Bewildered by the flower stalls

Carrying flowers in the middle of Hanoi makes people suddenly wonder, for the past few decades, the shopkeeper has carried flowers and traveled through time and space until now.

Illustration I thought that the flower shop only appeared in the novels of Khai Hung – Nhat Linh a few decades ago. Or in the movie “Carrying flowers”, even though it is made of black and white material, it still looks colorful. However, the flower shop is still heavy, fluttering, quickly following in the footsteps of the street florist every season. Carrying flowers in the middle of Hanoi makes people suddenly wonder, for the past few decades, the shopkeeper has carried flowers and traveled through time and space until now. Also strange, the era of the throne of four-wheelers makes the street always congested with traffic and dust. Carrying sticky rice, carrying street vendors in the city and even in the countryside, “turned to life” into bicycles, besides the flower carriages that are both convenient for the people and bring their own beauty to Hanoi, there are still beautiful women. faithful to their grandparents’ thousands of years of traditional agricultural transportation. To be honest, I’m grateful to you guys. Every morning when forced to squeeze in the flow of people, the line of cars zigzag like a giant snake, twisting or bulging anywhere, if on the small street Bui Xuong Trach, along Nguyen Luong Bang, Kham Thien often goes to the old town, but I don’t see a couple of flowers, my heart feels lacking, a little empty. Because of something, every time I have to wait for gas, traffic jams, and even go to the landfill, I find myself falling in love with this city a little less. Illustration So, every day I look forward to “my” florists. Usually, the women come out from the small alleys, deep in the fields and gardens of Dinh Cong village, Lu village (Kim Giang) along the To Lich river. Although that river has become the horror of the city, the flowers grown here are still as fragrant as when the ancestors of the Hoang, Nguyen, and Hong families came to reside and established hamlets and villages, in the time of Than Sieu. Nguyen Van Sieu) with the honor of the golden board, when the three brothers Tran Dien, Tran Dien, and Tran Hoa taught goldsmithing and were worshiped by the people as their ancestors. Sometimes flowers are brought from the wholesale markets of Long Bien or Quang Ba. Or sometimes the flowers are still wet with wind and dew in the suburbs because early this morning she is in high spirits, she goes down to Me Linh flower village to cut them. But they all put them on the burden. In any season, it doesn’t have to be on a full moon day to be expensive. Flowers have become an indispensable daily need of Hanoians. Round one round from the beginning of the house to the end of the street is over. Buyers are familiar with the face and know the quality of flowers, so they pick them up. “Priceless flowers, priceless fish”, what to bargain for, add or subtract a few dong to do, when that time, we can talk about life and people’s stories. I love these florists because, the flowers on the burden are usually fresh, clearly visible to the eyes, not wrapped in newspaper, plastic paper only sees the root and top, sometimes bringing back branches and falling flowers every day. direction as sidewalk flowers, “bicycle” flowers. Never bought flowers, but every day we meet and become acquainted, smile and greet each other, this season compliments that the chrysanthemum is beautiful, the pink is so plump, the dahlia is so fresh to the eyes… When I take pictures, you don’t bowed, shook his head again. What is more relaxing for the soul than a sunny and record-hot afternoon like this, sitting in a small cafe in the old town, looking out at the crowds of people and cars out there and catching the image of a “carry” flower” slowly passed before my eyes. You will see that all the hardships, sorrows, and very small angers are nothing compared to the two bent poles and the sweaty back of the shirt. These flower girls do not need to be novelized like Lien in the love story “Carrying flowers” that makes many people dream and mourn. They are also aware that they are beautifying the street or not, that I cannot guess. Only know, after those flower shops, how many needs of her family’s daily life are imitated by every footstep walking around the streets. And on March 8 every year, when the whole world honors women, stylish and luxurious flower bouquets are crowned, does the florist have to shoulder another dull day? And even so, I know, the next morning, the florist will still tilt her hat, smiling brightly on the busy road.