Bustling village market
My hometown is a small village along the Cau River, the scenery is quiet and peaceful. Perhaps the busiest time is on market days, when my village is noisy and vibrant.
My village market is a common market for the whole commune, a month has six sessions on the fourth, ninth, fourteenth, nineteenth, twenty-fourth, and twenty-ninth days of the lunar calendar. In the early morning, the market was quite crowded. Groups and groups of people carry heavy loads, from the top of the dike down, from the other side of the river taking a boat to, from the village below, rushing to the market, the sound of conversation is tinny. The road in my village is crowded with people, as crowded as a festival.
The market is held on a large field at the end of the village. Although there is no regulation, the sellers also automatically sit in rows depending on the item. In the middle of the market are dozens of grocery stores. There are needles, combs, mirrors, notebooks, pencils, chalkboards, even light bulbs, teapots, thermos… everything is there. Ready-to-wear clothes are displayed for buyers to see and choose.
At the end of the market is an area for selling rice, corn, beans, peanuts, cassava, potatoes… The merchants buy and collect and transport them to the town. The market corner is a place to sell livestock. The piglets are locked in a basket, looking up at the buyer with their muzzles. The chickens chirped in the cage, idly looking at the strange sight. The ducks were tied up in pairs, flapping their wings from time to time and clacking loudly.
Drive to this corner is a fruit and vegetable shop. Well, all kinds of homegrown plants. The young green kohlrabi tubers still have white chalk, and mustard greens. Red tomatoes in large baskets lined up next to bunches of green and white onions. Oranges, tangerines, sapodilla, guava … fresh, fragrant. It’s not yet December, but the market in my hometown has many stalls selling Tet paintings. The famous Dong Ho village is not far from my village. People buy paintings of chickens, pictures of pigs, paintings of carp looking at the moon to hang during Tet to make their homes more beautiful and wish for a prosperous and prosperous new year.
Perhaps this is the personal preference of the people of Kinh Bac, my hometown, passed down from ancient times. Throughout the morning, a bustling shopping scene took place. The voice of invitation, the sound of bargaining, the noise of praise and criticism, the bustle, it was so much fun! The sun stood still, the market was closed, the line of people carrying burdens followed each other to radiate in all directions. My village is back as quiet as its usual scene.
The countryside and the childhood market
Have you ever been to a market? I was able to go once when I was a child, but until now, the image of that market remains in my mind with sweet memories of the peaceful and quiet childhood countryside.
It was a gentle autumn day. The sky is very blue and clear with pink clouds roaming around. A flock of swallows and a thin white cloud passed over everything. When did my grandmother wake up? When I washed my face, she was working hard on the fire to boil water. This morning, I will go to the market with her. I am extremely excited. My grandma and granddaughter started walking when the dew was still on the canopy of leaves. My grandmother wears a bamboo basket on her head, inside are bunches of vegetables from the garden.
From the house to the market, it takes a while to come. My grandmother was selling vegetables at the beginning of the market and I went inside to see. This market is small, but there are many stalls. The roof of the market is covered with palm sheets. The first row has only four compartments. The first stall sells bread. Long, hot sandwiches. Some children pointed at the cake stall while asking their mother to buy it. The second stall sells donuts, honey donuts the size of three fingers, but we kids love them.
Until now, I can still feel the sweetness of molasses, the fragrant plasticity of glutinous rice flour and the aroma of green beans. And there’s one type of cake that can’t be ignored: the cat ear waffles. A piece of fragrant sticky rice cake made from rice flour, a familiar cake that every time I eat it, I find it strangely delicious. The two ends of the cake are pointed like a cat’s ear, so it is called a cat-ear howling cake. And the fourth stall: this stall does not sell cakes but sells nuggets. The gentle aroma of rice mixed in the scent of the fragrant lotus leaves held my feet by the side of the com.
