Clumsy – Spress

Leaning on the shoulder of a love that is not lost

Đỗ Trung Quân — Tue, 01 Jun 2021 05:23:08 +0000

The poem ‘Going through the years’ by Do Trung Quan is the rhythm of contemplation on the fragility of love. From contemplation opens dreams, about a love that has not been lost through the years.
The most fragile is not the silk

Not a rose bud Not the morning dew It’s not a dream that just woke up I knew the most fragile thing It’s love It’s love, baby! Love Just in the morning, the sun is shining Overcast the intense afternoon rain We were just running around looking for each other… I just hit you… … Like a storm coming It was like a wave hitting the shore, the wave went back to the sea. It’s not me – it’s not heaven Not a sunset cloud Suddenly pink… suddenly purple… I hold love like a child holds a crystal cup Slightly awkward is… that’s all… disappear. *** I pray – not now And when the hair is gray When the hair is gray When I’ve gone through the storm – storm – sea – shore Still leaning on my shoulder A love that is not lost… Comments When realizing the fragility of love, love is no longer there. Maybe, only in nostalgia, dream or regret. The more years go by, the more people feel the strange fragility of love. What’s as great as love? What is more fragile than love? Poem Going through the years Do Trung Quan’s is built on two lines of emotions and thoughts. One side is the fragility of love, more than the sky, the morning dew. One side is the desire (not now) for a love that is “not lost” when we go through the storms – storms – sea – shore. Poetry lies in the rhythm with a bit of play, melancholy and contemplative tone of someone who must have seen love disappearing through his age a couple of times. However, the most poetic part lies at the intersection of those two emotional lines. It is a shade of anxiety mixed with dream and hope.

Do you know how to dry your hair with a nicer plastic bottle than in the store to save millions of dong?

My Lương - CTV — Sun, 23 May 2021 21:37:05 +0000

No need to spend millions to the salon, nor do you need to wrap a fancy lot, you will immediately have perfect curly hair from just… a plastic bottle.
Although it has been around for a long time, curly hair is still an extremely popular hairstyle among women. They have never been out of fashion and are suitable for many ages: going to school, walking on the street, going to parties, or in big events… curly hair helps women shine.

Although it is a favorite hairstyle, to have a beautiful curly hairstyle, not everyone can do it. Because curls are difficult to keep in place, some people invest a lot of machines, rollers can’t curl the curls they like, a little clumsy, sometimes even burning their hands. To get your hair in a neat shape you have to go to the salon with the help of a hairdresser, it is expensive! A very simple way to make it at home for girls who are not skillful, don’t spend money at the shop, use a discarded plastic bottle and a dryer according to the instructions below. Choose a bottle with a thin shell, cut off the top of the bottle, and then cut a straight line in the body of the bottle long enough to fit the tip of the dryer in. Then you put your hair in the bottle, turn on the dryer and blow-dry your hair for 1-2 minutes, you must make sure to keep the hair in the bottle during the drying time. You will be surprised at the results when you spend it! With just a few very simple steps, no need for meticulousness and ingenuity, anyone can do it. From young girls to middle-aged women can apply this method.

Mossy street corners

Phong Dao — Sun, 09 May 2021 09:21:08 +0000

April Hanoi is as gentle as the early morning twenties girl. Light sunshine all over the streets, the sun just enough to make the city light up, not the choking dazzling feeling of hot summer days.
All over the city is a shade of green after a few days of drizzling rain. Cool, poetic, and especially captivating to those who come to Hanoi for the first time, when in an afternoon going against the wind, it is natural to see a faint, sweet aroma of jade orchids here. Or the smell of throne must be real to realize of millions of tiny crocodile flowers on the streets of Hanoi. In that space, people feel like they are in some distance, mingle with the yellow crocodile leaves swaying in the wind, while playing and feeling like a little regret before leaving the branch.

No matter how noisy Hanoi, there are moments of strangely quiet silence. I still like to sit in the coffee shop in the morning under the old almond tree at the top of the alley, relax, while remembering the past. The day she was still alive, she stayed here, in the afternoon she set up a chair on the porch, she used to joke around with the children who did not study, but later on she just went to get the almond leaf to sell the breakfast. I do not know if it was because of her statement that the children in the neighborhood later became successful. Although most of them have gone away, they have come together for a long time to return to their old cramped house. Fortunately, there is now a cafe at the top of the lane. That mossy street corner is like a place to keep memories, memories, a place where people talk, review old stories, to remember, to love, to live, to go, and to find back. So, although it was annoying because the roads were always crowded with people and cars, we were always looking for a way to return. When you wake up early in the morning, stand on the balcony that is a hundred years old and look down the street, feel very peaceful and quiet. My friend said, I don’t understand why the urbanization speed of Hanoi is so fast, but right on the most central street of Hanoi, Dinh Tien Hoang street, the section bordering Hoan Kiem Lake, still has a moss-roofed house. . Are there still pretty little cafes in the flowery French villas in the heart of the old town? The answer, because that is Hanoi. Being a place too much love, where you go, you still can’t forget the scent of jade on the windy roads. Hanoi, a place containing so much awkward love from the beginning. And love it, from the bottom.