A day of salt farmers in An Hoa commune (Quynh Luu district, Nghe An) begins at dawn, when the first rays of the new day are still shy behind the roofs. Groups of people wearing conical hats, carrying light burdens on their shoulders, and carrying locusts in their hands rushed to the salt fields. From about 6 to 10 am, when the sun is not too strong, people mainly just work the soil and water the salt fields. The harvest usually takes place in the afternoon, from 12 noon onwards, when the sun rises at noon. “Chicken egg yolk” shines through the morning dew, signaling a new day. Silhouette of a woman diligently working in the morning sunlight reflected in the clear salt fields. Salt occupation is associated with long fields, full of sunshine and salty sweat. The square salt fields, reflecting the sparkling morning sun, create a beautiful scene. At different times of the day, the salt field is beautiful in different angles, full of lyricism and nostalgia. The dawn on the salt field has a rustic and idyllic beauty that is so attractive. Over 60 years of work, Ms. Phan Thi Chinh (77 years old) is very familiar with this place. Although her children have all looked for other jobs, she still sticks to the profession alone. For Mrs. Chinh, the salty taste of the sea or the hot sun of the sky has “soaked” ever since. “This job is so hard! The sun is hot, people are in the shade, and we have to go out to dry, almost no time to rest. It’s hard work, it’s hard work, but the income is not much, just enough to live through the day”, Ms. Chinh confided. In that hardship, she still smiled beautifully. For generations, the salt people of An Hoa have attached their lives to the grain of salt, despite many hardships and bitterness.

Specifically: Patient BN8116, BN8128-BN8131, BN8133, BN8140, BN8145, BN8151, BN8153-BN8163, BN8165, BN8167, BN8172, BN8175-BN8195 recorded in Bac Giang province in the isolation and blockade areas, related to workers working in industrial zones. The test result was positive for SARS-CoV-2. Patient BN8117-BN8127 recorded in the city. Ho Chi Minh City: 9 cases are related to the Renaissance Mission Church, 2 cases are under epidemiological investigation. The test result was positive for SARS-CoV-2. Patient BN8132, BN8134-BN8139, BN8141-BN8144, BN8146-BN8150, BN8152, BN8164, BN8166, BN8168-BN8169, BN8171, BN8173 recorded in Bac Ninh province: 3 cases are F1, 8 cases are related to the Khac Niem Industrial Park outbreak, 6 are related to Thuan Thanh outbreak, 3 are related to Quang Chau Industrial Park, 3 related to Industrial Park Van Trung; previously isolated. Test results on June 3, 2021 were positive for SARS-CoV-2. Patient BN8170, BN8174 recorded in the city. Hanoi: F1s, related to the outbreak of T&T Company, have been isolated before. Test results on June 4, 2021 were positive for SARS-CoV-2. On the morning of June 4, at the Ministry of Health, Prof. Dr. Nguyen Thanh Long, Minister of Health received 30 breathing COVID-19 testing machines and consumables for 2 million test samples of the Group. Vingroup awarded with a total value of more than 460 billion VND, equivalent to 20 million USD. Responding to the Prime Minister’s call on applying technology to COVID-19 prevention and control, Vingroup has successfully negotiated with Breathonix Company (Singapore), a manufacturer of COVID-19 testing machines. through the world’s first breath – to bring this device to Vietnam from now until the end of August 2021. The method of testing for COVID-19 through breathing has particularly outstanding advantages: it is fast, highly accurate and does not need to take nasopharyngeal and pharyngeal secretions. The testee only needs to blow into the mouth of the disposable one-way valve connected to the breath sampler. Exhaled breaths are collected and put into an advanced mass spectrometer for measurement. According to the developers, this test machine uses artificial intelligence (AI) technology, detects biochemical changes in the breath to detect COVID-19, gives results in less than a minute, with more than 90% accuracy. This test device has been licensed by the Health Sciences Authority of Singapore (HSA).

