My Son Sanctuary: Motorcycle Tour, the Distant Whisper of Ancient Monuments

In the early morning breeze of Da Nang, I started my motorcycle and headed for My Son Holy Land along the winding mountain road. Along the way, the rice fields were gleaming with morning light, and occasionally buffaloes were walking slowly, as if time had slowed down here. Arriving at My Son, the red brick towers were particularly solemn in the sun, and those thousand-year-old monuments stood quietly, as if whispering about the glory of the Champa Kingdom. Surrounded by mountains, birdsong and breeze intertwined, making people hold their breath and concentrate. Standing in front of this ancient relic, my heart was full of admiration - human ingenuity and the gentleness of nature are perfectly integrated here. #5月好去处2025