The most exciting game is the game to pick up anchovies and slit back to the water, just a female with eggs can pass through, the flock of floods will cross her tail. Very well, then they were not afraid of him and defied everything … Still the same … Seasonal rains. In the countryside, before Coc Vu period, every home had a few 3-pin lamps. Torch, hurricane lamp … well-off, we bought a Dong Nai battery … just for food, many families with many children (like ours) were scattered into fields, ponds, rivers … catch crabs, fish and frogs … and sell them to the market. Bright white rain. The bank of the plot is flooded, using stomping or circus (like the te sao of the people of the sea) to poke, rake on the grass patches to cover the water, crabs a lot. Once, my teacher came back from the field, full of baskets, full of two buckets of water full of crabs. He also put in both trousers long pants, also full of crabs. Later, I learned that the crabs and fishes that night … brought them to the market, enough money to pay tuition fees for a few months for our siblings … Catching frogs in the rainy night also likes. We are afraid of lightning. But the cave and the shelter hole was flooded with rain. Frogs and ransom to sit on a high bank, cover their eyes with their front legs to avoid the rain, when being lit with a flashlight (they must think it is blinking), they cover their eyes and cover their heads more tightly. He just … tipto! Home is still raining … Thanks to the civilization of the village of culture, for a long time, killing rats, killing yellow snails, insecticides … has little impact on the life of crabs, fish, and frogs … they seem to have revived as before .. . It’s raining. Going out to the village, I felt bewildered, there are still things from my childhood. Conceptualist!

I often have a habit of walking around the city after work, doing nothing, just going down and down the street and feeling relieved, happy, gentle in the flow of life in hustle.

Although the epidemic came from the beginning of the year in a way that we did not expect, life is still flowing without stopping. Everyone still has to work and live in a new normal environment. The street is still crowded, people and cars are still running busy on the road, woven together like a spider web. Why are so many people everywhere, this small city seems to get more crowded every year. The mechanical increase in population and personal means of transport makes the streets seem narrower, more cramped, and more stuffy.

Like the street I live in, in the past it was beautiful and peaceful. In the summer, the sun is full of fire, just walking into the street is as cool as being in the air conditioner. Green trees shaded the two sides of the street, the houses were nestled, quiet in the summer noon. Open the window in the morning, hear the birds singing. Flocks of sparrows swooped together on the street, joking and joking.

However, only for a short time, the street no longer recognized me. The shops on both sides of the road rose up close. Sidewalks, roadbeds are flooded with vehicles. The street is noisy, crowded, tired like a human heart. Europe is just a living thing, but why can I not help but feel sad, empty …

A few days ago I had the opportunity to drop by the old place in the city. At that time we were young students who just graduated from Bac Ninh to work. Each person is in different places but loves and sticks with the land of thousand years of civilization in Beijing. Rent a boarding house in Y Na but feel like living in a peaceful village. At night, lying and sleeping can still hear frogs, humming behind canals, land banks … Remember sad city nights, electric lights are not available. The train line is blocking the road. Y Na also does not have a bridge underneath, so she still has to wait for the car on the side of the road every time a train passes. Still remember forever the loud, noisy sounds of the passing train, leaving small spots of light falling into silence. Lately, roadside houses are still very sparse. Small, muddy road every time the rain comes. Small streets, small alley, peaceful life drifting like pink clouds.

Now, however, the City has changed dramatically. Buildings and roads kept coming up close. Newly expanded residential areas. Many land projects have been implemented, creating new, bustling neighborhoods. The rice fields gradually disappeared. The village retreated deeply into the past. That little peaceful place that day is now bustling with restaurants, no one recognizes it anymore. Passing across the lake near the new urban area, I suddenly met a confetti frame of someone’s house let loose on the porch, and regretted something so beautiful …

But no matter what, I still love this young and dynamic city, which has been attached to me with a passionate melody, with nostalgia through the blooming seasons, with a warm bond of human love and kind. The dynamic development of a young city, arrogant high-rise buildings, architectural works with both national identity and aesthetic and modern elements, parks, greenery, lakes The water is well planned, suitable, like giant green lungs that make the city greener, cleaner and more beautiful … The city is changing every day, but the hearts of people are still the same, peaceful and warm. . I just hope that the new one will not lose the simple, good-natured content, just hope like that …