In the cool afternoons under the veranda, listening to the rustling of leaves on the roof, my father often said that the memory of Uncle Hai would never fade in my grandmother’s heart. I once asked her, “What color are your memories?”. “It’s the color of ripe plums.” Looking up at the plum tree in front of my house for a long time, I still don’t understand why the memory brings such a popular and rural fruit color? She smiled, “when you grow up, you will understand”. It was a time when the wind was strong, and the plum tree in front of the house rustled again. On nights like that, Grandma had trouble sleeping. She lay tossing and turning, sometimes sitting up, turning on the canna lamp (chili shaped) in front of the porch. North of a small chair, grandmother sat there and stared blankly at the plum tree in front of the yard. Far away is the river, where the fishing lights go on forever. Where in the past, she rowed a canoe to take him across the river to the base, where Uncle Hai got off the boat to the north to protect the border. And the riverbank in the grandmother’s heart always carries the color of loneliness and pain about a belief that is lying deep somewhere, far away. Grandma used to tell us about the plum tree in her front yard. She said that when she went to the north, Uncle Hai wrote to say that plum tree, in the north called whip tree and in the central part called peach tree. Each place has a different name, but plum is still a fragrant home garden fruit and is associated with the nostalgia of many children far from home. In my memory, my plum tree is tall and wide, covering an entire yard. The plum branches are long, reaching as far as the eaves. A few walks of fallen leaves on the corrugated iron roof, at night the wind pushes the palm branches into rustling sounds. Although I know it’s hard for old people to sleep, when I see my grandmother tossing and turning all night, my father is also worried. He intended to cut the plum branch, so that the night wind would not rustle the roof. Hearing that, grandma didn’t like it. She said, thanks to the wide canopy, the yard is cool from the road to the house. Besides, this branch has been bearing fruit for the past few seasons, and she feels sorry to have cut it down. I know, grandma has another belief. When she stood under the tree, she looked aimlessly at the plums laden with branches, her heart was not willing to cut down any branches full of memories. When I was a child, I could not hold the armor of a tree. I wish I grew up quickly, so that I could wrap my arms around the tree easily. But strangely, when I grew up, there was still no way to hold the armor with one arm. Hearing that, my grandmother patted my head and smiled: “Every day you grow up, the tree grows like you every day.” At that time, I wondered again: “Why does the seedling come like that, does the tree have thoughts too?”. She nodded: “That’s right, trees, like people, also know how to think, also know how to love and give fruit to those who feed it.” I pondered again and asked: “So the tree has parents and grandparents? Who gave birth to the plum tree?” She was silent and did not speak, perhaps she did not know how to answer so that her five-year-old grandson could clearly understand. She patted my head again and said: “You will understand when you grow up!”. I believe, and I firmly believe in her words, that there are things that you don’t understand until you grow up! The times I climbed up the swinging plum tree, looked down at the porch, where my grandmother sat beside a basket of plums and a few fluttering betel leaves, I saw my grandmother storing up a treasure trove of memories of Uncle Hai. At that time, I believed more and more, there are things that when I grow up, I understand clearly. At the age of twenty, I followed my father and grandmother to the border. A few days before the day of the trip, she asked me to go down to the river to draw up a bucket of water, she digs around the soil at the plum tree in front of the house and then sprinkles the water meticulously and carefully. Like a diligent and dedicated gardener. She pulled out all the grass around the tree, leaving only the roots that sprouted from the big, rough roots that sprouted a bit into the ground. I wonder why it has to be the river’s water to water the plants. Why not pull the tap water, water the plants, both fast and convenient. She smiled, her mouth was full of grace: “River water carries heavy silt, nutrients like the milk of the mother river, helping the tree to bear fruit”. Grandma used to go around the plum tree. As she walked, she collected crushed ripe fruit and fallen leaves and gathered them in one place. She lit up the smoke, fragrant plum smoke, fluttering in the afternoon, mixing with the color of her hair. At that time, my heart suddenly fluttered, for the first time in my life, I realized that my grandfather was old. And the time she spent with her children and grandchildren also gradually shortened. A few days later, we went to the border. She said “go pick up Hai”. Sitting on the train, Grandma still couldn’t stop hugging plums. Those are the biggest, tastiest fruits I’ve ever picked. Grandmother has selected to save to bring to the border, “for the uncles”. Along the way, she never stopped talking passionately about her child. She said that in the past, she was pregnant with Uncle Hai until nine months and twenty days before giving birth. The