Hometown

Our home town is the beautiful and quite place in Huong river and Ngu mountain's area. When the dawn arrives, many of small boats from Dong Ha's wharf flow of stream to the bottom, overcome Boc Thanh isle, tour guests will hear many noises come from market, at the bridge, toot cars, music gradually pulling verticle at a distance, then the sense of sudden of just leaving the market blatant that go to a rural solitary place. In the opposite side with the top head of that isle, is Vi Da village.
Several months ago a couple brought together from North had rented the house in that village. They only have a servant. All the belongings are just a lonely bed, a table and four chairs. Talk about communication with that family is too little: not so many times have familiar people come to play over. The neighbors usual whispering and tell: why those husband and wife have to come here? There are curious people ask the servant is just only know that him stranger past the law degree, before work like journalism and write books in Hanoi.
The house they rented small and no floor but has a big garden surrounded around. The afternoon yellow light of declining sun reflected on glittering jack fruit's leaves and the wind's rustling noise soft and low in the crown of green leaves and fresh alternative with intermix of bean-tree's branches having full of light purple flowers, making the appearance to increase as confidential and cause everyone to look back and thought it was deserted garden, because the front gate, the back gate is usually seen closing