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 breeze passed 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 so many scents that evoke memories. There are drops of sunlight separating themselves from the foliage and dancing with the daisies, the book I just picked up on the table seems to be printed with small clusters of flowers. I look at the tiny white petals of winter that have arrived on the street.
Hanoi has twelve flower seasons, but daisy is still a special flower that represents the character of Hanoi people. Hanoi people are elegant, daisy is gentle, Hanoi people are charming, daisy is gentle and delicate. I am passionate about this flower as I am passionate about 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 the coffee shop that also had 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 longer, 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 he had a thyroid tumor, all doors were closed to 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 missed. 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 the girls are free to show off their charm with the pure white petals. I also chose a bouquet of daisies for myself, and I absentmindedly walked 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 find it difficult to describe it properly, I only know that moment is nowhere to be found.
I often buy a bunch to bring back from 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 early winter of 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 forever, not passionately fragrant, not brightly colored but extremely delicate and loyal. The book street today is a golden sunshine, I let my soul indulge 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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