baby was so big, weighing more than four kilograms, she thought she wouldn’t make it. But the child loves his mother, so he tries to pull away. She said, my uncle Hai from a young age loved fruit trees. Grandpa saw that, so he planted dozens of stone plum trees around the house for green fruit. But unfortunately, in the water season of the year of the Dragon, the water soaked for several months, the trees died, there was only one plum tree in front of the house. After the water season that year, Grandfather entered the resistance base before he had time to replant some new plum trees around the house. Uncle Hai was only ten years old, without a father, he taught himself how to take care of the tree and nourish the only remaining plum tree that did not die despite experiencing many floods. That year, the plum tree blossomed with big and delicious fruit, Uncle Hai climbed up and broke almost the whole basket, loaded it into a backpack, and carried it to the base for his father. But who knows, that was also the last time he saw his grandfather. After that time the base was bombed, he turned into clouds and wind, but his grandfather still lived with the breath of the mountains and forests of his homeland, with the plum branches he cultivated. Grandma said, my grandfather lived a holy life, so over the past few decades with so many flood seasons, the plum tree is still green and growing bigger and bigger. Uncle Hai’s plum garden from the mother tree in the front yard is also growing. Peace restored. The plum trees from the fruit of two generations have a chance to pay off. But it was only four years before the border had an enemy. Uncle Hai followed the call of the mountains and rivers, put on a small backpack and a water bottle, and set off. Before leaving, grandma still carried some plums in her hand, hoping that if she missed the road, there would be fruit to her stomach. Before we went to the border to pick up Uncle Hai, the bad season started to sow the wind. Because of the rustling branches of the tree or because the grandmother’s dreams were fluttering, she was always tired every morning. She said that last night, she dreamed that Uncle Hai came back. Uncle carried a backpack filled with stone plums. As she remembers it very well, she hugged Uncle Hai, crying bitterly: “Hai, where are you, my mother looked for me but couldn’t find me”. Uncle Hai said, Grandma affirmed that the voice was exactly the same as the old uncle’s voice, with no difference: “I’m going to plant plums, when the plum season is ripe, I’ll message my mother to pick me up.” After he finished speaking, he left, then the sound of plum branches rustling on the porch. Grandmother woke up in the phobia of the pain of losing her husband and children. She quickly ran to the yard of the house, stopped at the plum tree, looked at the river in front of the house, she called “Hai, Hai, where are you so that my mother can pick me up, Hai!”. After that delirium, my father thought that he must set out to find Uncle Hai. Dad goes from year to year. Every year during the summer vacation, he goes on the road again. Working hard across the border strip, in the end, heaven did not let people down. Dad grabbed a few clues about Uncle Hai, when he stopped at the foothills planted with plums and green fruits. My father reunited with his brother’s teammates. The uncles, the uncles recounted, when he first joined the unit, he boasted to his teammates that he had brought a “delicious” southern plum with him. But there are only a few fruits, how can I divide them equally among the units, so my uncle Hai spent time incubating and planting. Uncle fought while carefully cultivating the roots and watering carefully little by little for the plums that had just sprouted. In the severe cold northern seasons, you have to keep the plants warm so they don’t die. Uncle took care of plums like taking care of his hometown soul. The uncles and uncles said sadly, there was a time when enemy artillery suddenly bombarded the hill, my uncle died in that battle, but the plum trees he planted were still lucky to survive and turn green. My uncle lost his grave, it took several decades for his former comrades to find him, but he did not know where to find his relatives. The comrades laid him down beside the plum trees to overcome the fire, they tried to preserve and take care of the southern plum tree that his comrades had left behind on this land. The land was already slightly human, so the stone plum trees took root on the hills of the North. A few years later, when they produced green fruit, the teammates had the opportunity to return to eat a delicious piece of grass, but sadly missed a teammate. On the day of Uncle Hai’s reburial, in addition to the remains, we also brought back a few kilograms of plums from the tree he planted. Placed in front of Grandfather’s grave and Uncle Hai’s grave, white moon-smoky incense flies aimlessly… Strangely enough, the plums we brought back and the plums from the tree in front of the house were exactly the same, even though the two trees were grown in two different regions. differ in both soil and climate. Grandma sat in front of Uncle Hai’s grave, peeled a piece of stone plum and put it in my hand, her voice was cool and sweet as if it contained the aroma of plants and trees in the garden: “When you are old like her, you will understand. Just like the color of plum, memory is a color that lasts forever!”

