Wat Plai Laem, Koh Samui, Surat Thani, Thailand: Located on the tourist island of Koh Samui in Thailand, Wat Plai Laem is a temple dedicated to the Goddess of Mercy. The famous image of the temple is the 20 m high white statue of Guan Yin, with 18 arms, located in the center of the temple courtyard. Unlike many other Buddhist places of worship, Wat Plai Laem is a modern temple. However, the techniques used to build the temple date back many centuries and are based on ancient beliefs. Image: Alexander Todorovic. Leshan Great Buddha, Sichuan, China: Carved out of a cliff face in southern Sichuan province, Leshan Great Buddha is a 71-meter-tall statue. Built between 713 and 803, the giant Maitreya statue became a popular tourist attraction. Image: RPBaiao. Ushiku Daibutsu, Ibaraki, Japan: The tallest statue in the world from 1993 to 2002, Ushiku Daibutsu has a total height of 120 m, including the base and the lotus. The building has an observation deck and the other three floors act as a museum. The bronze statue of Ushiku Daibutsu was built to commemorate the birthday of the monk Shinran, who founded Jōdo Shinshū, the branch of Buddhism that flourished in Japan. Image: Eedology. Man Meets the Sea, Esbjerg, Denmark: Visitors to Esbjerg by sea will be greeted by four monumental 8.2-meter-tall statues made of white concrete called Man Meets the Sea. The work was published in 1995, the 100th anniversary of Esbjerg as an independent municipality. Image: Frank Bach. Guanyin of Nanshan, Sanya, Hainan Island, China: The world’s tallest statue of Guanyin 108 m has 3 sides, one facing the mainland and the other 2 facing the East Sea. The statue took 6 years to build and was decorated in 2005, with the participation of 108 monks and pilgrims. Image: Pisit Rapitpunt. Statue of Liberty, New York, USA: A symbol of New York City, the Statue of Liberty has welcomed visitors since 1886. The work is a gift from France to the American people. Although the statue is only 47 m high, the work has a pedestal that is more than 90 m high. Therefore, the Statue of Liberty is also in the top of the tallest statues in the world. Image: R Scapinello. Adiyogi Shiva, Booluvampatti, India: The 34-meter-tall statue of the Hindu god Shiva has been recognized by the Guinness World Records as the world’s largest bust sculpture. Located in the Indian state of Tamil Nadu, the work aims to inspire and promote yoga. The statue’s name Adiyogi means first yogi, because Shiva is known to be the originator of yoga. Image: Creativecouplestudio. Statue of Christ the Redeemer, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: As one of the most famous statues in the world, the Christ the Redeemer statue welcomes around 2 million visitors each year. Perched atop Corcovado mountain in Rio de Janeiro, the reinforced concrete statue is 30 meters tall with outstretched arms 28 meters long. Called Cristo Redentor in Portuguese, the statue was completed in 1931 and is the largest Art Deco sculpture in the world. Image: CVC Viagens. Ocean Atlas, Nassau, Bahamas: Located off the coast of Nassau in the Bahamas, the Ocean Atlas is the largest underwater sculpture in the world. The statue’s creator is artist, diver and naturalist Jason deCaires Taylor. The statue has a height of about 5.49 m, weighs 60 tons, is made of special pH neutral cement, which allows coral reefs to grow on the surface. Image: Retired And Traveling. Decebalus stone sculpture, Orsova, Romania: Decebalus is located in the Danube region on the border between Romania and Serbia. This portrait of the last Dacian king is the largest stone sculpture in Europe. 55 m high and 25 m wide, the work is larger than the Statues of Liberty (New York, USA) and Christ the Redeemer (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil). Image: Calin Stan.

