Hanoi in autumn is also the time when milk flowers begin to give off a strong fragrance. Anyone who has once come to the land of thousands of years of civilization will probably find it difficult to forget the beauty of the milk flower tree.At the beginning of my small street, there is also a milk flower tree. I don't know when it stood there, but it looked so big. To describe milk flower is not a difficult and complicated thing because it is a familiar and typical tree of Hanoi. Stems tall, upright. It wears a blue, gray and white cotton shirt. The branches are intertwined. The spreading tree looks like a giant green umbrella from afar. The leaves are elongated. Unlike many plants, milkweed leaves grow in a circle of six to seven leaves. Those green circles are concentrated at the tips of the branches. Milk flower tree does not have a season to shed leaves, only sporadically shed yellow leaves, so it is green all year round. The milk flower tree is most beautiful in the fall, because that is the season when the flowers are blooming. Each cluster, each cluster of ivory white flowers races out. Not a single leaf is without flowers.

In autumn, the milkweed tree looks like it has no leaves. The blue umbrella has been replaced by a white umbrella. The tiny flowers form clusters. The scent of milk flowers is intense, slightly pungent. In the early mornings, my whole family often walks along the small street, feeling the wind blowing in the passionate space of milk flowers. Under the tree, sprinkle with tiny flower dots like a smooth white carpet.Milk flower tree is really special. It not only brings shade but also brings the unique scent of Hanoi autumn. When I close my eyes, I know when to turn into the small street of my house. Because at that time there was a scent of milk flowers indicating the way. That is the thing that no verse can describe the milk flower tree but describe the passionate fragrance of milk flower. The fruit tree is a gift from nature to Hanoi, the beloved capital.

My neighborhood is not very crowded, spending almost twenty households. No matter how small, in front of every house, there is a scene of trees, flowers and something very cool and affluent. Uncle Ba's house has a red aspen tree with lots of fruit, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The tree is four meters high, with luxuriant branches and leaves that shade a square yard. The root balances the bucket to carry the water. At a height of two meters, the tree begins to branch, and the tree stands upright. The stem is dark brown, rough, rough to the touch. Long plum leaves. Each leaf, the shirt is more than twenty meters long, the small shirt is also a glove of mine. The leaves are bluish-white, like powdery mildew. In September, butterfly pea flower, white butterfly pea flower, butterfly pea flower. Near Tet, the fruit sublimation is great. The tree hangs innumerable clusters of results, with clusters of two fruits, with clusters of up to three or four fruits. The fruit is fresh when not greenish white, gradually turning pink and crimson. Fresh plums, hanging on the branches in bunches before the wind. With each passing wind, the upturned leaves collided with each other, resulting in a slight decrease in the wind as if hundreds of alarms were emitting the sound of the wind. Uncle Ba extracted proportionately, he pruned low branches, planted roots, plugged in water, analyzed. Thanks to that, the fruit has a rich taste, a light sour taste, crispy flesh, a lot of water, firm but not spongy. Every season when the beans are ripe, the birds come to the flock, we quarrel and eat, and even fall to the yard. Every flower season, Uncle Ba has a little "homegrown" to invite neighbors or distribute to children in the neighborhood. Guests come to my house in the sublimation season, when I come back, I always pick fruit for guests to enjoy. Under the Thang, Uncle Ba set up a set of bamboo and rattan chairs in his spare time with old men to chat, chat or play a chess board or two. In the middle of the city, playing chess, enjoying the cool air, listening to birds hunt, having sweet fruits and green trees is truly a joy that is not equal to anything.

Sometimes I feel like Uncle Ba's ladder is the symbol of my neighborhood because someone asked the house in the neighborhood, but the person just said: "Turn onto the road with trees!" The house seeker will find it right away. Our children enjoyed the sublimation season because at that time, Uncle Ba shared the swimming pool for us, and he had a few children left. The whole neighborhood was happy because there was a ladder.