Preliminary estimates show that in the two nights of April 30 and May 1, Da Lat welcomed about 125,000 visitors, of which international visitors reached 2,500. The total number of visitors increased unexpectedly, making famous restaurants and cafes in the mountain town not escape the crowded and overcrowded scene. In the photo, tourists are fully seated in a chicken hotpot restaurant on April 3rd. Outside, groups that come later have to wait for an empty table for about 10-15 minutes. Yooberi, a Korean-style cafe, is one of the emerging destinations in Da Lat. Around 10am, the space of the bar is bustling, many tourists come to check-in. Van and his girlfriend from Long Khanh (Dong Nai) had to stand in the fenced area for more than 15 minutes to buy water, visit and take pictures. The couple said that the restaurant was not as beautiful as expected, the price was a bit high (about 80,000 VND / person) so next time they will find another address to experience. Finding the right style shop, Minh Anh (HCMC) and his friend brought 3 sets of clothes to take advantage of all the corners. “I find the ticket price is also reasonable, there are many strange and beautiful shooting areas. Due to the limited number of people, tourists like me are quite comfortable taking pictures,” she shared. Coffee shops in Da Lat tend to decorate diverse backgrounds, serving young diners. Visitors increased significantly compared to normal days, Ms. Trang, the owner of Yooribe, expressed regret that many young people who had arrived had to leave because there were no empty tables. Not so lucky, these 6 tourists who came to the place still had to return because the shop announced that it was full. In the morning, the group of young people visited 3 addresses but all were overloaded. “I have calculated the schedule, not going to hot spots such as markets and squares, but looking for a restaurant nearly 10 km from the center to have a softer experience but still have to jostle. Traveling this season must be like that. “, Phan Nhu Y (Dong Nai) said. As noted by the reporter, the crowded situation is quite common in Da Lat during the second day of the holiday. In the midday sun, visitors do not mind waiting in line in front of Bag Mo To cafe. Many young people patiently sat in the car waiting. It is predicted that after the epidemic, people will travel to Da Lat a lot, Ms. Truong Ngoc Van (HCMC) and her family decided to book lunch at a restaurant in Tuyen Lam Lake area, 10 miles from the city center. kilometer. According to Ms. Van, although the dining address is far away, in return for the beautiful scenery, the space is airy, the walking distance can see the wild mountains and forests. Responding to Zing, a representative of Pine Forest Farm & Bistro said that during the holiday, the number of visitors to the restaurant increased. Tables were fully booked about 2-3 days before the holiday. “The restaurant can serve about 200 guests at the same time, however, we will advise guests to avoid peak hours to have the most comfortable and private dining space.”