With such an enviable tone and such unabashed praise, what kind of charm does this once majestic city have? He publishes the picture, Luo publishes the book. An ancient city, an epic. A Luoyang city, half of Chinese history. The charm of this is too much to be exhausted. But the warm and elegant atmosphere of spiritual life, the first thing that came to my mind was the picture of literati and ink guest chanting poetry and drinking in the peony garden. If you go to Luoyang in spring, if you don’t take a look at Peony, you will lose a taste of the ancient capital. “Luoyang is the most suitable flower, and the peony is especially wonderful in the world.” Its cultivation began in the Sui Dynasty, flourished in the Tang Dynasty, and was in the world in the Song Dynasty. The wealthy peony in the Wangcheng Park impressed me deeply. Although the flowering period of Luoyang peony has passed, the stunning and floral fragrance still lingers in the memory. How beautiful is peony? The sentence “Only the true national color of peony, the capital will move when the flowers bloom” has been passed down through the ages, and the sentence “The flowers bloom and fall on the 20th, the people in a city are crazy” are still unforgettable. Luoyang is an ancient city. It has a history of at least 3,000 years from the Western Zhou Dynasty and Chengzhou City. It is one of the most important historical ancient capitals in the Chinese civilization. Its peony cultivation originated in Heluo and has a history of more than 1600 years. Luoyang, as one of the peony cultivation centers, had systematic flower planting skills as early as the Tang and Song Dynasties, forming the custom of viewing flowers and poems, paintings and calligraphy, legends, costumes, etc. related to peony, which derived Luoyang peony culture and flower viewing. The wind prevailed for a while. Today, the annual Luoyang Peony Fair is still a crowd of flowers, competing to see the beauty of the peony. When I walked into the Luoyang Wangcheng Park today, the history goes back a thousand years, and I seem to be walking in the ancient city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. But today, I don’t want to be immersed in the river of history, because I am in the peony garden. Wangcheng Park is named after being built on the site of the ancient city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. It is the first relic park in China and one of the main venues of the previous peony fairs in Luoyang, covering an area of ​​1,080 acres. When I traveled to Luoyang in late April this year, although some Luoyang netizens said that “the flowers in the urban area are basically defeated”, it seems that “the flower time is difficult to stay for a long time. “Nothing to buy” with emotion. But with the thick soil of five thousand years and the fragrance of flowers in thirteen dynasties, I was fortunate enough to have seen the Luoyang peony, which is known as the “best in the world”. National color peony, ten thousand flowers in one crystal. There are more than 840 peony varieties and more than 100,000 trees in Wangcheng Park. It is divided into three flower viewing areas (Luoyang Peony Garden, Purple Spot Peony Garden, and Fine Peony Garden). Black, pink, red, purple, white, blue, green, and multi-color peonies compete with each other, attracting countless tourists. Although I have never seen black, blue, and multi-color peonies, the colors of pink, green, purple, and white are still awe-inspiring. The shutter of the camera cannot be stopped when I press it. It was the first time to appreciate peony in Luoyang, and the feeling of being in the ancient capital deepened my feelings for peony. When the tourists beside them couldn’t help but exclaimed, the peonies in the green leaves were still so graceful, luxurious, rich and dignified, and they were not bothered by the hustle and bustle at all. It is said that in the Tang Dynasty, peony flowers bloomed, and the whole city rushed out to admire it. The literati and inexperiencers also like to chant peony, and do not hesitate to praise it with beautiful words. Among them, Liu Yuxi’s “Appreciation of Peony” is the most well-known. Thousand-year imperial capital, Peony Flower City. Today Luoyang is not only a thousand-year-old ancient capital standing majestically between Mount Mang and Yique, but also an ordinary and tranquil city. The prosperous chapters of the Han, Wei, Tang and Song Dynasties still have traces to follow. In the past, the poems were the chants of poets. Among the crowds, low eyebrows looked for their feet, raised their foreheads to look at the sky, and looked back at the long river. As the saying goes: “Mountains and rivers encircle Kyushu. The deep valleys are a few mausoleums. For thousands of years, the city of Luoyang will flourish.” There is also a zoo in the Wangcheng Park. It is the zoo with the most South China tigers in China and the number one in the world. It is the largest comprehensive park in Henan Province.

