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.

For many years in a row, fishing and netting activities of people in the West are no longer as exciting as before. What can I say, when the water does not jump from the shore, fish and shrimp from upstream cannot follow the current but return. People had to look forward to the flood season in weariness. Uncle Tho has more than 30 years of fishing and netting on the Tien River. He is considered a master who knows the river and has the most experience in catching fish in the area. He knows each type of bait is specific to a certain type of fish, where there is a whirlpool and what fish to use the appropriate catcher. He is also a witness to all the changes on the river – where he and many other fishermen find a way to make a living, from the beginning of their career to the present. In the past, at the headwaters of the Tien River, the two banks of Tan Chau town and Hong Ngu town, almost always crowded with boats to catch fish. The most exciting is still in the floating season, when the spirit fish come from upstream, fishing activities not only take place during the day, but the river also shimmers with the lights of boats and boats to catch fish at night. Groups of people work together to pull nets and pour each batch of spirit fish onto the boat to be transported to the shore in time for buyers to make fish sauce and cook fish sauce. Or sometimes, just caught a mallet, a cotton ball, etc., people sell it right on the boat. Thanks to that, the whole river seems to be always bustling and bustling. Prepare nets to catch fish “Just every time the fish is thrown out, the fish sticks from the lead up to the top of the net, unable to remove it in time. And every time we unload the scrub to catch fish, I say it’s as fun as the festival,” said Mr. Uncle Tho continued: “But that was in the past, when it was far away, there were no more fish in the river.” Mr. Quy (35 years old), a fisherman on the bank of Tan Chau landslide, also joked: “One day, he hit a catch of big pangasius and snakehead fish. I knew right away that it wasn’t river fish, but fish that escaped from the rafts, but now it’s hard to catch such big fish.” A few years ago, because they could not bear with a moderate life, many fishermen decided to sell all their boats and canoes to take their families to Binh Duong to find a new job. Uncle Tho and Quy also went to Ho Chi Minh City to find a way to make a living. But soon, they returned to their profession, to the river… As something unknown, always associated them with this profession of lowering silver. “When I’m lucky, I can catch some cotton balls, I bring them down to the town market to sell them for a good price. Any unlucky meal is enough for 2 meals. Now I can’t catch fish to get rich like before, but I’m never hungry when I’m hungry,” said Mr. Tho optimistically. Then every day twice a day, they throw the motorboat out to the river, visit the nets, some pre-ordered fishing boats and then return with small achievements. The profession of “aunt and uncle” to them is not simply a profession, but it also seems to be a career. The river with them, is not only a place to make a living but also a place of affection.