Customers will not be served food and drink on the spot starting from 12 pm on May 7 until a new notice to prevent and control COVID-19 in Da Nang. (Photo: Tran Le Lam/VNA) On the evening of May 6, the People’s Committee of Da Nang City issued Official Letter 2707/UBND-KGVX on continuing to suspend services for epidemic prevention and control. COVID-19 . Chairman of the People’s Committee of Da Nang City Le Trung Chinh requested that from 12 o’clock on May 7, the operation of restaurant , shops, food and beverage service establishments; Stores are only allowed to sell goods to customers to take away, order and sale online , delivery to customers’ places; It is strictly forbidden to serve guests on the spot. Previously, at 0:00 on May 4, Da Nang city suspended cultural festivals, sports, religion, beliefs, worship, art performance events; the operation of non-essential business and service establishments at amusement parks, places of entertainment, beauty establishments, bars-pubs, discos, karaoke, massage, video games, cinemas, casino, public internet service point; walking street activities, night market. Da Nang temporarily suspends the organization of collective meals and drinks (filial weddings, weddings, parties, housewarming…) with more than 30 people; fitness, sports and bodybuilding activities at the gym, yoga, billiards; indoor sports activities; sports and martial arts activities that have direct contact; swimming activities; teaching and learning activities in schools. Public means of passenger transport (including taxis, grab cars) in the area are allowed to operate but transport no more than half of the permitted number of people for each type of vehicle and take measures to prevent and control the epidemic according to the law./.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Having to go out on the hottest days is a nightmare. But because of work, many people are forced to move in outdoor temperatures up to more than 40 degrees Celsius. In two big cities like Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh City, in addition to the green trees that can create shade, when the elevated railway appears, it creates a “paradise” between hot weather next to the “terrestrial” road. prison”. It is also thanks to the elevated railway project that many people in traffic can enjoy the cool part of the road. In particular, when stopping at a red light, you do not have to suffer from the scorching heat of the summer heat. After officially entering the summer, the shady part is created from the elevated railway works, people take advantage of it to enjoy. If you go out in the summer, surely the “heaven” part of the road has a higher traffic density than “hell”. In some roads, the “heaven” part of the road is usually reserved for cars, but because they want to avoid the sun, many motorcyclists go in. Image of stopping at a red light at an intersection in Hanoi in the middle of a hot summer. A clear line separating “heaven” and “hell”. Standing in the shade waiting to pass the intersection is no longer a strange thing. The roads without the shade from the elevated railway, the “heaven” is created from the old trees in Hanoi. Experiencing but burning moments with the hot road surface, stopping at red lights in shady places is what many people choose. Many motorbikes, when stopping at red lights, have chosen to stand under the shade of a tree, tens of meters from the prescribed line to wait for the red light. In the afternoon and early afternoon, when the outdoor temperature sometimes reaches over 40 degrees Celsius, these images are not too difficult to find at traffic junctions in the city. Invite readers to watch more clips: Safety note when wearing a raincoat riding a motorbike – Source: Hanoi TV

At around 11:30 a.m. on May 11, a lot of freelance workers, loading and unloading at Dong Xuan and Long Bien markets, are still working hard. They covered the towel, took advantage of the cold water and put it on their heads to fight the rising heat. Information from the National Center for Meteorological and Hydrological Forecasting people should limit going outdoors at noon because the heat can cause dehydration, exhaustion, and heat stroke due to heat stroke. people when exposed to high temperatures. Ultraviolet radiation at the index is very dangerous, people should cover up when going out, apply sunscreen, wear sunglasses and a hat is required. 12 noon on May 11, the outdoor temperature is up to 44 degrees C Freelance workers in Hanoi reel from the scorching summer heat Many labors cover their bodies to protect themselves from the sun Hanoi streets are like a fire pan. The hot weather in Hanoi makes the air become hot and uncomfortable, and people find ways to shield them when they go out on the street. Towards noon, the outdoor temperature increases, although the temperature has not reached its peak, but it also makes people shielding when traveling on the road. Streets seem to evaporate due to the heat effect Workers rest under tree canopy to avoid the scorching heat on Tran Duy Hung street