Utah is relatively rich, the crops in the watershed are very lush, there are gold, copper, lead and uranium mines, and it is a place to welcome tourists almost all year round. However, the scenery on both sides of the road from California running through Nevada to Utah was so dry that if anyone took a picture and bragged that it was the way to Mars, someone would also believe it. Photo: Lifeidealism Weeds are scattered, the ground is scorched dark brown, nature is vast and empty, looking far away only looks lonely. There is a section where the path turns to another direction, and you can see the road sign to the Ghost City, where in the past people looking for gold built up and then left after running out of gold. Both sides of the road into Utah are mountainous. Road to Springdale Village. For 60 million years, nature has been meticulously carving and pruning to create a unique shape for this land. Sometimes there is an area equal to a few dozen roofs of pure wholesale houses, like everyone knows each other. Then again, the mountains faltered, there were high and pointed peaks, and there were flat tables like the sky, as if the sky had pushed the river bottom up to the ground. Many roads are nestled between two mountains close together, so close that looking up feels suffocating, like a rocky mountain wanting to grab people. Like that, finally, the Zion National Park, located in southwestern Utah, welcomes visitors with the gentle little village of Springdale (which was once covered by the magazine). Forbes Traveler Dot is one of the 20 most beautiful cities in the United States). The village is so peaceful that the sound of cars is also smooth. The people are gentle and sweet. Under the clear sun and autumn chill, the village’s only road lies indifferently resting until summer is busy. Road in the middle of the mountain. Zion National Park has no green grass stretching many hundreds of meters, nor does it have elaborately manicured or artificial flowers. Here everything is real, the trees and leaves are freely showing off their colors, the mountains and rivers are majestic, the feelings of a race that has been almost extinct. To visit the park, visitors can walk, cycle, drive, or take the free bus every ten minutes. The driver was very polite, every time he walked up, he smiled and asked: “How are you today?”. You must be healthy to go climbing, so all passengers happily said they were well and asked: “What about you?”. “If you don’t climb, you also have to have decent legs so that every time the bus stops at any station you like, you can go down to take pictures, take a walk …”. Sinawava temple looks like Angkor temple. The park has eight bus stations in all. The first station before winding up the mountain is a museum containing 1,600 archaeological artifacts, recounting the life and journey of the first people who lived here. There is a movie theater in the whole park from rivers and streams, the scenery is magnificent and magnificent with many caves but only extremely supple legs with more than ten kilograms of luggage on their back, diving all day long. can admire. Visitors only see them in the souvenir shop through magnified art pictures with the same price. There are places where the mountains are trimmed like a winding silk, there are places where the mountains are like small towers lying on top of each other, or caves where the pebbles are smooth with time and the water is as clear as jade. The last station is Sinawava Shrine located at the narrowest entrance of the park. This place has a memorable scene with standing rocks close together and pure white clouds floating on the clear blue sky. Wordless stories at the park Every year Zion welcomes more than two million visitors and the government here spends about $2.5 billion on renovations. However, the ticket price to the park is very favorable: 25 USD for a car for a week, in and out as many times as you can. If you only enter a few times, you cannot walk through the vast 593km2. Bus stop. We also only have enough time to travel around a red mountain range. The two sides of the mountain road rise up to look at the people around below, the green trees stand out against the red background. Sometimes, on one side of the mountain, there are abundant rivers and streams, the sad voice tells the history of tens of millions of years of existence. Although the fauna in Zion is very rich, visitors often only encounter squirrels, rabbits or a few deer leisurely grazing. You can only see it when you see it, but it’s not convenient for anyone to eat anything, the park management will be forced to kill it immediately to avoid disaster. The consequences of this can be fear of animals being infected with city germs that the natural environment does not know how to cure, or it can create a habit of craving for urban food, and then in order to eat again, they have to run away from the cage. Go find a place where there are people, and there are people who are dangerous… A quiet autumn afternoon filled with gloom, tourists no one speaks loudly, no one runs or jumps, standing in the territory of a strange ethnic group but feeling sorry for them, with all their quiet remembrance of their glorious times. . Bus. More than 900 kinds of plants are rampant, even on the craggy cliffs there are passionate red flowers. Autumn on both sides of the region is bright yellow, in the clear sunlight, the leaves stand out on the black asphalt. Asphalt, vehicles, cameras, mobile phones… the manifestations of technological civilization entering the vast and overwhelming nature. On the mountainside, sometimes there are a few hollow holes in the sky ready for children to take shelter on rainy days, it is touching to think of how many steps have stopped there, the souls are still entangled here and there. In the park area, apart from a few blocks of houses at each bus stop, sometimes a few lonely rooftops rise among the grass and rocks. Any, from the flat, round or angular rock lying next to each other on the layer of yellow leaves that cover the ground, visitors also find the charm of the Indian soul. Is there a feeling of sadness when the last rays of the day are still on the top of the mountain and the cold begins to pour down the road surface… Shoe tree. Leaving this attractive area during the day, we encountered a bare tree trunk with a lot of shoes hanging on it, I don’t know if it was because of tourists playing or the feet of the ancients visiting the country? But the Indian soul was only faint. They live in reserved sanctuaries. Many American Indians with very different cultures between them have created poverty, low levels of education and living on the margins of society, although it is said that the US government is very preferential to the descendants of these ethnic groups. , they are subsidized for life, do not pay taxes, own many casinos … Maybe that’s why not many people think about the past. But a people whose land has been ceded or occupied, where all activities are disrupted or controlled, is no longer a nation! Museum. Suddenly remember in the cowboy movie, the pioneers who conquered the West, if they saw the mountain peak exposed in the sky, an Indian man strutting on horseback was enough to run away. Movie enthusiasts told themselves they had to pay the park management for visitors to relive that creepy feeling! The afternoon is low and the cold air from the mountain has been released, visitors come down to the mountain with sadness before the natural landscape with deep red skin color.

