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Hai Duong city for me is a harmonious combination of all colors of life. Classic and quiet Hai Duong in Beijing market. Wandering there, watching the houses built in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, with old architecture, feeling as wonderful as enjoying a painting by artist Bui Xuan Phai. Or like sitting on the 3rd floor of the cafe – Napolis, built with retro French architecture, to see the city at 6 crossroads: Nguyen Trai Street, Pham Ngu Lao, Ho Chi Minh Avenue, Ngan Son, Tuy Hoa and Mac Thi Buoi, listening to mysterious stories woven from the shop’s origins, “cutting the wind” with a few friends … No need to go far looking for interesting things, it’s right here. , in our own city.
Spring comes, summer comes, fall and then winter. Winter is the season of cold, of withering. But it is the cold that makes people closer together, gathered by the warm fireplace. I really like winter, even though it’s cold and harsh.
The coming monsoon was also the time to signal winter had come, the gloomy sky was no longer clear, and the clouds drifted away and replaced by a gray color. The cold was harsh and the street was less bustling than usual. The wind carries dry and cold air to make the weather warmer.
The almond tree in front of my house has all the leaves left, only the spindly arms remain alive in the cold. In winter, the weather is cold, with drizzle and wind that makes everyone close the door and very little goes out because it is cold. Occasionally on the empty streets a few people are working hard to sweep the dead leaves after a cold windy night.
Early in the morning, there was no sound of birds singing, everyone was still in a long sleep, the sun-man stretched lazily to wake up was also when they went to work. Everyone wore sweaters, thick coats, scarves, and hats to fight the cold that froze their hands. Outside the park there is no longer the figure of old people doing morning exercise.
The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror without any sad ripples due to the lack of voices of passersby. The city was in a much bleaker winter, a long day passed quietly, just waiting for that moment, everyone hurried and returned home, running away from the cold, returning to their family to enjoy the warmth. the pressure of the fire rose and the ragged smoke of the supper.
The old winter man who does not have a bit of warmth makes everything sank into gloom, robs the fresh space as an inherent law of nature, making people tremble with the cold. But only when winter comes, then spring comes to blow into everything a full of vitality.
Hai Duong city for me is a harmonious combination of all colors of life. Classic and quiet Hai Duong in Beijing market. Wandering there, watching the houses built in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, with old architecture, feeling as wonderful as enjoying a painting by artist Bui Xuan Phai. Or like sitting on the 3rd floor of the cafe – Napolis, built with retro French architecture, to see the city at 6 crossroads: Nguyen Trai Street, Pham Ngu Lao, Ho Chi Minh Avenue, Ngan Son, Tuy Hoa and Mac Thi Buoi, listening to mysterious stories woven from the shop’s origins, “cutting the wind” with a few friends … No need to go far looking for interesting things, it’s right here. , in our own city.
Spring comes, summer comes, fall and then winter. Winter is the season of cold, of withering. But it is the cold that makes people closer together, gathered by the warm fireplace. I really like winter, even though it’s cold and harsh.
The coming monsoon was also the time to signal winter had come, the gloomy sky was no longer clear, and the clouds drifted away and replaced by a gray color. The cold was harsh and the street was less bustling than usual. The wind carries dry and cold air to make the weather warmer.
The almond tree in front of my house has all the leaves left, only the spindly arms remain alive in the cold. In winter, the weather is cold, with drizzle and wind that makes everyone close the door and very little goes out because it is cold. Occasionally on the empty streets a few people are working hard to sweep the dead leaves after a cold windy night.
Early in the morning, there was no sound of birds singing, everyone was still in a long sleep, the sun-man stretched lazily to wake up was also when they went to work. Everyone wore sweaters, thick coats, scarves, and hats to fight the cold that froze their hands. Outside the park there is no longer the figure of old people doing morning exercise.
The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror without any sad ripples due to the lack of voices of passersby. The city was in a much bleaker winter, a long day passed quietly, just waiting for that moment, everyone hurried and returned home, running away from the cold, returning to their family to enjoy the warmth. the pressure of the fire rose and the ragged smoke of the supper.
The old winter man who does not have a bit of warmth makes everything sank into gloom, robs the fresh space as an inherent law of nature, making people tremble with the cold. But only when winter comes, then spring comes to blow into everything a full of vitality.