The market is now more crowded. Busy people coming in and out. Calls to buy, bargain, laugh, ask questions resounded loudly. I went to the meat and fish stall. This is the most crowded row, everyone is closed, there is no way. I slipped through it with difficulty, again being covered, so I only saw round fat fish, perch, and carp circling around in the pot, a few trying to crawl out and fall to the ground. , struggled before being brought back to the pot. The pieces of pork, beef pink fresh, firm, look very delicious, the chickens, ducks are arguing “quack, quack”, “kck, kak” noisy. Then the sound of fighting to buy a delicious piece of meat, the sound of bargaining. All create a lively concert.
The fourth row sells fruits and vegetables. Yellow melons, watermelons are round like piglets. The dragon fruit is red, pink and round. The oranges are round, stout, mouth-watering looking. Plus, the salesgirl was so good that no one bargained for anything. Then there are many vegetables: vegetables, water spinach, lettuce, coriander, basil of all kinds. The fresh, young, green vegetables are still sparkling with night dew. The tops of vegetables flutter before the morning breeze as inviting.
The sun was up, the market was over. The flow of people poured into the street, flowing forever in the vast space. She and I also joined that flow. Out the gate, I saw another thing that I didn’t notice before entering. Under the banyan tree, an old woman with gray hair, a mouth full of chewing betel nut, was sitting next to a canvas with a few packets of peanut candies, marbles, sesame cakes, gourd…, cheap confectionery. But it was a dream for us at that time. Now, there are no more gray-haired old people sitting next to such simple goods.
I have been away from my hometown for a long time and have no chance to return to the old market anymore. Even if I return to my hometown, my hometown has changed. There will be no train that will bring me back to the countryside and the market of my childhood. But forever the image of that market will be a beautiful memory in me.
Flower market on Tet holiday
Spring is the season of trees sprouting buds and blooming flowers. In my hometown as usual, every time Tet comes in the spring, there is a flower market with many flowers gathered here to bloom together, making the atmosphere more exciting in spring.
After a cold winter, all species seem to wake up when spring comes. Spring is also the time to start a new year, everyone jubilantly prepares everything for the upcoming New Year. Cleaning the house, shopping for candies, food…but no matter how busy people are, people in my hometown still spend even a little time visiting the flower market to have the opportunity to admire the splendor, the beauty of the flower market. splendor of all kinds of flowers.
Stepping into the market, one feels like being lost in a wonderland only for beauty. All kinds of flowers gather here and create a beautiful flower market that is only available during Tet. Who can count how many flowers there are. These are roses, but roses also have red roses, yellow roses, white roses; chrysanthemums also have yellow and white daisies, large daisies, small daisies, and purple lilies, carnations, lilies, gladiolus… and of course, a typical flower of Tet holiday. In the North, it is the peach blossom.
There is a large place for peach blossom shops, the place for this flower is also very diverse, there is a large pot of peach trees, there are only small pots depending on everyone’s preferences that will choose to buy. what kind. Every branch, every tree has many beautiful flowers and buds. Because it is the North, the market does not have apricot flowers – the typical flower of Tet that only the South is popular.
Not only real flowers, but this is also the world of fake flowers: plastic flowers, confetti, silk flowers… The rosehips are made of silk and look just like real flowers, and then there are the plastic flower bowls that people have. We often buy them to keep in the glass cabinet, and even the colored tissue paper flower vases made by skillful craftsmen also come here in large numbers.
Called a flower market, the market also sells ornamental plants, typically kumquat trees. The wrong kumquat trees with plump kumquats with yellow orange peels mixed with green fruits weaving in the leaves look really pleasing to the eye, not only that, the market also has floating trees, fortune trees are not indispensable on the altar. The flower market not only sells flowers but also sells vases, vases with various shapes, large and small vases.
This year, instead of my mother going to the market to buy flowers, I went with my father. I went to pick fresh flowers and my dad went to see peaches and kumquats. I buy and choose the largest and most beautiful yellow chrysanthemums for my mother to put on the altar and choose a bunch of fresh flowers such as roses, lapis lazuli, small chrysanthemums… receive guests. After buying flowers, I went to look for my father and found that he had already selected a peach tree and a small kumquat tree because my house was not very spacious.