Illustration (Source: Internet). There was a commotion of flutes around the herd of buffalo lying in the green grass valley. The sound of puffy breathing of an old buffalo with a broken nose lying on its snout on the edge of the earth speckled with footprints. The sound of chewing slowly and deliberately tasted the new grass-flavored water. The sound of the wind through the bamboo arch pulls each dry, brittle leaf. In the distance, as far as the eye could see, the red brick kilns wailed with thin smoke. Early in the summer, the Lo River is still the same as it was a few decades ago. City people feel like they are a few decades younger, a few dozen years old are anxious and indifferent to the earth, sky, and plants. Rows of rice plants on the riverbank are in full bloom. The crooked branches are like strong carvings against the light cloudy sky. The flock of flutes on the buffalo’s back heard the sound from afar, and they fluttered their wings and took off into the red flower arches. The white spots on the black bird’s wings fluttered like paper torn to the sky. Shivering. It sounds like a singing flower. Words earnestly call back childhood. Hanoians for many years have almost forgotten about the giant rice flower trees located on the grounds of Uncle Co’s house by the river. Strolling on the blue dyke, the May grass in March looks at the brilliant rice flowers rising up from the most luxurious shimmering octagonal building in the period. Warm brown tiled walls and roof edges of seals. La Cha dropped each red rice arduously. The flocks of black starlings, starlings and starlings from the north bank of the Red River pull together to make noise all day long. In March, the clusters of rice flowers are still persistently glowing red around the building. The sound of the starling is absent. It’s as if there’s a whole new raging river out there. Vehicles roared with smoke on the one-way dike road going like a flood. The river of people flows. Not a glance. Can’t stop. Hanoians just indifferently passed by the fluttering memories of the past, now faded in the shadow of the strange and colorful buildings along the river. There is no longer a grassy path on the dike surface to relax on foot. The grassy embankment like a green thread stretching across the city has disappeared, making way for the doodles of a mosaic of ceramic pieces. Not serious and heroic, urging like a poster of any day. It’s not enough to laugh like the Graffiti pictures of children stealing paint in the middle of the night with paint cans. Hanoians follow the call from their childhood in their hearts. Upstream of Lo River, Red River. In March, we see alluvial beaches and green corn banks. Sunny skies. Wild rice stalks let down their flowers to boil and light the riverbank’s fire. And the chirping of starlings called the flock from the other side. There are also rice flowers. Hanoians still have to wait a few hundred more years, the rice tree in front of Ngoc Son Temple on Hoan Kiem Lake will be big enough as in memory. Absence of the bright red flowers in March on the side of Tower Pen, Dai Nghien is an irreparable loss. There will also never be any hope of seeing a majestic big tree at the corner of Van Mieu garden where Nguyen Thai Hoc street intersects with Ton Duc Thang. Under that giant rice is the Hai Co shrine all year round. Called a temple, but there is no architectural work at all. It is the rice plant. And it also seems that there is no specific “Miss” name to be worshiped. God of banyan tree, ghost of rice tree, nowhere to be. The corner of the street was paved with flat bricks after the rice tree died. People have left Hai Co Temple under the rice to go somewhere else. Only a faint bewildered pink color of childhood is left…

(Photo: Internet) (Photo: Internet) Iceland belongs to the Arctic Circle, made up of volcanoes belonging to an active submarine volcanic ridge. Besides glaciers, icebergs, Iceland also has many volcanoes, hot springs and huge geothermal resources due to its location on the Atlantic volcanic belt. According to Reference, it is because there are glaciers and volcanoes together that Iceland is called the land of fire and ice. (Photo: Internet) (Photo: Internet) The center of the island is an extremely cold highland area, almost uninhabited. More than three hundred thousand Icelanders live mainly on the coast, of which nearly half are concentrated in the capital Reykjavík. The capital is more than a thousand years old and Reykjavík means Smoky Bay. (Photo: Internet) As the name suggests, this city is a bit dreamy, a bit ancient and most of the architecture is simple and small. Icelanders do not need massive buildings because the magnificent nature here is enough to make anyone overwhelmed. In addition to ice and snow specialties, there are also countless beautiful waterfalls. If you come here in the summer, the best way to explore this beautiful land is to rent a self-drive car along the Ring Road. This route has a total length of 1,322km, surrounding the island and connecting most of the main city, so of course it runs through most of the main attractions, freely roaming around. In the evening, visitors can rent a hotel or bring a tent ready for camping. (Photo: Internet) Along this road, there are many fully equipped campsites, with a kitchen for you to cook for yourself, a full bathroom and toilet. Therefore, the most economical way is to bring tents and buy ready-made food at supermarkets. Although it is summer, the temperature is still quite low, so you still need to bring some warm clothes. The weather is also quite erratic, it can rain when it’s sunny, then it’s sunny again, so you can enjoy the rainbow. There are times when sitting by the waterfall, if you are lucky, you can see a double rainbow. (Photo: Internet) (Photo: Internet) Ring Road is considered very beautiful, so even sitting in the car, you can enjoy the scenery without getting bored, turn on the music and chill. Once you come here and experience driving along the roads in Iceland, it will be an unforgettable memory of your youth.

