Autumn Hanoi – Symphony of memory and present

It is often said that if you do not love Hanoi in the fall, you do not really understand Hanoi. Because this city may be noisy in the summer, rain and dust fluttering in the spring, cold to the heart in the winter, but only when autumn comes, it will wear a simple and pure beauty, so that anyone who has ever passed is hard to forget.

Traveling to Hanoi becomes meaningful. 

The autumn of Hanoi did not come as a drum, a clear signal, but quietly, as a patient knocked on the door in the early morning. Waking up in the morning, suddenly saw the light breeze through the door, cool, different from the daily heat of August. The SE SE is the greeting of Pig May – an implicit sign that Hanoi is entering a new stage.

The old crocodile on Phan Dinh Phung street began to decidate yellow leaves. Each leaf, each one, falling down on the sidewalk, covered with gray bricks, making a golden carpet. Every morning, the laborer swept away, but in the afternoon, the leaves fell like never before. It seems that autumn is like an eager artist, patiently drawing a picture with just a few basic colors: yellow, brown, green.

Hanoi people are subtle, so they realize that Thu is not only in the wind, in the leaves, but also in the rhythm of life suddenly slowed down. The noisy street is now soft. People go slower, speak smaller, and people’s hearts also seem more pensive.

Autumn in Hanoi has “incense signals” that just need to feel fluttering.

The first is the smell of milk flowers. Although many people have complained that the smell of milk flowers is too passionate, but for anyone far from Hanoi, that flower is still a endless nostalgia. The pungent, sweet and choking smell, once associated with the youth memories, with wandering nights in the street, will become an irreplaceable scent. Then whenever he smelled somewhere, his heart suddenly throbbing, recalling a life far away.

Then the smell of nuggets. No season nuggets are as delicious as autumn. The burden of street vendors carrying nuggets along the street, tying the green lotus leaf outside, the nuggets inside are fragrant, rustic but luxurious. Delicate Hanoians enjoy nuggets as a ritual: must use small pinches, must eat with ripe bananas to come, so that the sweet and flexible taste blends, so that the lotus flavor penetrates into the tip of the tongue.

Autumn also carries the fragrance of persimmons and fruits. On the sidewalk, the red pink mothers like lighting fire, the yellow bunches of yellow emitted a sweet fragrance, reminiscent of many fairy tales. Hanoi people love the feeling of cherishing a market in their hands, smelling, then slowly enjoying, as if holding in the heart of a fragrant season.

If anyone asks: Where is the soul of Hanoi autumn, I will not hesitate to say: Ho Guom.

Every morning, when the lake surface is still covered with dew, the turtle tower appears in a water -color picture. Lieu rows of row, the old people who practice nourishing, young people jogging, all creating a peaceful rhythm. Sword Lake in autumn is not noisy, it is like a soulmate, just quietly present, so that everyone can find peace.

Sitting on the bench, hearing the wind blowing through the tree, the church bell is far away from Ngan Vong, people easily drifted into the memory domain. How many generations have grown up, loved, broke up, dated around the lake. In the fall, those memories rushed back, so clear that we thought we were still living yesterday.

Perhaps Hanoi is most beautiful when walking in the fall. Step on Hoang Dieu street shaded trees, yellow leaves rustling at the feet, heard the street vendors away, the heart suddenly felt light.

The autumn old town has another appearance. The mossy tile roofs are more and more quiet in the golden sunshine. The small cafe nestled in a narrow alley, rising on the fragrance of roasted coffee blended with the wind, enough to pull any foot in any wandering.

As for Trang Tien Street, the autumn came to the crowd of people in line to buy ice cream. In the cold weather, people still like to hold Trang Tien ice cream, walking and laughing, as a habit from childhood. It is a strange charm: the autumn of Hanoi will be iron, but people find the sweet cold of the ice cream, as if to feel the transformation of heaven and earth.

The autumn of Hanoi not only lives in the present, it is also imprinted in the memories of people away from home.

Many children away from Hanoi, whenever they think about their homeland, the first thing they remember is not the bustling streets, but an autumn morning, walking under crocodile trees, smelling the fragrance of milk flowers, eating plastic nuggets. Those small things were the core memories, holding the heart tightly in a foreign land.

There is a poet who once wrote: “Everyone who goes away also remembers the autumn of Hanoi.” That nostalgia is not like the nostalgia of relatives, nor like the nostalgia of another land, but a fluttering affection, both specific and vague, making people just close their eyes and see the golden sky appear.

It is no coincidence that many Hanoi love affair began in the fall. Thu gives people romance, lightness, making the heart easy to vibrate.

There are couples in hand walking under the trees of Yen Phu, inhaling the smell of milk flowers, whispering the idle stories. Someone quietly waited for a shadow on the lake, anxiety and anxiety, so that just a smile was enough to brighten the whole autumn.

And there are also separation that takes place in the autumn. When the leaves fall, it is easy to think of fading, to the losses that are hard to hold. Hanoi autumn, therefore, is not only the season of love, but also the season of the distincts full of pity.

The autumn of Hanoi is not only beautiful by the scenery, taste, but also because it evokes time reflection.

Falling yellow leaves are a reminder that everything has a cycle, that the green of spring, the brilliant summer and then has to step back. People too, young people cannot stay forever. Autumn, therefore, both beautiful and sad, like a long budget, which has a silence that makes us think about the fragility of life.

Perhaps that is why many writers and poets have chosen the autumn of Hanoi as inspiration. The more they wrote, because the more it was not enough to write, the more described, the more they were, as if they were collected beyond the language, they could only feel in the heart.

Hanoi is changing day by day. The buildings grow up, the roads are expanding, the pace of life is more hustle. But strangely, the autumn of Hanoi is still there, still strong enough to keep the city.

No matter how many modern cafes, the hot tea cup in the sidewalk in the autumn morning still has its own foothold. Although the streets crowded, a yellow leaf falling by the lake still makes people sag. Although the time to roll away, the autumn of Hanoi still persistes, like an invisible rope connecting the past to the present, connecting the generations that have passed through people living today.

I believe that, tomorrow, when someone asks: what makes the soul of Hanoi, the answer will not only have history, architecture or culture, but also in the fall.

Autumn Hanoi is a miraculous symphony that nature offers, is also a spiritual gift to nourish the soul of generations. It is not noisy, not ostentatious, but enough to make anyone who has ever gone through will bring a nostalgia.

Perhaps, each lover collected Hanoi in a different way: by a chilly morning by Sword Lake, with a passionate smell of milk flower, with a flexible nuggets, or with a distant love affair. But all of the same points: That autumn, once went into the heart, will become permanent.

Therefore, for me, the autumn of Hanoi is not just a season of the year. It is the season of memory, of nostalgia, love and reflection on time. It is the season that makes us want to live slowly to enjoy every moment and want to hug to avoid dropping valuable things.

And although time has passed, even though the streets change, I believe: Whenever the pig is lucky, the yellow leaves fall, the fragrance of milk flowers in the wind, the autumn of Hanoi will still be forever – as part of the soul of this thousand -year -old city.