At home, I still regret not being able to see the flowers a little more and have to wait until next year’s New Year to have them. The flower market is so beautiful, it seems to leave in people’s hearts something called the appearance of a spring day, full of warmth and love.
Every year, every New Year comes, my mother lets me go to the market to buy Tet. These days, Tet market is always very crowded and bustling. But this year’s Tet market left me the deepest impression.
Early in the morning, my mother and I went to the market. In the east, the sun was still sleepy behind the pink clouds. However, the market was already quite crowded. Perhaps everyone wants to quickly choose new items. Each group, each group of people carrying heavy burdens, rushing to the market. The chirping chatter made the whole market noisy and bustling compared to normal days.
Right at the entrance to the market is a stall selling dong leaves. The dong leaves are arranged in large neat, green piles. Next to it are bundles of pipes for splitting and wrapping banh chung. Next is a range of selling dried bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, wood eardrums, etc. and precious medicinal plants such as licorice, amaranth, anise, cinnamon – specialties with the flavor of the mountains. The salesgirls, with their sweet voices like sugar, dared to invite customers to buy.
To the left of the market is the fruit market. The yellow, stout, regular bananas look like crooked fingers spread out. The pomelo is large, round and warm in color, with green leaf stalks intact. Baskets of sweet oranges, brown-gray sapodilla fruit. There is also a bunch of purple grapes with hanging fruit, succulent … All are arranged by the saleswoman to look very pleasing to the eye.
A little bit to the side is a place to sell vegetables, all kinds of homegrown plants. The kohlrabi tubers are still with white chalk, and the mustard leaves are fat. Red, ripe tomatoes are placed in large baskets next to bunches of green onions and white bulbs. Everything is fresh and green. A little further up is the confectionery stall. Jam boxes, candy boxes, cakes decorated with colorful shapes and colors look really eye-catching. Chocolate candies or egg tarts are even more delicious because of that. The beer cans and wine bottles are also adorned with new and more beautiful colors every day. My mother came in to choose two bottles of wine and a pack of cakes to prepare to burn incense.
Stepping out of the confectionery counter, my mother and I went to see clothes at a store opposite. Brocades, colorful woven fabrics make my eyes flutter. Buyers and sellers are noisy and busy. The young girls tried on the things they were going to buy and then turned to each other and giggled. Mom chose for me and Dat each a set to wear for Tet. In the middle of the crowd, my mother and I seemed to be swept away in the greetings.
Wriggle around until you reach the flower shop. Rising to the thick, green foliage are dozens of roses racing to bloom. They put on their crimson, high-class evening gowns with diamonds dotting the brilliant hem. Next to them are chrysanthemums associated with a clear, gentle autumn. The bright yellow flowers, proudly swaying in the gentle breeze, show off their shy, smooth yellow petals. They seem to invite the bees and butterflies to gather.
Ah, there it is! The graceful peach tree with thousands and thousands of young shoots and buds is like countless sparkling candles hidden in the early morning sun. Nestled behind the bright green shirt, the first pink petals have bloomed, welcoming the arrival of Tet. Next to it is a place to sell lanterns. Bright red lanterns for home decoration, wishing everyone a good new year.
This year’s Tet market also sells ornamental fish. The gold fish, black fish dance around, showing off their charm in the fresh water. Near the end of the market is a place to sell livestock. The piglets are locked in a basket, looking up at the buyer with their muzzles. The flock of chickens licked their feathers as smooth as silk, chirping in the cage, lazily looking at strange scenes. The ducks were tied up with their feet in pairs, occasionally flapping their wings and then making a loud “cuck… clack” sound. The older sister dreamed of “clum… cue” for a long time when she was lost. Then the sophisticated pig guy also followed “uh…ouch”. All made the market more noisy.
Oh, that’s fast! So came the last shop of the market. It is a shop selling couplets and Tet paintings. On the soft, crimson silk ribbons are poems flying and butterflies that understand people’s feelings. The paintings of chickens, pigs, and carp looking at the moon are very interesting to the people where I live. People buy them to make their homes more beautiful and luxurious, wishing for a happy and prosperous new year. It is an elegant pleasure.
