I have found peace in Halong bay Vietnam

A gently mist covering every blade of grass trees, getting on each stone, king of the red sails in the late afternoon to dark. Most boats drifting into silence, the heart of the bay. Minute deposition time as we stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating not miss a beat in the chest.I walked up the ship, the other end sounded questions and voice their sick sick sailors of old: "Oh, Uncle, and HaLong Bay Vietnam beach is always calm peaceful as that?". "Not in Asia, with the sea that the lack of time they lodge, but the storm passed, it is pretty hard, because he knew his love, to love those who live in its heart, know the pain disappeared and dispel that alone of those who seek ".So in Ha Long, I found I was full of life, faith in myself, I have to love yourself. 
 

Waves through the fishing village put wreckage, wind brought long long breath of salty sea, blown into the sun-bleached shirt wind force on the mast seconds, and plug the red flag flying high. Some fishermen fishing parody turning ceiling light from the bay shrimp and crab farming gaining weight, resilient eyes, smile us Ha, sweat standing waiting for the wind resource on the dry side. The rippling arm drag on nearby boats.A boy sitting under canopy cover reading, brown hair, tanned forehead flyaway aircraft. A puppy stands on tail waving friends just barking "Oac Oac" luynh Quynh as happy. Nearby a floating market, a small boat filled with fresh flowers fresh fruit, red green purple yellow colorful floating together, the woman rowing skill, bright smile. I could not find strange is that my heart happy. I know HaLong bay, such as a heart to share, and make sure that when most thunderstorms heart, I will seek affection of the place.

 
Sailor pointing at the island, the action. The light flashed off going outside as opening a magical realm within the small shops. Obviously I stepped foot on the ground that looks like not. Hundreds of strange shapes to attract the eyes and all my senses. The polished stone blocks forming, which is adjacent the couple suddenly my feelings of love. This is a work of nature but as a symbol of the traditional beliefs, made me ponder the power grow ever lasting. These elected milk, stretch rounded, nurturing the older, makes me think of old mother, and spiritual motherhood ...The association suggests that the landscape should be from this place is to make us feel full of life. Feeling cool blanketing Thien Cung, Dau Go cave, the sound of each drop of water that fell into the rhythm "Hair Hair" as a soothing mauve light mingled in mysterious Shining. This is not a dream but a real plane. A real fascinating realm, a gift of nature. Long walk in the sweet realm of this, it seems that all wounds will heal it.

Then hang the last sunshine of harmony, throne groggy from wild grass smell mixed with flavorful places open blue sky and ocean. I lay on the deck, face up to the country watched the sky, such as open heart endless. Boat adrift under the albatross wings tossed chao, blue and white clouds floating cotton also went on the evening meal is a net into the bay very quickly.The sailor steering the ship, I turned around to sit up, immerse yourself in this vast chasms place last. The Hon early emergence, in the twilight of a dark green eyes. Hon Lu Huong as hard burned up the last bit of sunlight a day. Stone Dog Island, Con Coc islet taciturn looked at each other. Double drum head on the roof together in peace. Lim late afternoon sun go fast, just double orbits bore through each tip projection heaving stones into the water, a seemingly light can be picked up from the water, but can only feel, can not be videotaped.