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Essay on my trip to Nha Trang city
My first visit to Nha Trang, a coastal city in Vietnam, was three years ago. It was a pleasant and memorable trip.
Nha Trang, the Capital of Khanh Hoa province, has one of the most popular municipal beaches in all of Vietnam. In Nha Trang, nature beauties are so attractive. Waves crashing onto the cliffs; the soft sigh of the sea breeze; clean white sands and turquoise waters; it all makes for a marvelous landscapes. It’s no accident that Nha Trang is often compared to a Mediterranean City. During my visit to Nha Trang, I used to get up early each morning to stroll along the beach – a chance of breathing in the fresh sea air and enjoy the sunrise across the water. One attraction that captivated me three years ago and still it does is the collection of small offshore islands. Hon Tre is the largest among the islands, and Monkey island is, as the name suggests, the home of hundreds of wild monkeys. Yen island is known for its swifts’ nests. Tri Nguyen island is the location of an outdoor aquarium housing more than 400 species of fish, crustaceans and other marine life.
That trip, I spent the whole day roaming the Ponaga Cham towers. These ancient Hindu temples were built from the 7th to 12th century. Many of the sandstone statues from this time still remain among the red brick towers, typical of Cham architecture.
Nha Trang is the city in harmony: its fine weather, favorite position and friendly people bring it a certain balance. Nha Trang is a perfect tourist destination. As I left, I was reminded of one reason I the place so much. I hope to have chance to come back.
Hoi An is an ancient town down the Thu Bon River, on the coastal plain of Quang Nam Province, for about 30 km south of Da Nang City. Hoi An used to be known as the international market with many different names such as Lam Ap, Faifo, Hoai Pho and Hoi An is the most common one now.
What is special about Hoi An is that this little port town is in an incredible state of preservation. It includes some of the most densely-concentrated sights in Viet Nam with its old streets which are bordered with ancient houses and assembly halls, its pagodas, temples, ancient wells and tombs. In total, there are more than a thousand places of interest. The architecture in Hoi An is characterized by a harmonious blend of Vietnamese, Chinese and Japanese culture. After many centuries, Hoi An is still respectful of its traditions, folk festivals, beliefs and of its sophisated culinary art. Located in a quiet environment, Hoi An is surrounded by peaceful villages famous for crafts such as carpentry, bronze making, ceramic…
Researchers said that most of the buildings in Hoi An underwent restoration at the beginning of the 19th century, even if some of them might be constructed long time ago. The ancient architecture is shown most clearly in the Ancient Town that is located in Minh An Ward. It covers about 2 square kilometers and almost of all famous relics in Hoi An are gathered here. The streets are very short and narrow, having a winding, crossing as the chessboard style. The topography of the ancient town tilt gradually from north to south. The buildings in the old town are built mostly with traditional materials such as: brick, wood and no more than two floors. The trace of time is able to find not only on the architectural design of each building but also everywhere : on the yin-yang roof tiles covered with moss and plants; the old gray mold walls; the pictures carved on a strange animal, or describing an old story… Having inherited a multi-cultural architecture which is so varied and sophisated, Hoi An must have attracted numerous and talented workers in carpentry, ceramics, and woodcarving from China, Japan and other regions of Viet Nam.
For centuries, Hoi An had developed into a melting pot of various nationalities who came to the area, and brought along their own cultures. Accordingly, Hoi An features the co-existence of indigenous customs and habits and those imported by foreign settlers.
Đó là một niềm vui hay niềm hạnh phúc của mỗi người nếu chúng ta có thể sở hữu một căn nhà được thiết kế bởi chính mình. Căn nhà mơ ước của mình không nhất thiết phải là một căn nhà rộng lớn, miễn là nó phù hợp với phong cách sống và tính cách của bản thân mình. Một căn nhà nằm ở ngoại ô của thị trấn sẽ rất phù hợp với mình để tận hưởng một cuộc sống yên bình. Đó sẽ là một căn nhà hai tầng quay hướng đông nam. Căn nhà của mình không thể thiếu một khu vườn rộng được bao quanh bởi hàng nghìn màu sắc của những bông hoa và cây trái. Mình rất thích khi có một bữa ăn sáng hay tận hưởng vẻ đẹp của cảnh vật ban đêm ở trong chính khu vườn của mình. Đơn giản chính là vẻ đẹp, đó là lí do vì sao mình thích có một không gian thoáng đãng hơn là một căn nhà hiện đại. Tuy vậy thì căn nhà của mình cũng cần có đủ những đồ dùng thiết yếu nhất trong nhà tắm, nhà ăn để phục vụ những nhu cầu trong cuộc sống hằng ngày của mình. Thêm vào đó, mình muốn sử dụng tông màu sáng cho căn nhà của mình, đặc biệt là phòng ngủ để khiến nó trông rộng rãi hơn. Căn phòng ngủ sẽ trở nên tuyệt vời và lí tưởng hơn nếu nó có một ban công, nơi mình có thể tận hưởng những hương thơm từ khu vườn cũng như nghe tiếng chim hót vào mỗi buổi sớm. bên cạnh đó, mình cũng có dự định xây một ga-ra và một nhà kho nhỏ. Tóm lại, có một căn nhà phù hợp với phong cách sống của mình sẽ là điều tuyệt vời và lấp đầy những ước mơ tương lai của mình.
My dream house is a large villa. It is near the coast, surrounded by rows of coconut trees and the blue sea. There are sixteen rooms in my house and half of them for relaxation and entertainment. It has a big garage so that I can store my super cars there. My house has wind power or solar energy. I use hi-tech and automa machines such as a smart clock, modern fridge, automa dishwasher and washing machine. They can be controlled by voice and help me tell the time, forecast weather, preserve food and wash dishes and clothes. There is a super smart TV in my house. I might surf the internet, watch my favourite TV programmes from space or contact friends on other planets by this fantas TV. I might also join online classes on TV and not have to go to school.
Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died, but he still expects the miracle to happen, he can return and I met him in a dream.
That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother-of-pearl pomelos, where the wormwood grows close to the ground, the long willow to the flowering mango tree remains as it was when she was young, in the countryside with her grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly he appeared. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: What is your hair white?
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.
Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died but I still expect the miracle happened, the tube can return and I met him in a dream.
That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother pomelos, where tamarind trees grow close to the ground, both plowed long leaves to the mango flowers are still the same as when he was little, in the countryside with his grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly appeared slowly. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: Why is your hair so white?
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.
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