If somebody asks me that which is in Vietnam that attracts me most, I'll take them to come to our fields, our green fields.

I still remember when I moved to the countryside of Hanoi 10 years ago, around my house had many greenfields. And when the harvest season came, the smell of summer rice was as same as the most perfume I had ever smell.
Some families were very happy with their harvesting. I could see that in their eyes and pray for them for the next cultiver.
And I could see the buffaloes went lasily with the grass was full in their mouth.

Maybe Vietnamese fields are never can be as large as another country's field but it seems to have the poem inside themselve. And If you visit Vietnam, please don't forget to find a rice field and enjoy your time.