"Autumn in Ha Noi! Golden cold rice tree, red leaf eagle tree.

Adjacent to each other, old streets with old houses, fragrant tile roofs…”

It's a song that's often played on every recall, like evoking fond memories for a typical and near autumn. Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year, also the most romantic and peaceful season. In the fall, thousands of trees turn red, leaves yellow, a whole city street, walking on each fallen leaf, surprised as if I was walking on the roads in the fairy tales that she often told. Autumn, I remember most is the early mornings when I go to shop with my mother, the scent of flowers is passionate in the breeze, cool and relaxed. The mist covered the space, virtual and real. Autumn gives us very strange feelings, walking in the cool autumn sky, childhood memories reverberating somewhere, "the water surface with yellow leaves lying on the green shore invites us", "the flock of small harps with the wings of the sun." “…She always carries a timid and gentle look, like a sister returning from afar, full of emotions that want to hold on, want to hold on to space. In Autumn, people often go around on bicycles, everyone's face looks so bright and there is something that thinks thoughtfully. Collect. Every year until the autumn days of September, my mother often buys beautiful yellow daisies, she says to come home. Autumn is beautiful, near autumn, so gentle, let us love Hanoi's autumn, the autumn of the country.