When it comes to keywords Two! Three! (the name of a song by the group), the members suddenly remembered how special this song became to both them and their fans. Video sharing BTS’s feelings about the past time. The members happily reminisced about the past. Suga revealed that all the hardships they went through were with ARMY: “We had a hard time but ARMY was also hurt a lot. We should have shielded all the oppression but ARMY has endured it with us. Through this song, I feel it has become a ‘secret code’ for ARMY and us.” Suga thanked fans for always accompanying the group. Leader RM shared about the group’s toughest years and how those moments made them who they are today. “This is what I think. During the three years of 2015, 2016, 2017, it was difficult for us and the fans because there were so many haters. ARMY tried so hard to protect us and the group. tried harder than anyone else when it came to creating new products and doing other things. When I look back on those three years, they mean a lot to me.” Song Two! Three! in the album Wings , released in 2016. The song became a comfort to the members and fans. The members also always thank ARMY for always supporting and protecting BTS against everyone’s attacks.

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.

“Oh, really delicious”, Mr. T said, “this one of it is this. Selling price?”. “Very cheap. Not tens of thousands of a bag. This boy also came up from rice paper. Now it has been sold to several provinces. I take you to visit the factory later. See if there is any way for him to export or not.” Mr. D goes straight to the point. This trip was organized by him. The only purpose is just to ask Mr. T to find directions for some local businessmen. I still look out of the car window. And remember my maternal hometown, also a locality in the Central region. Memories of my childhood are rushing back because of the green steps on the road passing through the small window. That day, every summer afternoon, at 3-4pm, an old lady comes in (alley, alley – as called in the Central region) her grandmother sells rice paper. Children dirty from playing soccer and shooting marbles gathered around her selling rice paper. Someone who has money then cheats on his pants and takes out an odd note that is wrapped very carefully. Those who do not have money stand waiting, waiting for him to break a piece of it. And my most impressive point of the foreign country rice paper is the bright red area located in the center of the cake. It is chili sauce. Each piece of cake sold, before handing over, was scooped up a little chili sauce by the old lady with a beautiful little spoon and sprinkled it in the middle. Sun cake, I used to think. It was like a crimson sun, with an open halo of gold. And the kids kept breaking each “piece of sun” and dot the little sun. They are so talented. After three years of age, he can already eat chili. I absolutely do not dare to touch that sun, although my grandmother’s rice and soup is always spicy, as if I train me to get used to it. The way of eating banh mi in the countryside is indeed unique. It is different from the way to eat banh mi in Hanoi, where I grew up. A small street corner, group a beautiful red charcoal oven, and then whoever comes to buy them, they fan the charcoal to bake. Childhood rice cake in Hanoi is purely vegetarian, is it not dipped with spices (or because I did not eat spices that day so I can’t remember)? And the piece of cake baked on charcoal it often has “bubbles” scattered on the cake. In that “explosive bubble” is the air. The little ones often like to play with that explosive foam before eating it. True discovery is an extremely curiosity. It’s just a bubble that explodes, just squeezed it yesterday, and knowing there’s nothing inside, still stimulates the next day to continue exploring in the hope that it will be different. Oh, if only I grew up, people loved each other that way, just discovering each other every day without being bored, the world would never have separated and depressed love songs. Later, growing up and traveling a lot, I began to understand that normal rice cake was just like that, but it turned out to be in many “magnificent” delicacies of Vietnamese cuisine. What are the mussel rice cakes, the sautéed sautéed with chili peppers, the broken rice bread in a bowl of Quang noodles, the rice cake with the classic sautéed shrimp in the West … If you have to vote for a snack best in the world, I do not hesitate to nominate Vietnamese banh mi. Hey, what if we go to a pub in the West and instead of eating their “snacks”, how about we use tabasco dumplings? “Hey, Mr. D, does he make some kind of uncooked rice paper for customers to microwave themselves. I tell the truth, this cake is delicious. I can recommend to Europe, I have some clues over there. But if you pay the cake (container), it will occupy the first area and easily break the cake, lose the aesthetics is Monday “, Mr. T said. Mr. D affirmed “It is not. Because baking in the microwave it will not be as beautiful as this industrial cake, and the cake will not be as flat as this. But I will say it try.” Saying to do, he picked up the phone and called the owner of the production facility, his voice loud and loud. The wheelchair moved onto a newly renovated inter-village asphalt road, then turned into a spacious, spacious house, crowded with people in and out. “Here, its workshop. The owner is on his way from his house”, Mr. D introduced. Soon, a new seven-seat Peugeot slowly entered the courtyard. From the car, the owner of the workshop, a big, strong, black body must be cheerfully down. His hand carried a … microwave oven. “Uncle D just arrived. Just stay at the factory. Because you said the microwave oven, I ran too blood to try it. It’s delicious. You can do it all,” said the owner of the workshop. Then turned to us cheerfully: “Hello, you two. Please come in and play, I can try it immediately”. Say and do. The owner of the workshop led us into the living room, looking for an electrical outlet to place the microwave in the middle of the table while the staff was making tea. Then his hand quickly opened the bag, took the cake, turned on the oven, baked. It is really beautiful. The cake is still flat, the yellow color is still, only different from the industrial baked goods in one point is that the rim is slightly burnt brown. But I like that burnt brown color. It gives the feeling of a slice of cake that is baked with charcoal. Then the story revolves around production capacity, around the current distribution market, around the factory owner tinkering with how to make a rice cake dryer to avoid depending on the sun, rain and weather of drying methods. traditional cake. The talk lasted until they all got in the car, looking for a small riverside restaurant nearby for lunch. Also at the same lunch table, the story reached the “finale” of the intention to export the cake. “Now you can work directly with Mr. T. He promised to do it. He will help you export this cake to Europe”, Mr. D said, “if I have anything else to add, please report this S guy, It is the number one assistant, I do many things for me “. The factory owner’s eyes were filled with hope when he heard Mr. D say that sentence. And Mr. T was also open-minded, when he said that the factory owner should send samples directly to the city to quote prices. HCM for your office. The factory owner was happy to face. His face shone with pride mixed with a belief in something that could change his career. “Geez, that’s fine. If you help me, you can help the people in my commune too. They work for me if I can sell, they also add income. It’s also very tiring, bro. Please give me your address and office phone number “. Mr. T immediately read the address but after half a sentence, I saw him leaning under the table, as if he had dropped something to search. Coming back, he read the address again. But also with three words, he bent under the table again. For the third time, I found he seemed annoyed. Then he said quickly to the owner of the workshop, “Give me your phone number. I’ll text you later. Now have a drink.” On the taxi ride home from Tan Son Nhat, I kept silent, not daring to say anything. But the more silent I became uncomfortable. Remembering the boss’s overly enthusiastic, humble figure, I feel bad. And unable to bear that torment, I quietly asked “Will you help them?”. Being told as if opening his heart, Mr. T opened the phone and showed me the message. Then he said, the other three footsteps belonged to S. It was S himself who told Mr. T after that, when the group got back to the hotel, the idea was “let me worry, she wants you to help export, I have to ask for it. Color for you. There is no “how to”. “You are so mad Minh. You said that I helped people out of work and asked for money. Besides, I am not rich yet, but I want to do big things to do something about this three hundred million. Look at people being hot.” In this situation, I believe you can help people, they do not pay money for me Besides, even if you help me for free, I also help them. They are farmers like my parents. “Mr. T said. No wonder, I texted the owner of the factory the great news “Here is the address. You can contact me directly. I will help you with no penny. You rest assured. But S it says whatever you do, please don’t mind.” “. Turns out, Mr. T is much more awake than I thought. No wonder, on the way back, he definitely didn’t touch a piece of rice cake. Despite S bravely carried two barrels alone from the Central into the city. “If Mr. S brings the sample, I will say it was sent in outside the workshop. Let him understand”, said Mr. T while smiling, “It’s strange, you only like to eat people”. Rich – poor it has numbers. I can help anyone, just help me, right? What is shared with each other is extremely important. Like a piece of cake still shared childhood, there is no regret. People are better than each other in that “generous”, but where are “cunning” than each other in the “cunning” thing …

