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Gently back a day and I love myself silent

lately began to bike to school. Road to the east, a terrible noise and dust.

I hate the air This oppressive, the dust of this. I love Hanoi where a noise like this. Recall

... .. Hanoi

memories of my childhood and peaceful, very quiet.

Every morning, when only about 5 h light, quiet streets, had no car, a strange blue sky. At 7.8 h until the morning, when the hours dedicated to the streets I still go to school or soothing quiet.

always sky high and the air is blue ... silence ... then deserted streets, occasionally has a few bikes gentle breeze.

Especially in the fall, when the garment to the cold pork, the way I go always leaves stretch. I kept walking along the streets that, gold leaf looks like rain falling dust. That feeling when that is indeed wonderful. Hanoi peace which I love. Remember the bright light

I rode my bike through the streets, around the lake, or climb to a panoramic cafe hanoi are dormant during sleep, it was calm.

For now, though I have tried the road from 6 am still the roads are crowded, dusty. Loud siren to the line of people jammed .... all.

not know at what moment the beautiful capital city of this peace has become so oppressive.

I want to go back to his old house.

time I wanted to come back for his third Winter

then cleared in a ruffled coats, reporters rushed to the car, they both sat together to eat sticky rice, milk, then hugged each other for the cold heart less lonely, and then sing the same stupid song. At school, the only sitting judge or throw the paper. Then copy all along down by the first exercise, your heart beats when the time busy checking old posts. Autumn romance

it up very soon, walking on the path of Ngo Quyen familiar, slightly below the canopy step dusty sunshine, enjoy a new day begins very peacefully. Then Ham Long church with a very long sit, hear the bells from the church more than once echoed to estimate the time Oh please stop. Remember

suca, vermicelli mix, ice cream away, sour fried spring rolls, .... remember lots of sun light color

Remember, remember the creaking stairs, remember the lessons

Remember the school yard at break to sit
Remember
festival candle light sweet moments

Remember gossip linger late at night and then rushed to release the car back home to wear the look Remember to ignore the silly window

dreams

Remember a time

bullied everyone and remember, dear A8. Price

like that time back


even just a little
to feel happy again.