The cold rain at the beginning of the season poured down the ancient eaves, making the small old town of Hoi An seem to shrink. Somewhere the cry of the night rang, stirring up the whole sky: "Who is banh chung, cake is thick?". Perhaps, people in the country as well as abroad do not know Hoi An: an old town, simple, rustic, located about thirty kilometers from the center of Da Nang city. Hoi An was recognized by UNESCO as a World Cultural Heritage in 1999.
Entering the old town, visitors will be amazed at an isolated world. Not a roar of vehicles, noises coming from factories or factories, or bright, colorful ne-on lights. All has receded, space and time seem to settle on the old mossy roof, the old wooden houses, Cau pagoda, Fujian Assembly Hall, Guangdong, are quietly, quietly exist for people to remember a past. Here, tourists can also enjoy rustic dishes and visit traditional craft villages, meeting "ancient" people. Not only that, visitors can also make themselves a ceramic vase, cup, cup, or cup as a gift for relatives.
The intensity of light has decreased, but the flame of enthusiasm of each person still rises strongly when passing through the old town. Look at the old roofs, the women in white ao dai working in the lanterns, or two silver-haired old men who compete with chess, sipping tea, also under the shimmering lights. , that illusion. It seems humans are going back in time to live with things that once existed. On festival nights, people often organize playing crutches, tug of war, and many other folk games. Tourists as well as old town people participate enthusiastically and enthusiastically, creating a bustling scene and full of vitality for the city. The words to say goodbye to rice, to hang out, resounded on the boats in the empty night. The girls in the bra, gentle and elegant, touched the hearts of many travelers.
Perhaps, the most beautiful time of Hoi An ancient town is at night. This small neighborhood becomes more romantic and deep, bearing a nostalgia, which is hard to describe. The Initiative to restore the lantern in the fall of 1998 has had a surprising effect. In the evening, about twenty hours later, every resident of the old town returned to life three hundred years ago. They voluntarily turned off all the ne-on lights, replacing the faint light emanating from the lanterns. Chinese-style round, hexagonal lights hang at the door, and Japanese canes or long tubes fluttering white paper hanging on the eaves. On the night of the festival, everyone had to turn off all electrical equipment. However, they do not feel inconvenient because of thisHoi An has become a legend, an indelible mark of history, of those who have ever set foot here. Hoi An will forever exist in our mind, for people to live with the past, the simple beauties of the past.
