Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a red. Once, her grandmother was sick, so her mother told her to bring the cake to her and remember to go straight. Do not take a detour or it will be dangerous. Little red riding hood on the road, but because she was giddy, she forgot what her mother told her. She followed the forest path and met wolve. Wolf tricked girl to pick flowers and It went to her grandmother's house and ate her grandmother's flesh. After eating the little girl's grandmother, the wolf put on her grandmother's clothes and lay on the bed waiting for the little red riding hood to arrive. When she arrived, the wolf swallowed her whole. After having a full meal, the wolf fell asleep. At that moment, a good hunter passed by and saw the wolf sleeping on the bed and killed the wolf, saving the red scarf little girl and grandmother. Two grandchildren are happy, reunited together.

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Ngày xửa ngày xưa, có một cô bé quàng khăn đỏ. Có lần, bà ngoại ốm nên mẹ dặn phải mang bánh cho bà và nhớ đi thẳng. Đừng đi đường vòng nếu không sẽ rất nguy hiểm. Bé quàng khăn đỏ đi trên đường nhưng vì ham chơi nên bé đã quên lời mẹ dặn. Cô đi theo con đường rừng và gặp con sói. Sói lừa cô hái hoa và Nó đến nhà bà ngoại và ăn thịt bà cô. Sau khi ăn thịt bà của cô bé, con sói mặc quần áo của bà ngoại và nằm trên giường chờ cô bé quàng khăn đỏ đến. Khi cô đến nơi, con sói đã nuốt trọn cô. Sau khi ăn no, con sói lăn ra ngủ. Đúng lúc đó, một người thợ săn tốt bụng đi ngang qua thấy sói đang ngủ trên giường liền giết sói, cứu cô bé quàng khăn đỏ và bà ngoại. Hai bà cháu vui vẻ, đoàn tụ bên nhau.

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Amidst the immense mountains and forests of Lam Dong province, Dalat, a beautiful town, captivates all those who have been there once. I am one of those.

Dalat is often called the City of Eternal Spring. Flowers of all colors, with many species, the most numerous of which are orchids. More than anywhere else in Vietnam, Dalat sees flowers vie with one another in blossoming in spring. I used to get up early in the morning on fine days to welcome dawn on the highlands. Opening the windows, I had a breath-taking view of nature, and enjoyed the fragrance of wild flowers carried by the clouds, I felt relieved in my heart.

In the late afternoons, I often reserved for visits to the Valley of Love and Sigh Lake covered with quiet pine forests. Twilight on Dalat also brought many pictures and sensations. As a certain poet said, “Dalat is the city of honeymoon, the city of love”.

After two week is rest in Dalat, my health improved a lot. I think in the very near future Dalat will be Switzerland in the South-East Asia. The wind rustling through the pine forests, the roar of waterfalls, the chirping of birds and the clatter of horse ‘s hooves…all of these unforgettable memories always remain with me.

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