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Illustration (Source: Internet). It’s been raining for over a week. The streets are empty, but in fact, no one is absent. Only a few shops and cars were parked on the sidewalk. New and old raincoats in colorful colors. Vehicles are clean and shiny with original paint colors. The street was clean, not a single stain of dirt from the construction works smeared everywhere. It took a long time to see the familiar asphalt color again. Hanoians for a few years have gotten used to the early mornings of cars spraying water to wash the streets wandering around the street. There is not a single street that does not have a truck carrying soil and sand passing through at night. But there has never been a dedicated vehicle to clean up the scattered sand. Still a few environmental workers wearing reflective yellow stripes early in the morning hunched their backs with dredged shovels. And the sprinkler truck lazily washed the blood-red water down the drain without ever being clean enough. The white shirt of people walking on the street early in the morning always turns into a flower shirt before arriving at work. The rain fell, and the storm was sullen. There were times when it erupted violently and then it was quiet and peaceful. Children going to summer school ride motorbikes behind their parents wearing double raincoats and fidgeting with their heads in adult helmets. A rare moment when children are so close to heaven and earth. Every day, she wears a mask and sunglasses, just like a parent on the street. In front of them, at the end of the way to school is an air-conditioned room with strict discipline like throughout the school year. The bigger the city, the less room there is for them. Looking at the children wandering on the streets at that time, it was not difficult to guess what education they received. Not sure it’s a disadvantage as people think? The night rain hurriedly plucked all the yellow leaves from the crown of the mother-of-pearl tree. Leaving the bright blue dawn on the streets. The pots of willow trees on the balcony on the street suddenly bloomed like fine salt sprinkled lightly on the cool green shirt. Peonies, late lilies, lilies and lilies intermingled with yellow daisies and pastel roses poured down the street. An unexpected unexpected flower season. The faces of people, the faces of flowers are radiant in the clear sky. It’s almost time to go to work in the morning, but people are still held back by the sidewalk flowers. Many of them stop to buy flowers to bring to the office. That’s the way Hanoi people play with flowers. Even though the market pragmatism has crept into every house and alley, flowers still have a very important place around them. No matter where. Many office rooms are now more regular than at home. Wanted to say something to the rain but didn’t know what to say. Had to borrow the lyrics of a talented musician in the long rain country, “I pray the rain pours down on the earth so that the seeds will grow soft …”.

Early in the summer, many Hanoi routes seemed to change a new shirt with yellow alligator leaves. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) When the lilies was not in time, Hanoi welcomed another season, the ‘season of flying crocodile leaves.’ Exotic plants that do not fall in the fall choose the time of season and change their leaves. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Always the same, before summer, many streets of Hanoi are lost in autumn pictures with carpet of fallen crocodile leaves covering people’s steps. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) No need to go anywhere, around the small street corners, falling crocodile leaves forming brilliant lemon yellow rugs. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) The streets of the Capital thus become romantic, and stirring up many hearts. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) In just a few days, sometimes through a rain, the crocodile trees suddenly shed their leaves on the pavement. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Strolling around the streets of Tran Phu, Phan Dinh Phung, Dien Bien Phu, and Hoang Dieu, we suddenly see a dreamy, exotic Hanoi. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) After the early rain, the crocodiles on Phan Dinh Phung Street shed more leaves. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Yellow leaves fell in waves, layers alternately arranged into a large, beautiful carpet. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) The small street corner suddenly lit up in the early summer. Even after falling, crocodile leaves still beautify the streets by the characteristic golden color. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) The pavement along Le Thanh Tong Street is covered with yellow leaves. This is a favorite place to walk, practice sports of Hanoi people. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) h The yellow leaf carpet crunched every step through. Also because of that very own beauty, people have not yet swept away. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) At the end of April and early May, the capital was already very romantic under the fall of the crocodile leaves, adding more poetic love. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) And the fall of the crocodile leaves season also passes quickly, just a week, when people have not had time to see it, the season has passed leaving many regrets. Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Hanoi now wears a yellow, poetic yellow shirt. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Over time, the flying crocodile leaves become a feature of Hanoi every seasonal occasion. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) In Hanoi, the crocodile tree is a popular shade tree. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Walking under the streets of Hanoi in the season of crocodile leaves, we feel like being lost in a romantic, fresh film. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Along the streets are rows of old crocodiles. Only a gentle breeze passed, the yellow alligator leaves falling and falling on the street corner. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Watching the golden leaves season, you will fully feel the tranquility and tenderness of Hanoi. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) Many young people take advantage of this occasion to preserve emotional photos that keep a typical leafy season. (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +) (Photo: Minh Son / Vietnam +)

Mr. Nguyen The Ky said: “I copy this poem according to my memory when I hear Mr. Cam read poetry at the Faculty of Literature, University of Hanoi and our dorm room, where he used to be. Click to “shoot” flickering pipe tobacco. This version, probably the original one, so there are quite a few differences from the current official circulation. ” VOV Electronic Newspaper is pleased to post both poems here for your convenience. THE FIRST WARNING (The record according to Mr. Nguyen The Ky’s memory) Very close to you but now far away It is the breath of time, softly My childhood, where did my childhood go I just turned eighteen this morning Dear pink phoenixes stop leaving their hands Cicadas squeak like a drop of water That cicadas sounded like a warning There is a person about to start falling in love How much want to say, how much want to cry The first sentence is to remember the old school A class of enchanted blood color The schoolyard at night falls to the night eagle The first nostalgia I miss you The nostalgia in my heart remembers with my mother My nostalgia never remember that Missing school, remembering class, remembering wisely “There is a Snow White, friends Plus the seven dwarfs are very annoying ” Ten uncle, just look in that class The class’s laughs kept buzzing What year stories, what year stories Just wake up, keep hangover with you The phoenix season blooms and the end of the summer burns On the teacher’s forehead, do not have any silver hair Through each season your braid grows longer But my heart keeps calling on old school friends The fruit was sweet on the papaya branches Flowers are yellow, my loofahs I fell in love with you, you are far away Almond tree dating waving forever I miss it, but only worry about looking back The first leaf is not seen on the school grounds./. THE FIRST WARNING ( The current “complete” version. Source: Fall dice, Writers Association Publishing House, 1992) You see, it’s all far away In the breath of time very softly That childhood passed away so arrogant Purple lilies in the eyes are very passionate Those lovely pink phoenixes left their hands The sound of cicadas tore through the lake Prophetic cicadas carelessly foretold Perhaps a person also begins to love How much want to say, how much want to cry The first song would like to sing about the old school A gloomy green classroom Night school yard – falling to a night eagle The first nostalgia I miss you The nostalgia in my heart remembers with my mother Nostalgia never remember that Do you remember the school, the class, my name “There is a Snow White, friends Plus the seven dwarves are very annoying! ” Ten, look, in that class (Oh those innocent laughter was so disturbing) What year stories, what year stories Just get emotional, just make a stir The plum blossom season, then the phoenix flower season On the teacher’s forehead, the hair should not be more gray Come on, the time for the white braids to fall asleep Time out of time holding knives to carve wandering on old tables and chairs The fruit was sweet on the papaya branches Flowers are yellow, my loofahs I fell in love with you, you are far away Almond tree dating waving forever I miss it, but only worry about looking back Not seen on the school grounds the first leaf.

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.