You ask me what freedom is? It is the fireworks-filled Hanoi

Freedom is stepping out of Youyi Pass, wrapped in the roar of motorcycle engines, full of passion It is the flowing scenery woven by street traffic, pedestrians and vehicles weaving through gaps in tacit harmony, a relaxed order in chaos🏍️ It is the sun heating the asphalt road, the air mixed with the aroma of coffee and rice noodles, the bustling life hitting you face to face Freedom is the train tracks embedded in the heart of the bustling Train Street, waiting for a thrilling rush🚂 It is holding your breath with a camera, watching the train brush past the eaves, the wild echo of metal clashing with the wind It is the shouts of street vendors by the tracks rising and falling, the coolness of iced coffee melting on your tongue, a moment both thrilling and pleasant Freedom is a coffee stall every five steps, the warmth and healing held in your palm☕ It is the dense milk foam of egg coffee wrapped in caramelized aroma, the delicate bubbles rising when stirred, a wonderful satisfaction without any eggy smell It is sitting on a low stool on the street, watching passersby, drinking a cup of coffee to wash away all the hurried laziness Freedom is Hoan Kiem Lake at dusk, with waltz melodies drifting in the evening breeze💃 It is the light figures of white-haired elders and young couples hand in hand, spinning in the square, the elegance of swirling skirts It is not having to deliberately follow the rhythm, just swaying with the music, eyes filled with a burning love for life Freedom is the melodious sound of the single-stringed instrument in the Thang Long Water Puppet Theater🎶 It is the vivid puppets on the water screen, farmers plowing fields, dragons soaring, embodying a thousand years of craftsmanship It is the tacit cooperation between musicians and puppeteers, every move perfectly timed, the exhilarating applause Freedom is casting aside the label of "dirty, messy, and chaotic," measuring the streets with open steps It is the warmth of a bowl of hot rice noodles after being enthusiastically entangled by vendors It is finding comfort in the noise, encountering poetic surprises in the bustling market Freedom in Hanoi is never about deliberately seeking tranquility It is the passion in the sound of motorcycles, the laziness in the aroma of coffee, the ease in the dance, the craftsmanship in the puppet show It is knowing it’s not perfect, yet still being moved by this passionate life✨ Freedom is letting go of prejudice to feel the many faces of a city It is finding relaxation and love in the fireworks of everyday life May you also break free from your bonds, and in the scenery you love, meet your own steaming-hot freedom～🌿 Train Street