One sunny afternoon, surfing through Facebook, I accidentally saw an article selling digging seeds. Childhood memories with peach picking summer noonas appeared right in front of my eyes. That day, in Pho Cuong (Duc Pho), my hometown, each house had at least a few trees. Peaches are easy to grow, with little maintenance, so it is especially suitable for the arid land of my hometown. The Lunar New Year has passed. In the February of lunar year every year, when the weather is warm, it is also the time for the trees to bear fruit. Although not sweet and easy to eat like other fruits, peaches are very attractive. Then when summer comes, our children are again eagerly facing the plump peach bunches, dangling from the branches. When ripe, peaches emit a very attractive aroma. So instead of getting tired of looking for peaches, we often walk around the garden, stand under the peaches to inhale to, where there is a fragrant peach smell, we know there are delicious fruits waiting for us to enjoy. The nut is divided into two parts: the seed and the fruit. Fruit eaten will have a sour taste, sweet sweet, slightly acrid. If you eat a lot, you still feel your tongue hurt. Especially eating peaches is easy to choke. Every time I saw me picking peach trees, my grandmother always told me to cut peaches into small pieces and squeeze out the water to remove choking and not to eat too much, lest my tongue get sick. However, my joy is to hold a large peach, dab in a bowl of salt and chilli and bite a piece of the teeth, then choke many times because of the peach juice. Although not sweet and easy to eat like other fruits, peaches are very attractive. Nuts are initially green, but when ripe, they can be yellow, pink, or red, depending on the variety. Whatever the color, the peach flavor is the same. The tree is planted with nuts mainly. Many ripe fruit trees fall in the orchard and whoever wants to eat the fruit, they just need to leave the seeds. So our children back then often gathered around the neighborhood to look for a basket of peaches of all kinds of beautiful colors to bring back. After eating, many new children discovered that they did not carefully fill the clothes with water, and then they were full because the clothes with peach pus did not come out much wash. Besides the fruit, peach seeds are also a very high-class dish. Every time she goes around the garden, she picks up peach seeds and waits for the day to sell, I often spend a small handful of fresh peach seeds. Put the peach seeds in the stove to burn back ashes. After little by little of the peach oil was burned and sizzled, the aroma gradually emitted that the seeds were ripe. Use a pearberry tree to hold peach seeds from the fire and then smash the outer shell to have a crisp, fragrant, delicious cashew nut that people often process canned and sold at a high price. A special feature of the peach tree that I like very much is the melted sap tree. In the summer noon, besides picking fruit and picking peaches, I often go to the big old peach stumps, a hug can’t help. Then notice if any ticks are disguising themselves on the peach stump or if there is a tree stump that is melting sap. The beautiful, frozen, orange-yellow peach resin droplets as well as the cicadas are a precious gift that any child would love at that time. Now, the children who used to walk around looking for peaches in the past have all grown up. The child is still in the countryside, who has moved to other cities for a living. The old peach gardens have also gradually thinned, giving way to other fruit trees or trees. But those years of peaches will forever be engraved in our memories with each sweet, sour, acrid and faint aroma of acerola.

The weather in Da Nang today is very sunny at noon, early in the morning and in the evening, it is cool. From 16:00, many people come to swim, sit, relax, exercise and take pictures. With a group of friends traveling on weekends, Thu Huong (hometown of Hanoi) said Danang’s weather is beautiful and there are few visitors, so it is convenient for sightseeing and swimming. Da Nang beach was crowded on weekends “At this time, Danang has many programs to stimulate tourism, so we are benefiting such as reduced hotel prices, delicious food, low airfares,” Huong said. Mr. Cao Tri Dung, Chairman of Da Nang Tourism Association, said that this time the number of tourists to Da Nang began to increase again. In which mainly domestic tourists come from localities such as Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh City, Quang Tri, Thua Thien – Hue … “With many attractive incentive programs in Da Nang being implemented for tourists, we believe that the number of visitors will increase”, Mr. Dung shared. From 16:00, thousands of people flock to the beaches of Ngu Hanh Son and Son Tra districts to swim The parking lot is tight Tourists to Da Nang mostly come from neighboring provinces Many young children enjoy playing freely on the beach Some families pose for souvenir photos during the weekends Thu Huong (in black shirt) took a picture with a group of friends when traveling to Da Nang “Danang’s beach is clean and beautiful, so I feel very comfortable coming here to visit,” Hong Van said. In addition to swimming, many people come here to exercise and play sports After the influence of the Covid-19 epidemic, the restaurants along Da Nang beach reopened attracting many tourists.

