Ho Chi Minhs weather is as good as I have always been. I left the last breakfast before I went to the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, overlooking the colorful city of the morning~ a bowl of Vietnamese river powder, half-rooted baguette, two Vietnamese Spring rolls... Try another authentic Vietnamese taste, like expressing a silent tribute and attachment to this country~ taking off, reading Durass feelings about love and life, watching this The city that is gradually away from me, I want to forcefully leave the traces I have been to. It is like the memory left by Vietnam, like a stunning woman living in a dusty world, always exuding the charm of Saigon lover, and it will not last long.