Purple phoenix with sad eyes on the plateau

The purple phoenix in me now is no longer every tree stump with every memory with you shyly from Da Lat in the distant past, but now it is the enchanting purple-blue flower dome, like falling in love on the slopes around. endlessly up and down the land of thousands of flowers.
Like a gorgeous sunset in the mountains, you dream highland.

Like a ghostly illusion, the afternoon dew covered every street of the land of thousands of flowers. Like a sweet and gentle girl, Da Lat in the love poems of purple colors love and miss. The month of March in him is the promise of purple phoenix with the whole river of memories turning into a waterfall of nostalgia rushing out. Purple phoenix Dalat. I don’t know if it’s because I have counted every drop of night during Autumn, waited patiently for the whole winter of the old year, eagerly looked forward to every hour of the new Spring, but purple phoenix seems to come early, the new spring is half a season, Da Lat has shimmering purple flowers dyeing the whole space in the crystal clear sunshine. The purple phoenix in me now is no longer every tree stump with every memory with you shyly from Da Lat in the distant past, but now it is the enchanting purple-blue flower dome, like falling in love on the slopes around. endlessly up and down the land of thousands of flowers. You are like the purple breeze from the top of Lang Biang, gently perched in the mountain town in the morning, with a soft silk shirt covered in romantic colors, a charming smile with a coin on your cheek, and a bright purple color in your eyes. The arch of the sky is deposited under the curved eyelids, the sweet voice of the nectar of the March highland, I hold your hand, not to go to look, but to blend in with the purple phoenix in the dream of poetry and music. From Tran Phu, Le Dai Hanh, Le Hong Phong, then around Xuan Huong lake, along both sides of Nguyen Thi Minh Khai street to Da Lat Market, the way to Thuy Ta restaurant or in front of Nguyen Du school on Bui Thi Xuan street, Stone slope of Phu Dong Thien Vuong street or beyond is the road to the Valley of Love, winding along the banks of Tuyen Lam lake leading to Truc Lam Zen Monastery, then passing the Clay Tunnel… Like a floating wave of flowers, purple and purple are sad, but why do you feel excited with each beat of love to infatuation. Flowers clustered together in clusters look very attractive with a purple-blue color like dew like clouds in the mountain town of thousands of flowers, like the color of cliffs, waterfalls in four seasons releasing thousands of beautiful melodies of water. Falling flowers filled the path leading to each small house lying shyly under the quiet old pine canopy, adding to the beauty of the hundred-year-old mossy features on the dark brown tile roofs covered with dust from the time of Da Lat city. Plateau, for someone’s feet in clinging to every moment of sluggishness. Da Lat this season is full of flowers that blend like a symphony of many emotions. The bright pink cherry apricot lights up the chilly sunset. The beautiful emerald green hydrangea gardens in the warm noonday sun. The rows of beautiful Thuoc Duoc rows of fine velvet wings bloom in the morning dew sparkles. Then the yellow color of wild chrysanthemums left over from the old year’s season is sometimes nostalgic for the old people, and thousands of purple flowers of thousands of flowers from aristocratic regal to simple simplicity always pamper the audience. But it seems that only Purple Phoenix, with its delicate petals, is the Queen of the mountain town with its fluttering purple color, making anyone’s breathing error when touched. Like a mysterious seducing magic power of the season, to have and want to use endlessly, to have far away still lingers foolishly, to hold your hand and get lost in the purple streets in a wish for time to stop. linger… Yes, strangely, the purple phoenix color is like a lonely afternoon dew drop on the surface of Than Tho Lake, as cool as the sunset over Cam Ly waterfall, as sad as a love that has fallen into nostalgia at Thong Hai Hill. Grave, but why go with you Purple Phuong Da Lat, despite the sadness in the eyes of the plateau, I still feel the bright crystal smile in the morning sunshine of Xuan Huong Lake, still feel the tenderness and loyalty. in each eye mixed with immense purple color against the blue sky of the mountain town. Listening to the people of Da Lat say, Purple phoenix from a distant South American country with the difficult name “West” Jacaranda Acutifolia chose this place as a “station” nearly 60 years ago, and since there was only one flower tree. With so much hardship and suffering to adapt, to survive, now there are thousands of trees, choose this plateau of thousands of flowers as a peaceful place, waiting for the season to show off the mysterious blue purple color to love to remember. tourists from all over the world. The kiss goodbye to purple Phuong and goodbye to the city of Da Lat with thousands of flowers made him flutter like a profound regret all the way back to Saigon. He will then reflect on the purple color again, question the memories again, add to the river of memories, count the past seasons again, wait for the day to end, count each moment until the next purple phoenix. To be immersed in the royal dream and sad eyes of the plateau.