest…
The flower as Hmong girl smiles in a busy working season day. The Mong boys often picked the beautiful wild flowers for their lovers.