Hoang Diep stray – the season of falling crocodile leaves

When the spring welcomes summer, the crocodile leaves fall on the sidewalk. And next, will be the tiny white crocodile falling full of the stumps. Not fall, not winter, but spring and summer.
People are racing to take pictures again. Drive across the street, see a lot of joy. When the weather is still cool, the shirt is fluttering, fluttering in the warm wind, then enjoy a full spring season to end the upcoming season, Europe is also an interesting feature of the period.

The annual crocodile leaves fell twice, the yellow carpet on the pavement stepped through. When the peak comes down, the heat is like roasting, the green alligator is already there, the crocodile is ripe, in the middle of a summer noon is quiet by the pan of fire, the summer surface is yellow with a carpet of crocodile, the beauty has splendor. in the harshness of the wild. The ancient crocodile row on Phan Dinh Phung street is so beautiful in the heart of the carpet of yellow leaves falling in the middle of the two ancient rows. On the full spring days, the rain seemed to suddenly bring a few white stalks to fall, full of flowers and baskets of lilies, as an extra point for April enchanting days in the calming crocodile fragrance of barbarian weather. Hanoi many crocodiles. But the most beautiful is Phan Dinh Phung street. On Tran Phu street, crocodile leaves also fall a lot, but the street scene is not so quiet, there are no historical traces such as the architecture of Cua Bac church, like moss-covered walls with a glimpse of sensory feelings. The old French architecture, nor even the unique and spacious pavement with two large rows of trees. April. The blooming lilies season. Girl with flowers. The lady is elegant. The street is clear with rain, summer on the terrace is dripping from the sky, plus the fresh and beautiful vitality from the sunny smile of the woman’s hand, the woman’s moon, the trumpet fluttering. the side of the wind gently rocked the embrace of the chest, like the lakes of ancient sutras. Bac Mon Gate marks Nguyen Tri Phuong and Hoang Dieu of the nation’s history against foreign invaders. The cannon streak even destroyed the wall into the old one. Still standing as reminiscent of these beautiful moments on the street, there is a spiritual spirit of the national hero who has fallen. Traces of quiet history beside the fresh school of thousands of years. People walking on the street, sometimes looking at the golden carpet as the moment of the fairyland, as if from the ancient civilization that already existed these beauties, a moment of re-enactment as a human dream that is inherent and hidden. Deep in consciousness, suddenly bursting … People walking on the street …