Nearly every city we have left in our lives are the impressions, emotions differently. Along with Hoi An, Hue is a city that made my heart, but every memory of Hue, my heart always irritated pride interwoven Xang a pity that did not subside. I remember Tam Ky for a generation of talented students and high patriotism, which I had the fortunate to make a man put it. As for Saigon Vietnam - Ho Chi Minh City. Ho Chi Minh, a longer trip, I only remember the morning calm morning, especially on the last day, there is a clear waste fragile dew on the canopy, which is rare in the southern city of sun wind this.Only when the memory of Hoi An, I can see all the world celebrate the clear, pure soul, like every breath, every thought, every memory, even the smallest, are also acting against heart in vibration compensation; affordable for Hoi An is always fresh!
Yeah, Hoi An in the memory I always have the human and natural healing!
In the 1950s, Hoi An has a charter, which I now remember, it is wonderful, perhaps nowhere to be. That is, about 21 hours on New Year's Eve, all the families of the old town is two way street and road Guangdong Covered Bridge (now the Tran Phu and Nguyen Thai Hoc) will bring brooms, rags to clean the scanner then pour clean water cleaning the street in front of his house. It was always so, just street cleaning brushes clean, just chatting happily. Perhaps a fresh space, would cordially alive forever in the hearts of the people living in Hoi An in those years. After cleaning the road surface, which also carries a Tet flower pots displayed on the street their home. Decades later, fortunate to live in a quiet dead-end alley in District 1, Ho Chi Minh, by learning from Hoi An, I have described as a pioneer to bring the pots out front. The beautiful house that did the same. Thus far, the month and year after year my alley always green, flowers bloom, as a compensation for the time back down the street must always suffer from smog, traffic jams, water logging.
I learned many things from Hoi An, which is the most valuable lessons lifestyles and rituals of Hoi Tet.
The Hoi An, in the decade 1950 - 1960, urban population are living on average lower, but always keep that sticky. In the heart of this ancient city, almost everyone wants to keep their kitchen fires burning red always fun reunion, warm quiet. And even if not spoken, who also understood that she was kitchen fire blessing that his life dedicated to each roof; or interpreted in a different perspective, thanks a life that is also being home. So as such, so people live peaceful, law partner and perhaps upon the sky. On the Eve, in the old town is also present altar, incense in front of the house, ancestor worship and give thanks for life for peace, the children should be educated people. Have both the old, in a sacred moment, the burning of incense at the intersection of the street, respect, sincerity. In particular, the ancient city keeps the fresh, clean in life an order in nature, though also went through many changes, the world's oil tank downs.
The third lesson I learned from Hoi An, though more abstract, but extremely valuable.
Even in the most intense years of war, American soldiers, Korean soldiers appeared only very few in Hoi An. And of course, due to differences in lifestyle, culture, they never understood that, just sit horizontally on a Jeep welcome to rush through the streets of Hoi An, this is obviously against the Hoi An, contrary to the heart of Hoi An. So, for those who love the country - certainly many of which Hoi An - against invasion, and sometimes not from an ideology, but simply do not want to just because of the unknown soldier breaking expedition a space of harmony, peace of his country. By extension, a platform to break the culture of the Vietnamese people ...
Every memory of Hoi An, as I feel this still wander where the scent of death benefits seminars, species-flower-forget-sorrow. It was from the gentle fragrance of the flower is shaped like a leaf, I received a lesson about how in the world.Over the many years of his life in exile wandering, Hoi An still left in my soul a light scent to time, vague, but loving, charming alone. In the quiet night, when walking on Phan Chau Trinh, I sometimes hear in the breeze like a sweet fragrance, seemingly mysterious scent in these pages Lieu son. Folklore calls it the fragrance of flowers failure. And my mother, an uneducated country woman, to teach me that it was death benefits flower workshop. The soothing scents, fantasy was, along with her picture, just follow me for life. And each time the memory of Hoi An, as I feel this still wander where the species-flower scent-sorrow-forget the other. It was from the gentle scent of death benefits seminars, flower-shaped leaves, which I received a lesson, about how in the world. Want happiness, we need to know to forget many things, our need to forgive to be relaxed. Like a true believer should not try to imagine a supreme and submission that image, but only to his soul filled with unbounded admiration before the natural scenery of the world just an ecstatic contemplation before the marvelous structure of the creature, that was enough, and that's a true believer. Living life too, just have the sense to devote the best part of our society, but never ask for anything, then we really happy.
Me on a fresh Hoi An, in my opinion this is also clear concern. A document on the network, said some areas in the ancient town of Hoi An is where up to 1,800 people per km2, while the population density according to international standards is 40 people per km2. With a population density would be so, not to mention the 4 to 5 thousand visitors each day, how to Hoi data can still be a fresh Hoi An, in the environment and healthy for humans?
I remember an old story in the book: Someone asked Trinh Khai, a state minister Tang (China): "Recently there anything new poetry?" Section. The general national love of nature he replied: "Four of my poems at the scene riding a snow bike trick goes on all three, this scene is not what is poetry" (sugar, whole number). And a philosopher - French writer, Bachelard, said: "There must be two people to recognize the beautiful sky." Indeed, despite living in any era, people not just one thing, that people still need the same information to nature, harmony with all things of heaven.
Even in my dreams I see, not only because of the fresh scenery, the flowers will also contribute to Hoi An to call on and filled all hearts mourn.
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