Now, the market is crowded with thousands of people and my mother and I have finished viewing all the items. My mother and I quickly walked home with a lane full of things. Tet market this year is so much fun! The joy at Tet market followed in the footsteps of my mother and me to the door. I hope next year’s Tet market will see more new things.
A market in the Midlands
My hometown is Hoa Binh city, a small city in the northern mountains, the name evokes peace and simplicity. The most famous place in my hometown is probably Hoa Binh hydroelectric dam, but there is another place that many people know about that is Nghia Phuong market. The market was established ten years ago and is a gathering place for many traders.
Nghia Phuong Market before it was built was a spontaneous market of people. They poured into roadside trade, causing congestion and danger to people in traffic, so the local government built a market to create favorable conditions for people to buy and sell.
The market is built beautifully, with a large area, divided into many well-organized stalls. The market is divided into 10 main rows: the first two rows trade in clothes and crop goods, the next four rows trade in food and vegetables; The next two rows sell local produce, the other and the last part of the market is for poultry and seafood. With such a reasonable division, creating favorable conditions for buying and selling in the market.
Nghia Phuong market in my hometown is not divided into main sessions, because it is a large market, it is always crowded with buyers and sellers and the market is especially crowded on Sundays. These days the market becomes crowded and bustling like a Tet market. The market meets at 3 am, when the night is still covered, the fog spreads throughout the village and alley, in the street, you can hear the voices of people going to the market. Cars carrying flowers, the sound of pigs squealing, ducks quacking, etc., all over the streets, they sounded very busy. At that time, it was a market for wholesalers, who brought large cars and small cars to sell to small shop owners.
Near morning the market was less crowded, the big merchants took advantage of eating cakes and bowls of vermicelli, waiting for the mothers and grandmothers to go to the market to sell retail goods. It was dawn, the night dew had almost dissipated, and people began to clearly see groups of people carrying lanes to the market. At this time, mothers and grandmothers go to the market to buy food for the whole family for the day. Everyone was excited, in a hurry, quickly choosing the freshest and most delicious items to put in their baskets. Just a moment ago, the market was dotted with a few people, now it is as tight as a mortar, there is no place to squeeze.
At the clothing stall, people went in and out in droves hoping to find their favorite clothes. Colorful, colorful clothes on the shelves are hung up and down in a row. At the bakery gift shop, the golden donuts are laced with sugar or sprinkled with fragrant sesame seeds, how attractive are the small banh chung with a smoky hand in the pot. The children followed their parents to the market, when they came to the gift shop, they swooped in and refused to go anymore.
Passing the row of pork stalls, the knives are sharpened and shiny, the hands of the vendors handing out fresh pieces of pork to customers, even the most demanding customers cannot. can criticize. The most ingenious is that the buyer wants to get as many pounds as the salesman can cut exactly without mistake, just like a magician. Going a little further is to the local produce stall, here selling specialties of my hometown Hoa Binh. It is a wine that, when drunk, is as light as drinking water, but makes people ecstatic.
The amniotic oranges, ripe and shiny, are delicious Cao Phong oranges, famous everywhere. Or the fragrant rice bars with the smell of upland sticky rice. Who can walk past without stopping to buy these specialties. Just like that, the whole morning, buyers and sellers went in and out incessantly. Until nearly noon, when the sun was high, the hot sun began to creep in, the market gradually became less crowded. People began to clean up, collect and check the goods, some people took advantage of the rush to eat the cake and calculate the profit of today.
People asked each other, laughed and talked to each other, the smiles were so refreshing and joyful. Soon the market ended, the noise and bustle that just a few minutes ago disappeared completely. The market returned to its peaceful appearance. Every time I go to the market, it always brings me new feelings. Looking at the scene of people doing business, my heart is extremely happy because everyone’s life is improved, fuller, happier.
Bustling country market
The country market is different from the hustle and bustle of the city market, and today I can go back to my hometown to enjoy that peaceful atmosphere. As soon as I got out of the blanket, I saw everyone in the village inviting each other to go to the market, pedestrians, people carrying goods, the scene of the market appeared in my eyes so dearly.
