Winter comes late in Hanoi

NDO - This year's winter comes later than usual, satisfying the excitement of many people who love the cold of Hanoi .

In early December, the weather was still sunny like summer, making many people worry that Hanoi's winter had "lost its way".

But after only a few days, the first cold of the season suddenly came and was cold enough to remind us: Hanoi has really entered winter!

The early cold of the season always brings a very unique feature of Hanoi. Just a gust of winter wind blows, the streets are very different. Coats appear, the cold breath blows into every corner of the street.

When winter comes, the pace of life in Hanoi seems to slow down, the city seems to sleep more soundly. When talking about winter in Hanoi, we cannot help but mention the drizzly and windy days.

The light rain indifferently covered everything with a layer of mist, making Hanoi even more quiet and ancient. On the streets, street vendors carrying baskets full of flowers still silently passed by, softening the cold with their brilliant colors.

The glowing charcoal stoves next to small roadside shops are always crowded, a place for people to get closer together.

For young people, winter is an opportunity to go out and capture beautiful moments of the city. Meanwhile, the elderly often find a quiet corner in the old town, sip a cup of hot tea, and listen to the slow breath of winter.

Hanoi winter is quiet, gentle and sharp. Even simple moments like walking together are enough to warm the heart in the typical cold of Hanoi.

For those who have lived here, winter is like a slice of memory. It is the feeling of cold seeping into the skin, the image of Hoan Kiem Lake in the mist, or the cold, damp mornings with a cup of coffee by the roadside.

Hanoi in winter, though late, still retains its inherent beauty. It is the season for the city to slow down, for people to get closer, and for those far from home to feel homesick once more.

Nhandan.vn

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