At 2am, when sleep is still falling on the streets of Hanoi, flowers from everywhere pour into the Quang Ba night market.
Noisy and busy, flower vendors gather at this wholesale flower market selling fresh flower products. From the levee looking down at the market, close to the flower stalls. The whole market is illuminated by street lights at dim times. People use flashlights to buy flowers, choose flowers. The flowers are selected, of sufficient size, the buds are cut up from the afternoon, carefully wrapped and taken to the wholesale market. From 4 a.m. is the time for shoppers, flower vendors, flower market goers or flower shop owners. Flowers have been bought wholesale by the market, which has a much higher price than the previous market. Street vendors choose flowers for their flower carts, carefully choosing the ones they like best.
When the first sun shines throughout the space, beautiful petals are present throughout the caves and alleys in Ha Thanh land. The city awoke in awe of the beauty of the flowers. Tinted in early morning smiles, flowers adorn the autumn colors more radiantly From the market to the intersection of the east street, to the corner ... the flower cars quietly bring the season to the street, bringing the color to life.
Behind the saddle are the flowers of the season. Violets are fragile in the spring rain, the fragrant fragrance of grapefruit is confused, the haughty lilies, the gentle pink lotus, the radiant daisies, the sooty pink meniscus of thin wings, the golden daisies race the autumn sun, the peach branches bloom with spring wings, the purple heart borage is reminiscent, the heather is calm and calm. All are just flowers planted in flower gardens around Hanoi, flowers that Hanoians still meet every day, very familiar but strangely emotional.
Amidst the noise and dust of the streets, the bicycles still keep their peaceful and poetic appearance intact. Bicycles loaded with flowers spread out to the city streets early in the morning, past the old men exercising early along windswept West Lake, past rows of morning presents that were constantly packing goods.
The flower goods that have been on the street are unknown but have become familiar images to the Ha Thanh people. Modern life, the roads are widened, traffic is busy, houses are crowded with boxes, rushing the reels. In the relentless flow of the day, somewhere there are moments of calm, quiet, that make us pause, look for a moment. A load of colorful flowers stood nestled on the corner sidewalk. Just a little, but enough to make us feel loved, missed, and loved.
In four seasons, Hanoians are buzzing with flowers, floating in radiant flowers. Every month that passes, Hanoians realize when they are walking among the sweet fragrance of flowers. You may not realize the flower season until you suddenly see it blooming on every street, but for those who travel far from Hanoi, they suddenly miss the flowers.
Article: Ngan Hang
Photo: Internet