Choosing a corner of an outdoor cafe, I looked along Hanoi Book Street. A few people, probably tourists, were happily taking photos and choosing books, occasionally hunching their shoulders and adjusting their scarves when a gust of wind blew by.
Hanoi has 12 flower seasons but daisy is still a special flower that represents the character of Hanoi people.
I love Hanoi in the early winter days like this, the cold air brings back many scents that evoke memories. There are drops of sunlight separating themselves from the leaves and dancing with the daisies, the book I just chose to put on the table seems to be printed with small clusters of flowers. I admire the tiny white petals of winter that have come to the street.
Hanoi has twelve flower seasons but daisies are still a special flower that represents the character of Hanoians. Hanoians are elegant, daisies are gentle, Hanoians are charming, daisies are gentle and delicate. I am fascinated by this flower as I am fascinated by things rustic and pure, and then I also strangely love the flower stalls. When the weather turns windy, the streets are adorned with gentle white colors, the winter of the capital suddenly becomes gentle and strangely peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, the scent of late-season milk flowers wafts, as if autumn is lingering and does not want to leave, a bit of sunlight still lingers on the pistil, dotting the yellow color among countless white petals.
I remember Huy! When I first came to Hanoi, Huy was the one sitting across from me in a coffee shop with a vase of pure white daisies. Huy smiled, "So you're satisfied now, you can see it directly, touch it with your own hands, and smell it, unlike the old days when you scolded me for sending you pictures to tease you." Huy said that if I stayed for a long time, he would take me to the Red River rock beach to take pictures. Huy has a typical Hanoi accent that attracts people, he is also gentle and simple like daisies, exactly like the character on TV that a Southerner like me always admires.
Huy and I met in a group of people born on the same day, month and year. Before, out of politeness, I always called Huy "anh" and now it has become an unchangeable habit. There were many people in the group but Huy and I still got along better, every time I went to Hanoi, Huy became my tour guide. Three years ago, Huy suddenly discovered that he had a thyroid tumor, all doors were closed in front of the enthusiastic young man. After that, every time I went to Hanoi, in the winter, there was a seat missing, opposite the vase of daisies was a space that I always felt sorry for. I still missed the appointment with Huy to go to the Red River rock beach to take pictures with daisies but what I regret is not the beautiful pictures but the warm voice of the Hanoi boy.
Daisies have since become an unforgettable memory for me. This year, many flower carts on the streets of Hanoi have also provided photography services, and girls are free to show off their charm with the pure white petals. I also chose a bouquet of daisies for myself, and stood idly under the rows of ancient trees. Phan Dinh Phung Street has scattered fallen leaves, the typical autumn sunlight is so gentle and bright that I can hardly describe it properly, I only know that this moment is nowhere to be found.
I often buy a bunch to bring back to the South, but it seems that daisies are only beautiful when blooming on the quiet streets of the capital, daisies are only more beautiful in the cold of early winter in Hanoi. Another winter without Huy, I sit alone in the old coffee shop, looking at the vase of daisies, feeling nostalgic. Daisies are inherently like that, not passionately fragrant, not brightly colored but extremely delicate and loyal. The book street today is sunny with a golden yellow light, I let my soul wander in a winter song, watching the gentle daisies go down the street!
(According to nguoihanoi.vn)
Source: https://baophutho.vn/hoa-mi-vuong-van-226459.htm
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