Now that I'm older, I still like to go shopping for Tet with my mother, like the feeling of her pulling my hand and weaving through streets filled with people...

Mom always goes first, I follow behind, eyes looking everywhere, inhaling all the scents of Tet - the fragrant smell of fresh flowers, the smell of freshly cut fruit, the smell of sweet cakes and jams and even the "smell" of mixed joys. Business is spreading in the atmosphere at the end of the year.

After walking for a while, mother and daughter stopped in front of a certain stall. Mom attentively looked at and carefully selected each item. I stood next to it, occasionally pointing at a few items, asking my mother if she needed to buy them.

Even after many years, the feeling of accompanying my mother to the Tet market is still really enjoyable, and is still something I always want to keep. With my mother, everything is so gentle and peaceful...