Yet we kept growing up like blowing. Yet, we kept singing and singing, bringing with them our dreams of dedicating our youth to our homeland and the country. I came from Phu Tho hometown to Hanoi to study at a pedagogical college. He is from Hai Duong, an air defense army station, stationed on Yen Bai. Illustrations: QUANG CUONG. We met on a night train. Later he kept teasing me: “That train was a storm train, also a train of destiny”. Our daughters got up from Hanoi station, so they have decent seats. The more you went back and forth, the more crowded the ship was, because the ladies who were traveling in business loaded the goods with them. The wagon is packed with people and sacks like a mortar. Arriving at Huong Canh station, someone was seated on the roof of the train. He and his friend, two soldiers in blue, climbed through the window of the train, just as the train jerked, shifting gear. So the two of them fell right into our group of girls. All the beautiful and fresh mouths every day suddenly became twisted and screamed. He and his friends were in a panic, always saying “sorry, sorry”, hands and back turned around the swollen toad backpack. How sweet is it, his hand reaches my chest. I cowered, my face was as red as the flag color. He does not seem to know anything, asking permission to put his backpack under my seat and ask for permission to stand next to me, close to my knees. It was dark, and the light on the ceiling of the car was pale yellow, radiating an insufficient light out of the mesh surrounding it … The bumps, when strong when the train shook, sometimes lightly when the train shook, kept making my legs numb. Then the smell of a man, the smell that I have not known before, it lingers around my head around my chest. It smells of smoke, it smells of honey, it smells like a chick … I swallowed hard, turned to face the window of the train, mumbled idle songs … He asked me about my hometown, studying onions, brothers in the house … I kept answering like a machine. It even seemed like giving the lesson in an interview with the teacher of the subject “Teaching Method”. We broke up at Vu On station, I got off the train to return to my hometown, and he continued on to the unit. Back then, there were cell phones like now. Just keep in mind each other’s home address and inbox. Even though it is strange, everyone and even I used to tell the truth about where I came from when I first got acquainted. But somehow that day, I “confessed” to him. Is he a soldier like my father. The soldier is easy to make people believe! Then two years of correspondence and travel, I finished the program for three years and graduated. Thinking that the teacher loves the soldier, what’s the point? That is the model of the future family of many people desire. Especially when the lyrics of the song say: “… Fire you up on the high hill, hitting the American enemy’s head / the pulpit in the deep underground, you are also a soldier …” really touched our hearts. Even though the US and Vietnam have normalized their diplomatic relations two years ago when I graduated. But who expected, it was the character of the soldiers in a battle that almost broke us. My father, who was a senior officer in the military army, definitely did not marry a girl to someone that far away! That day going back from Phu Tho to Hai Duong was determined. Dad said, the bridge is so deep, it looks like you have lost your daughter? He gave birth to him, an officer commanding a commando company, with medals filled with drawers, fiercely demanding that he marry in his hometown, because he is the eldest son, and is the head of a large surname. Wives from the same hometown and farming can easily take care of the important affairs of the lineages and the family. He brought me back to the countryside under their cold glances. I brought him back to his hometown in consideration of the neighbors. Three years passed, we tried to persuade, but not shake the children. Sometimes we think that, if we just stay together, have a baby, then our grandparents and grandchildren will accept it. But that day, the story of unmarried but having a baby is a terrible incident. I am a teacher again! I teach in Viet Tri city. He seldom returns to his hometown. Every time he takes a vacation or takes time to take advantage of, he jumps the train from Yen Bai to school to visit me. Every time he comes back, he always has a few wild banana flowers on his backpack. The flowers were bright red as flag colors, arrogant. The banana flower is put in a jar of clean, fresh water for up to three or four weeks. Surely, he wanted to tell me about the iron, or the freshness of his love for me. When I received flowers, I kept thinking about the color of my face on the train when he got the right chest, so my face was always blushing like the color of the flag … The day I was at the pedagogical school in Hanoi, I saw my room decoration With wild banana flowers, many of the classmates kept laughing … The capital lacked anything beautiful, but played banana flowers, and the forest was there. I just laughed, the more he loved him to cherish and preserve flowers on those bustling ships! Seeing me frown because I’m worried about the future, my mother loves me very much. At one point, I overheard my mother say to my father: “I should relax with you, sometimes!”