My hometown market is located at the beginning of the village, next to the Red River with clear blue water. Every day, the market meets from early morning when the rooster has not crowed until the sun’s shadow has set. The main market is only available on the 6th, 10th, 16th, 20th, 26th and 30th of every month. At the main market, the goods sold here are very diverse and rich. From dawn, the vendors brought goods to the market to display their goods, everyone expected to find a good seat and sell a lot of goods.
The morning was clearer, the people who came to buy began to come to the market, around 6am the market was crowded and bustling. Looking back from afar, we can already feel the joy going on inside. In addition to goods, there are also noodle shops in the market, with a fragrant, smoky pho flavor, inviting diners to turn into the restaurant. Pho in my hometown is both cheap and delicious, making everyone want to stop by the restaurant to enjoy the food of their hometown.
The countryside market not only appears sellers and buyers but also babies with red and blue clothes following their parents to the market. Everyone has a smile on their face. Seeing that the market was crowded and had many beautiful items, the children kept running around, shouting with delight. Grandmothers, mothers and sisters are choosing to buy necessary items for the family such as baskets, pillows, and electrical appliances. The butcher shop is crowded with buyers, fresh meat, fish pots with big, swimming fish.
Walking around the fruit market, I want to eat ripe pears and guava… I see in my mind the image of a farmer who has to spend a day or two to create them, we have to gratitude to the farmers. Not only that, my hometown market also has a variety of delicious cakes, banh chung, donuts, glutinous rice cakes, etc. Whenever I go to the market, I also have to enjoy one of those cakes and they have made me remember forever. The characteristic of my hometown market.
All the goods sold here are boldly colored, the taste of the domestic grasslands is crystallized from the soul of the countryside and the soul of the earth. There are also people who go to the market not to shop, but to go for a short walk, comment or go to the market. In the afternoon, people come to the market gradually, until the end of the afternoon, when the sun disappears behind the mountain, the market melts.
The village market took place very crowded and bustling, it showed the full prosperity of the people in my hometown. I consider myself very lucky to be born in this countryside and have the opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the countryside market, I will go back to my hometown more often to enjoy this feeling.
My hometown market is so beautiful!
A new day begins with the bustling rooster crowing – a sign of the beginning. I got up and went to the gym to exercise and saw a group of people carrying goods across the street. I suddenly realized that today is the market day – the place located in the center of Loc Binh town. I involuntarily thought of the joyful atmosphere going on. The bustle is indispensable in every market. For a moment, I realized: my hometown market is so beautiful!
Indeed, if anyone has the opportunity to come to Loc Binh, it is as if there is a miracle that they do not want to leave this place, because the market is located on the Ky Cung river, giving the market a feeling of joy through each of its rhythms. The market usually meets once every five days from early morning when the rooster crows until the sun’s shadow has set. In the early morning, the farmers diligently brought their goods to the market to sell, hoping to find a good seat and sell a lot of goods.
Around 6 a.m. the market was crowded. Now the merchants, the sellers, the buyers, all were flocking towards the center of town. At the very beginning of the market one can also feel the joy going on inside. The smell of glutinous rice, the smell of rice noodles, wafts out as if inviting diners to turn into the restaurant. Indeed, Pho Loc Binh is both cheap and delicious, making everyone want to stop by the restaurant to enjoy the food of their homeland.
The sun rose gradually and then popped up until the end, shining bright sunlight, the forest blazed down but still couldn’t stop the flow of people below. For children, going to the market with their parents is a pleasure, they are dressed in beautiful, colorful clothes by their parents to mingle with the busy crowd. The sound of chatter resounded with the shouts that reverberated throughout the market.
Grandmothers, mothers and sisters are choosing to buy the most delicious rice grains for their families. The children gathered at the confectionery shop, choosing for themselves the best candies. Consumer electrical goods do not stop customers. The fruit shop is my favorite place. When I look at the plums that still have white powder, and the dew still on the leaves, I can feel the farmer’s early awakening to get such large, round, succulent plums. The red-pink apples, the heavy earthy oranges are brought here by merchants to serve the people.
