Not because Da Lat has the power to slow down behavior and thoughts like a drop of pine resin slowly spreading in the afternoon memory.
But because Le Uyen - Phuong have fascinated me for a long time about this land, where happiness is only: "Sit down here, sit down here, away from nightmares...".
Moving is a mandatory process to gather knowledge, with legs constantly moving through different spaces and times, while eyes looking, recording everything extensively exposed to be stored in the retina and memory of the brain.
However, to contemplate, ponder and find the meaning of those knowledge, people need to sit down. The Buddha sat for 49 days under the Bodhi tree to prove his righteousness. Dat Ma sat opposite the 9-year wall to meditate and find the truth.
For those who are enlightened, sitting is a means for them to move towards decisive salvation, from which meditation arises. As for mortals like us, sitting down is simply a temporary act of escaping the disturbances from the fast pace of life surrounding us.
I have a painter friend who sets up a painting workshop in a deserted and deserted place with clouds, wind, and moonlight. However, he considers this his place of meditation, spending hours sitting and admiring areas without anything, and then discovering each stroke of the pen as quickly and strongly as swords dance.
In that alien space, just stepping through the door, closing it, all the noisy sounds outside suddenly disappear like a miracle. Is inside darkness or walls? No, it is an open space of a valley full of light, hills, trees, fields.
Lowering himself to a section of the tree trunk, temporarily calling each other chairs, he was fortunate enough to sit and admire that valley very slowly, very carefully. He followed the fields in that deep valley from when they were still reddish-black in color, until he put on a layered green and then dark green shirt, then turned golden and regained the color of the soil after the harvest.
He also observed a tree that once fluttered with a few leaves until it dispersed, transforming a landscape area. That valley in the morning had a different color, dreamy with foggy clouds covering it, when the sun rose, it was brilliantly displayed with thousands of roses, thousands of greens, until the evening the dark blue mountains were bordered with bright red patches by the sunlight.
The stroll of light, the transformation of colors in that space cannot be grasped and admired if you do not sit on that balcony for hours, days, weeks to observe. Everything passes slowly, slowly but helps to ferment emotions.
The light of happiness sparkles in the artist's eyes because he suddenly sees the miraculous color change in just a split second of the spider silk under the sunset. A super-fast but suddenly frozen moment is recorded, showing the entire spirit of the Tao Hanh Zen master:
Yes, maybe just a little bit.
Otherwise, the whole world won't either
Look at the moonlight, the shadow of the river
Who doesn't have, what does not have?
The state of emptiness but containing all of that is very common in the eyes of those who "know how to sit down here". Remember, during a wandering trip to the Dong Van stone plateau - Meo Vac, while clinging to each corner of the crab, excitedly hearing the sound of tires chewing rocks, suddenly the brake hand pressed.
An "absolutely beautiful" scene is being displayed in front of our group of bikers. Just past a dangerous turnaround, on a precarious guardrail on the deep abyss are two young H'Mong people probably over 30 years old sitting opposite each other, a few meters away are 2 buffaloes grazing grass.
Those are the two copper fellas, leading the buffalo home or from home, it is unclear, only knowing to let the buffalo leisurely graze, while I leisurely sit here freely. They are sitting opposite each other, but they don't look at each other, don't say a word, just let their eyes fall to the bottom of the deep valley, flying to the sky high with the clouds, suddenly appearing and disappearing like a patch of sunshine on the top of the opposite mountain.
There was no sound other than the messy sound of the grass stalks being pulled up and the rustling sound of the wind above and below. A magical "working" space more than anywhere else of the two H'Mong guys made us jealous. And when we looked into their eyes, we only saw deeply clear but full of mountains, river shadows, high sky, white clouds.
Ah, sitting down is a happiness! So, since then, whenever I have an opportunity, I sit down again. Sometimes sitting at a high point, I can see the entire 14-story Me Pja pass (Cao Bang) to sit and admire a herd of goats going from the bottom to the top, through 14 winding steps like goat intestines.
That period of time was absolutely peaceful, the image of the herd of goats was present and lost in every hidden corner, however, one thing became increasingly clear, which was the sound of a goat's wooden stick hanging under his neck. From vo vo sounds like bees flying, small and sharp like needles, then gradually the combination of leng keng, lanh canh, enough thanh, enough duc creating a vague piece of music.
And then the dreamy mornings at Tuyen Lam Lake, getting up early to admire the dawn mixed with the color palette on the lake surface. The eyes still lingering in dreams, shrinking in the morning cold, dropping glances flying like smoke and clouds on the lake surface, which is densely packed with pine trees, suddenly become a radiant orange puddle.
Therefore, every time I touch the resounding pine mountains, I become lazy, completely losing my spirit of bustling and excited. I just want to sit on the soft grass like a dream, leaning against the old pine trees, leaving my eyes wandering like a thick stream of smoke scattered here and there, and then nowhere. Only then can I see Da Lat fully.
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