Chestnut trees are often planted in the corner of the yard or garden. Chestnut is a humble tree, accustomed to living a simple life. Many say they often grow on wild hills. But perhaps, ordinary people often encounter them in the familiar living space of an idyllic, rustic countryside with village and neighborly love, with simple and kind people. Looking at the slender tree’s shadow nestled in the wind, I often wonder: If it weren’t for the fragile, slightly curled long-petaled flowers, would anyone notice the existence of that tree in the world? The flowers are like beautiful little lanterns emitting a sweet fragrance, when they are new, they are green, when they have saved enough wind and dew, they will turn into sunny colors, which is a charming and delicate touch that nature created. dedicated to this plant. Chestnut flowers have long, thin, drooping petals, green when new, then turn pale yellow Because they are used to a simple life, even though they are planted in the yard, outside the gate or sometimes forgotten, lying dormant in a corner of the garden, chestnut flowers still radiate fragrance and bloom. Then, every time the wind accidentally passed by, carrying that cool, gentle scent, each person’s soul would give rise to feelings, feelings of restlessness, anxiety, reminiscent of the peaceful and full of peace. memories, nostalgia. From a distance, chestnut flowers look like pretty little lanterns hanging from the tree Many generations of students have passed the innocent and pure age with the poem “Bundle of chestnuts” by poet Xuan Hoai: “Where is the tree bank crowded with leaves / Where is the bunch of chestnuts hanging? / The wind brings strange scents / Always fragrant, stirring!”. Not only the scent, the “bundle of chestnut flowers” is reminiscent, but also filled with images and childhood memories: “Boyfriend picks up branches/Girlfriend picks up his hands/Boyfriend’s pocket is full/Girlfriend’s hat is behind/This bunch of yellow flowers/Inviting each other for her/Class hasn’t arrived yet/Scented the teacher’s desk “. Unknowingly smiling, the scent of chestnut flowers still follows the wind and fills my mind. Missing the days spent with friends playing under the shady old oak tree. An elementary school with a few rows of horizontal houses, the school yard is still the ground. The mischievous students gathered in groups of five and three, playing all kinds of games on that yard. This is playing umbrella, playing u, skipping rope, throwing cans, playing marbles… Everyone is enthusiastic and passionate as if they never get bored, the sweat pouring out on their faces also innocently raises their sleeves to swipe and swipe. and then engrossed in the game, shouting loudly. Remember the resounding reading lessons, math exercises that have to “mobilize” all 10 toes, fingers still find it difficult… Missing teachers, caring teachers, dedicated to teaching… Remember the feeling of craving ice cream cones sold in front of the school gate after school. The ice cream stick costs only 200 VND but yearns for a whole childhood… Many years have passed, those innocence and purity follow the hustle and bustle of life, but the memories and nostalgia still follow the attached scent of rag flowers, deposited in the mind forever. leave. That place is a peaceful landing place so that when we are tired and exhausted, we seek refuge, a “spiritual medicine” to ease the pain, heal the wounded soul. Now, every time I look out at the yard in front of the house, where the jasmine tree silently emits a sweet and fragrant fragrance, every flower season, I often remember that sweet and clear memory. This year’s grandmother is over 90 years old, often whispering to her granddaughter-in-law “help her pick some bunches of chestnuts, she puts them at the bedside for fragrance”. My father-in-law often keeps the habit of picking a few bunches of ragweed flowers on the full moon day and putting them on a small plate on the altar to burn incense for the ancestors. And my little daughter, even though she’s only just turned three, loves to smell chestnuts. I am glad that. However, it is still attractive with industrial, synthetic scents emanating from cakes, candies and countless other things. But after all, the memories and nostalgia of a wild flower with a sweet and fragrant scent will be a peaceful destination that follows us for the rest of our lives.