Ban Truyền Thông

  The fireball was hidden behind the mountains, but its last light rays were still wanting to hold back forever saying goodbye to the sky. In the distance, the skyline remained a little pale color as the traces of a hard day. And overhead, the wind that carried the cold air of the days in

  The spring wind gently glides and caresses a girl’s black hair. The little girl is walking with her father in the park under the fresh early sunshine of a pure spring morning. Her unsteady gait is extremely confident, looks so cute and funny. Her pretty mouth is smiling and babbles the early voices. Her