Below are the shops selling school supplies such as pens, rulers, colors… The tea shops are an ideal place to stop to reduce the heat of summer. Clothes for the elderly, middle-aged and young people are colorful, red, purple, yellow.. very good looking. The market is more crowded when going down to the place to buy and sell cattle and poultry, the pink piglets are squealing as if they are missing their mother. How cute are those “baby” chickens, “baby” ducks with golden feathers. The meat is still fresh, peachy pink.
All the goods sold here are full of flavor, the taste of the domestic grassland is crystallized from the soul of the country, the soul of the earth and then like to go to heaven to enjoy. There are also people who do not shop, but go to see, comment or go to the market. Towards the end of the afternoon, when the sun disappeared behind the mountains, the market melted.
Everyone has a countryside born, so everyone has the image of the countryside market in their hearts. Everyone has a childhood, wishing for their grandmother, mother, sister to come back to have gifts, sometimes just a candy, sometimes even more delicious than expensive specialties. I will never forget the village market – where I was born. It left an indelible impression on my mind.
Floating market on the river
My hometown is located on a tributary of the Tien River. Most of the people here live floating and floating on the river throughout the four seasons. From farming to fishing to the wholesale market, it all takes place on the river. The floating market is bustling with boats and boats, unlike the markets in the lowlands that meet on flat land.
My house is on the riverside, near the market, so early in the morning I heard the noise and couldn’t sleep. The boats downriver bring the goods up and then pick up the goods in the reverse region to the lower market to sell to customers at the downstream. On the contrary, people in the opposite region also row the boat down early to buy fresh food in this market below. Large and small boats parked like a bow.
The market is like a floating island held still by hundreds of poles standing upright on the river. The boat market is like a floating supermarket. Here people display all kinds of items: vegetables, fruits, meat and fish, household items, clothes, luxury goods… even each needle and thread are also sold here.
The market is crowded and difficult to move, so people have to sell by advertising in large quantities. As loud as the cries of fruit vendors: “Tasty apples! Delicious apples here. Six and a half thousand a kilo of commercial do, me do”. Shoppers follow that ad, whatever they like, they call the boat to come. I also found the market to be too noisy, but after a long time, I got used to the sound of so many ads that I could hear the goods I needed to buy very clearly.
Floating water market is portable and convenient, but only one problem is causing environmental pollution. No wonder this time last year the boat owners gathered together to set up a toilet station to keep the business long. It is true that since the day the uncles and aunts cleaned the whole market, everyone in the house felt very secure. Live close to the city market. So, wherever I go, I miss the floating market so much, I miss the familiar voices on the river.
Phong Dien Floating Market
Can Tho has many very strange floating markets, very fun. Cai Rang Floating Market, Phong Dien Floating Market, Phung Hiep Floating Market… Each floating market has its own unique and very attractive features, but my favorite is Phong Dien floating market.
Phong Dien floating market is about 17 kilometers from Can Tho city center. This place can be bought individually because it is next to a large market on the shore. Each boat here hangs a pole dangling from the bow of the boat, called a tree. On the vast river surface, boats are densely packed, bobbing, boats buying and selling are noisy, noisy, not always market-goers and shoppers can approach the seller’s boat.
Just look at the tree from afar and know what fruit the boat sells, what it sells, then skip the boat and bring the boat to buy what you need. It can be said that the tree is a sign, introducing the oldest and most convenient items on the floating market. Hanging mango trees sell mangoes, hanging oranges, selling oranges, hanging mango trees, selling custards… But there are ones hanging that don’t sell.
River dwellers live on boats, clothes, pots and pans hang dry in the corner of the boat. There is a market that is crowded and noisy, even though it is a floating market, but there are many things that are not hung but sold. Go to the floating market a few times and you will get used to it. Phong Dien Floating Market has many drinking stalls, from afar we can see the smoke rising, the sweet fragrance emanating. The noodle shop, the vermicelli shop, the porridge shop, the rice shop… is a small canoe, rowing and squeezing into the place where someone calls. Coffee shops, iced glasses, sticky rice balls, drinks… all serve “God” at the place.
