Pick up the pieces of a dream a canoe floated in central Vietnam

Along Highway 1, the car all the way forward. From hue to continue south to Da Nang, ann. One one picked up on the road, is a piece of dream. Like a kaleidoscope, those left behind thousands of years past, even deja vu and very bright. The ancient capital of three dynasties, the ancient imperial city, the sediment layer upon layer of history. Green, green, like a fog of dark green mountains, with the river water, the world of noise and other peace get along swimmingly with each other, even without a trace.

River water

Is not the modern civilization all erosion pure, noisy and boiling of secular life always in here. The boat into the pier, carrying the harvest, also carrying a fishing joy. Noisy hawkers and acquaintances greeting voice let markets heat up in an instant. Even wet oppressively hot, waft seawater taste in the air, unexpectedly also echoed the mildly leisurely traditional Vietnamese minor.

Noisy and boiling of secular life

Early in the morning, Blue Mountains shrouded in a veil the misty mist, is a mysterious but let person calm and magical color. Improved health posture, dress, the full meaning of Bi, the beautiful is not the Indochina Peninsula and the picture?

Blue Mountains shrouded in a veil of mist misty

Da Nang old Frauenkirche can touch the history, magnificent Nguyen Wangcheng and the emperor's tomb is a deja vu of the glorious past. River misty rain misty as fairyland suddenly born, market noise and farmers or gain by contrast. Two different cultures, to the land of unique charm, let a person can't help to slow down the pace, with the ancient city of breathing.