Easily see familiar images of lovely cats at Gac Mien. Have a pen cup, ruler or watercolor tray set on the table to promote creative ideas for your artwork. Around the table are also meticulous and harmonious décor. There are pictures and unique paintings on the wall of the restaurant. An image of a curled up cat sleeping at the table lamp. Gac Mien did not forget to leave the guests with chess, chess … to be able to train their brain. Besides, the peaceful space of the restaurant is also a place to find the souls of book lovers. Huge bookshelves with old books that not everywhere. A corner with a lovely table lamp, just right for you to sit and read. Gac Mien resided in an old dormitory that seemed discreet and secretive. But the sunlight will follow you from the moment you set foot at the door until you go deep inside. A window frame filled with sunlight. An image of a cat basking in the midday sunlight brings a sense of peace. You can also find a green space where you can sit down and sip a cup of tea, immerse yourself in the cool, quiet atmosphere and enjoy the sun. The outdoor space of Gac Mien. Located in room 306, house A8 of Khuong Thuong Collective Area, 1A Ton That Tung Lane, finding Gac Mien is not easy for strange visitors to visit for the first time. If you have trouble finding this place, please pick up the phone to get help from the super friendly owner! Just gently tug on the other hanging rope, the door will open to welcome you. There is one thing to note, that is Gac Mien always wants to preserve a quiet space for everyone. Therefore, the restaurant usually does not accept the number of guests exceeding 4 people. If you want to have pictures to keep memories, please consult the owner first!