A sauteed plate, a bowl of noodle soup, a full glass of wine… the seller, the buyer, the giver, the receiver, cheerful, rustic, friendly. No one bargained, bargained. Nothing is missing. Machine repair services, gasoline sales, weight repair, groceries, medicines, shops selling salted fish sauce, rice and rice … are all available to serve the lives of residents on the river. There is a barber shop and a nail salon. There is a fragrant song of cai luong singing.
There are many funny, strange and familiar images: there is a cat, a dog with ears perched on the bow of the boat, two or three children chasing each other with topless clothes, jumping from boat to boat, and a sister selling goods. Just nursing a baby, an old woman wearing a bandanna sat chewing betel nut… Boats, canoes, boats… like a loom, back and forth, bustling without clashing or colliding. Voices, greetings, and buying and selling sounds loudly in a river.
In the early morning on Hau Giang river, hundreds of boats, hundreds of boats and canoes go up and down, back to the same wharf. Agricultural products, fruits are full of boats and boats. The chanting was far away, the sound of the waves echoing, loud and bustling in the mist. Until midday, Phong Dien floating market gradually fades and becomes deserted. Come back to Can Tho, even just once to go to Phong Dien floating market to feel a little bit of the river’s aftertaste of the Southwest region. A distant land of the beloved Motherland.
Market in imagination
On the morning of the twenty-eighth of December, I cleaned and decorated the house, so I couldn’t go to the Tet market in time. At night, I was too tired because I had to work all day, and as soon as I got into bed, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed that I was going to the market with my mother.
In the early morning, the market was bustling. Different from usual. Tet market is crowded with thousands of people, packed with aisles. People passing by crowded, crowded like a festival. In which many people come to the market not to buy or sell anything, but simply to enjoy the taste of Tet. Here, the goods are countless. The first row is the fruit. Flowers are overflowing, flowers of all shapes and sizes, flowers in layers like a bright fire in space.
From bright yellow chrysanthemums like little suns, graceful roses like a princess, to colorful carnations: Red, orange, yellow… Each flower has a fragrance and color. seductive color. Fruit is surprisingly abundant. Watermelons are piled up in large piles. The large and round melons lie neatly like a herd of piglets. The succulent oranges, the tangerines that stand out against the crimson background of the shiny red-skinned apples, look delicious. Grapefruit is wrapped in a layer of red glossy paper, on which many details are drawn symbolizing luck and peace.
Entering the market, I was attracted by the clothing store. The salesgirl was smart and skillful, so she found the clothes she liked, and my mother and I agreed to buy them right away. Besides, there are piles of brand new fabrics that still smell like yarn. Leaving the clothing store is the bakery, jam, and candy store. This place gives off a sweet, enticing aroma to buyers. This is pumpkin jam, coconut jam… then marshmallows, fondant. The plump lotus seeds are covered with a layer of white granulated sugar to create a fragrant, fragrant lotus jam. Rose-shaped chocolates, candies with colorful wrappers. Next to it is a shop of banh chung and banh tet. The cake was wrapped very carefully by the seller.
Going deeper is where the food is sold. Pork, beef, chicken, duck, shrimp, crab, fish… are all delicious, nutritious and very fresh foods. Buyers here are also very crowded and busy. Vegetables are also plentiful. These are water spinach, cabbage, cauliflower, peas, onions, carrots, long and large cucumbers,… Outside, I noticed the semi-synthetic range where the place to sell. Flower pots and ornamental plants are displayed in the largest area of land. Pots of kumquats have ripe yellow fruit. Bright apricot pots with five-petaled flowers. Everything blends in with the morning sun.
While walking, I observed, in the trading scene, people did not feel tired. The crowd is like a party. Loud voices, laughter, and buzzing. Dreaming in the atmosphere of the Tet market, I suddenly woke up by the call of my mother. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother standing at the door, two large and heavy bags in both hands. I rushed to the door to help my mother carry things into the house. It was a surprise when my mother bought me new clothes and shoes. And there’s even a pot of apricots! I happily smiled thinking about the dream of going to Tet market with my mother.