Sword Lake in the center of Hanoi Capital. The sun is as blue as a flat carpet. Emerging in the middle of the lake, on the green grass is the majestic ancient Turtle Tower. Far away, The Húc bridge is curved like a shrimp leading the way to Ngoc Son Temple. Ancient roof decorated with moss. In the temple there is a very large man on display in a large glass cabinet. Looking back at this tool I remember Ho Guom. King Le Loi returned the sword to the god Kim Quy on Ta Vong lake, Hoan Kiem lake. When summer comes, the tingling sound of cicadas blends with the sound of the birds, creating a harmony that lasts forever. Along the way, my willow rows shine into the lake like girls' long hair falling to make love. On festival days, the lake surface shimmering brilliantly by thousands of lights, the flowers emitting a gentle scent pass on the road. Tomorrow, wherever I go, I will not forget Hoan Kiem Lake - a beautiful landscape - that has been with me throughout my childhood.