The flower seasons come and go for the loved one to return, the one to remember to return. This city also has 13 streets named flowers, surrounding Phan Xich Long, Phu Nhuan
first. As I write these lines, I have just spent the first day of the city’s second Covid-19 quarantine. A feeling of choking, when looking at the central street, which is usually busy, now sometimes a few cars pass by, there are a few silhouettes of people hurrying on the road, the shops are closed quietly… It seems that the wind also quietly leaving a few vague vibrations on the trees, sun spots like orphaned sunshine…
But when scrolling through social networking sites, with tears of emotion and excitement, friends put on a “new feed”: Ho Chi Minh City will win Covid-19! Come on, let’s hold hands together to overcome this difficult time!…And the person who gave the song to cheer up the spirit, who brought the touching humanistic stories in the quarantine areas, in the leprosy neighborhoods. spread due to the epidemic… Ho Chi Minh City in particular, and Vietnam in general, are joining hands in solidarity, united to fight the epidemic. 2. The moment when the street was deserted passed, we could see more deeply the beauty of the city that we rarely recognize on a daily basis. Flowers on the street, blooming and blooming, dotted with charm, softness, and grace next to angular, block-shaped buildings, luxury buildings, flashy new urban areas, and residential areas. the old days … The flower seasons suddenly came, suddenly rushed away so that those who still love them will return, those who still remember will return. In June, with the endless rain at the top, the oil flower season is in the joyful song of the wind. Perhaps anyone who has been to Ho Chi Minh City once, must be impressed by the rows of ancient oil trees, as a dear part of the city. It’s hard to forget, when suddenly one late afternoon, suddenly the wind rushes through, the scene is like a dream, a rain with thousands of oil petals, like the strings of a romantic love song in the air, whirling around. lazily parked on the sidewalk. At the end of the dry season, like a strange miracle, when the sky from the early morning was crystal clear blue, the sun was shining brightly, many streets suddenly turned pink and purple sweet of the flower known as “western cherry”. Nam”, pink lilies slowly bloomed with gentle rhythms, to momentarily turn into a muse for many confused and wistful people. Into the dreamlike pink trumpet that is the bright yellow color of the lily-of-the-valley flowers, blooming in clusters like small bells interspersed between the dark green leaves; Osaka flowers are bright yellow, like countless drops of sunshine gently pouring endlessly like charming tiny lanterns; Orange scallop flowers are like small fire spots on high, and then purple flowers, yellow phoenixes… But strangely, the darker the sun is, the more brilliant the flowers are, creating a beautiful shimmering yellow array in the heart of the city. . The eels divide the two halves of the road with rows of confetti, blooming with delicate, light, pink-purple-white, red-pink wings, fluttering like butterflies every time the wind passes, floating in a dream nostalgia. Lake of bougainvillea in front of someone’s house. The brighter the sun, the more brilliant the flowers are… And an elegant decoration of Ho Chi Minh City people, on the sidewalks, on the corridors of the overpasses, or the iron fences with ancient patterns in many streets, using the gentleman. planted quite a lot, forming a soft green patch, throughout the summer, the flowers bloom in thick clusters, aristocratic pink-red color, the flowers emit a gentle fragrance, the deeper the afternoon, the stronger the scent. It’s a floating momentum, like soothing the sweltering heat all day long. If Ho Chi Minh City did not have rows of green tamarind, wonderful, quiet, gentle, green to remember, perhaps it would lose a beauty bearing the city’s mark. Often only paying attention to the season of tamarind leaves flying in the sky, like golden pieces glittering in the sun, spreading carpets on the sidewalk, few people know the flower season, the tiny white tamarind flower branches and gradually turn pale yellow, mixed with color. the young green of the leaves, a meek and timid beauty. Ho Chi Minh City does not have winter, but there are still cool breezes and as an impromptu transition so that the city is always decorated with flowers. After the last consecrations, the faded pink color of the tigon flowers are the strings of sesame buds like a string of red pearls along many roads, in order to feel a little sad about the end of the year, and eagerly await the spring of the new year. new…
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