. Ba said sharply: “It cannot be! The soldier must be decisive. That is the way to win the enemy!”. Mother whispered: “Well, you should watch it again. In the past, you firmly fought the US, now the state has established a new relationship with America … But this is my daughter, is the enemy invading?” where?”. Three silently did not say anything more. At his house, his teacher insisted on not visiting my house, even though he pleaded five times seven times. Then it was the determination of his teacher that made my father feel narcissistic. He said to my mother: “You see, they have been together for five or six years, but their family doesn’t care about your children. If you leave your children in the house so contemptuously, will you be happy? ”Hearing Dad say that, I was happy silently, so he also had a certain change. On his side, he once threatened: – I do not agree to let us get married, I will go out to the army! – Huh, the soldier’s son, has soldier’s personality. You leave the army, you know what to do? – I wear you, I go to work abroad or I go to the South to do business. – Hmm, just take it slowly! As a soldier, you have to know how to calculate it later! He said, so he also somewhat went into the water! I believe you, even if you tell me to please, I still believe. My belief is still like the first day I met you on that stormy ship! The two former officers kept tense together like that, forcing new-era officers to have a righteous opinion. He also wore the rank of lieutenant. He told me very firmly but with a humorous voice: – Honey, we love each other for a long time, waiting for the two leaders of the two families to be less determined, we will miss our youth. The law of our country does not require two people to register their marriage with witnesses! There is also no rule that a married couple must have the full two surnames! We go to the People’s Committee of the ward where you teach and register your marriage. I asked the unit to go back to my school, we get married at school! Before organizing, we go back to our hometown to report to the heads, as it is already done! I agree with you! Of course I follow you. Holding the marriage registration form in hand, I went back to my hometown to go to my parents. My dad snickered, huffed for an hour, then turned to hissing at once at three pipe tobacco. Later, I heard the story of him, when he brought a marriage certificate back to his mother. His teacher tightened his mouth to hear everything he said, then uttered two words “you are good!”. Our wedding took place two weeks later. The skillful teachers have made the school hall bright. The young soldiers with words made the atmosphere of the wedding surprisingly youthful. My parents and his teacher also invited some family representatives to come to us. Looking at my young mother in an ao dai, standing next to the girls, the uncle was originally a retired school teacher and I almost didn’t recognize my mother. The most funny thing is that my mother kept saying to the uncles and aunts: “Well, God will not bear the earth, and the earth will suffer, grandparents!”. The two “heads” are our two fathers solemnly in white uniforms, with full trophies. Handshake hands, mouth to greet the guests, but when looking at each other, he is still afraid. Our wedding is definitely not like any wedding. That difference, perhaps only I have. These flowers are decorated from outside the school gate to the school, and are wild banana flowers. The young soldiers and his friends must have been doing a great job fetching flowers for the past few days. The jars, vases, the jars, the systems, the five flowers, the place where the flowers are, the place seven flowers … raced as if overflowing to welcome guests. The wild banana flowers were red like the colors of flags, red as if they were drawn from the trunk of the tree, but red. Leaning postures, straight postures … all exuding resilience and drasticness. The resilience and drasticness of the soldier in difficult places. And the flower color exuded the freshness and stability like a soldier’s soul and will. The flower body is sturdy, straightforward, but the petals spread out are both soft and tolerant … I was happy, thinking about the days to come, I will be attached to three soldiers who are tough, straightforward, and soft like the wild flowers burning in the color of flags, flying in front of me …