Tuy Hoa - the pristine city

Tuy Hoa appears - not noisy, not urgent - like a slow musical note, resonating in the middle of modern life. Pure from the white color of the reed banks on the sand dunes in the middle of Chua River, gently swaying every afternoon, like a whisper of heaven and earth. Pure hidden in the white color of the red-roofed houses in the middle of the green garden. Pure in the sound of the endless white-capped waves at the foot of Nghinh Phong tower, where the mainland and the ocean whisper to each other the story of Au Co - Lac Long Quan, so long ago.

There are mornings when the city seems to have just woken up from a clear dream. The wind from the sea blows through the rustling rows of casuarinas, carrying with it a bit of the saltiness of the ocean and the purity of a land that is still gentle. Pure from the first rays of sunlight on the top of Chop Chai, where the sky and the ground seem to touch in a brief but enchanting moment. Pure from the white of the female students' ao dai, faintly cycling through the streets in the gentle sunlight of the early morning, like fragile butterflies in the heart of the city. Pure from each drop of dew left on the grass on the way up to Nhan Mountain, sparkling like pearls lost in time. That city is like that drop of dew - quiet, humble and bright.

The purity is still hidden in the shy tilted conical hat of the girl from the land of Nau, where the smile is like a drop of honey falling gently on the lips, where the eyes know how to smile before the voice is raised. The purity comes from the voice of the homeland - rustic but warm, simple like a bowl of vegetable soup on the dinner table, dispelling all strangeness between strangers. The purity is like the hospitality filled in the eyes, in the invitation to drink a cup of water, overflowing like a river that flows endlessly in the land of sun and wind.

And when night falls, purity returns from the moonlight spread over the ripe rice fields, a silver color quietly covers the life that is whispering to grow.

The purity is still hidden in the temple bell's sound, drifting in the early morning, ringing softly like a message from the quiet world of time.

That sound not only awakens the space, but also gently taps into the heart, reminding people of the most peaceful and pure things.

Tuy Hoa - a young city, has kept for itself many gentle things that cannot be found anywhere else. A city where each person is a story, a poem that is not written, but can only be felt by the heart. The purity is not only in appearance, but lies deep in human feelings, in the unpretentious peace, in the emotions of those who once visited and will forever carry it in their hearts. No need for words - just looking - is enough to make people's hearts as light as smoke, and know that, here - there is a strangely pure Tuy Hoa...

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202504/tuy-hoa-thanh-pho-tinh-khoi-c1f264e/