Tiếng Việt
At the end of the year, wildflowers and moss green cover the tiled roofs and crawl on the walls of Hoi An ancient town. Time seems to have just passed. In my busy journey, time wears the clothes of changing seasons…
It seems there are many ways for people to count time and recognize time, but time is still like an invisible giant. We can feel time but we cannot see it move.
But in Hoi An ancient town, time has left its footprints every day. Time stamps on the tile roof and moss wall change with the seasons.
Time here is so full that it feels blurry, so close and real that it’s magical. We can sit on a familiar street corner every day at a fixed time. And every day we will have completely different feelings with new and strange discoveries, even though it may be the same people, the same road, the same tiled roof… That explains why people from all over the world can go to Hoi An many times but still want to come and come back.
Hoi An is small, extremely small in terms of area but deep in an immeasurable dimension of space and time. Hoi An has something very real yet seemingly unreal in every street corner and every person. Hoi An Market’s noisy buying and selling is also gentle and modest. Hoi An Street is short and narrow, but you can’t walk all the way through. People in Hoi An are simple, sincere, and deeply discreet. Discreet but not closed. They have a sophistication in their simplicity, so when they meet and talk, they are gentle, open, and pleasant, as if they have known each other for a long time.
Stepping into the old town feels like entering another space, putting aside worries to slowly walk with time… People are caught in the middle of the flow of time, gently letting themselves be immersed in the slow flow of time. Time is there and passes so people can live with themselves, gently, and comfortably…
It turns out that it’s easy to recognize time, which is to slow down, slow down. Time doesn’t go as fast as we think, it goes slowly and gently, it’s just that we are in a hurry to pass it by, wanting to pass time, so we miss steps and become disoriented to the point of spinning, forgetting about time. Until I suddenly woke up, time had passed, and I was on the other side of life’s threshold. The wind of time had blown through our green hair into a silver head.
Is it true that Hoi An is small enough for people to return to themselves and also wide and deep enough for people to feel small, and humble, to love time, cherish each moment they are living, and Feel the flow of time in silence, see the passage of time and live and devote to the end?
Hoi An people live and feel the passage of time on each tiled roof. In winter, green moss grows green. In spring, flowers and grass laugh on the street roof. In summer, the dry trees become discolored, the wind blows under the intense sunlight, and the blue sky. In autumn, trees and mottled moss dye the roofs and ancient walls green…
Time seems to favor this place to accompany and leave its mark. People come here to refresh themselves with the rhythm of time!
(Vo Kim Ngan)
P/s: Rooftop corner from LAQUE
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