The soul of the countryside market

Now, Hanoi market can not see the burden anymore. Instead, it is the gifts from the countryside to sell on stalls, on motorbikes and bicycles. Where did Quang go to hide in the past. I often go back to the countryside market, a remote place to see the optical burden, the bamboo beam and the bamboo beam, the rural soul of the old market, is no longer there.

Many years ago, my uncle Warm often made an appointment when my grandmother’s death anniversary was reunited in Thanh Minh period. “My family goes to Duoi market so that we can go to Mo market very much. Why does Ms. Ba have to go up to Buoi market to shop for something, far away?”, Mr. Warm asked. My mother replied: “I let her grandchild go to the market. I just went back to Buoi market with many things to carry to let him know the market is fair.” Come on vegetables, melon and fruit cake, all kinds of fragrant leaves. That is the way to go to the market from the previous day to contribute to my grandmother’s death anniversary, my mother used to let my children go to the market. The price of the train ticket at that time was only a few cents to hear tinkling to Dong Xuan market, through Hang Dau booth, then through Quan Thanh temple, finally up to Buoi market. The fair is over, the hat is undulating, the burden is full of people, the hat is full of leaves, and the clothes are black and cloth. In March the carpentry flower bloomed, the thorny taffeta rose, I had a market filled with the scent of flowers. Then my mother gave me a gift of silk rolls on the eyes of Mrs. Tu hump. Mrs. Tu’s back was cuffed, but her cake was thin and delicious. Fish sauce from the market is not as delicious as at home, but Mrs. Tu adds a taste of ca cuong and fresh chili, a pinch of oregano, the taste of home market gifts. Once I took the tram back, down the lake, my mother fed me pho. Now I want to find the market in Hanoi, no longer see the burden anymore. The lever, perhaps only sold at the market Vieng – fair only for luck. From rows of vegetables, fruit rows, bamboo cages containing geese, chickens, baskets, baskets … many things it kept hidden in the heart, could not erase the soul of the twisted pair on the shoulder. human life of the last century. In March, it was drizzling and rainy, so I just wanted to get sunny. Who can buy March sunshine in Hanoi? The sun also makes the face of the countryside market, especially the shops, to smell the spices. Curved beams, one side of the burden is cold vermicelli vermicelli, wooden ladle pouring vinegar flavored with vinegar suddenly sour and spicy of dried chili and pounded with chicken fat. The vermicelli leaves count hundreds, the small mussel leaves are filled with cold water. the whole season of com, bringing rice steam into the city. Now the Hanoi market lacks a couple, the Mo market, the Buoi market, is already bright high-rise greenhouses. The counter selling tobacco leaves, the herbal medicine of Dai Yen villagers is also located on the cement base. Cement and paving stone, have breathed the flavor of the leaves, let the natural look of nature in the market soul. Then the basket is sifted, and the bamboo is less. Second, to bamboo shoots, vermicelli, rice cakes also vacuum. If you keep going to the supermarket at the listed price with the glasses on, sometimes the old mother just gazes blankly … everything in the modern market has changed drastically. Watching people swipe the payment card, no bargaining and no challenge. I go to the market, the soul of the Hanoi fair and the old country market still has something to look back today, to see the figure of the curved lever, the bamboo rays scattered on the shoulders of my mother, her shoulder, of old Hanoi. season.