(QBĐT) - June has just arrived when summer has ripened. The whole world and sky put on a bright sunny cloak. June comes and gently touches the exam seasons, touches uncertain eyes, touches hidden things that cannot be said. Worries, hopes and dreams for the future keep mingling together, making the excitement and anxiety surge in the hearts of students. And then when it leaves, June opens up for people so many forks in the road, small doors, wide and long alleys or even future avenues. So that we can always remember and dream of June!
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In the circle of twelve months, June leaves its mark with brilliant colors, rich scents and imprints in childhood memories. We always dream of June with the bright yellow of long, wide sunshine. No longer the dreamy sunshine like in early March, June's sunshine is the right season of ripening sunshine, the hot sunshine that burns the hands so that the fruit trees in the garden can grow the dreamy color and the fragrant honey! That sunshine is the symbol of the whole summer, so that every time we mention June, our minds are always shaped by the unforgettable sunshine.
June shines with the overlapping green of thousands of trees and leaves. The trees shrink through the cold winter, gently sprouting spring buds, so that now summer has come and spread their green wings endlessly. The life sap accumulated for so long has now poured all its fresh green onto the foliage and on the background of that fresh green is the passionate red of the royal poinciana, the endless purple of the lagerstroemia and the brilliant yellow of the butterfly pea flowers. The trees seem to be drained of all their life sap to dedicate to the summer the bright, radiant colors of their flowers. June is beautiful, the whole season is beautiful thanks to the colors of the flowers.
June also allows us to freely admire the high blue sky without a single cloud, and the vast sea without a single fierce wave. Standing before the vast ocean and under that vast, unfathomable space, sometimes makes us feel so small that we think we can see through the vast universe from the ground. Our wandering thoughts and childhood dreams may have been shaped from those times of admiring the sea and sky in June!
June brings with it afternoons that call for early storms. The sun is shining brightly, the wind is singing loudly, then clouds gather. Each black cloud carries heavy water jars, blocking the sun. The whole sky darkens in an instant. Then after a long while of thunder and lightning, the rain pours down, washing away all the dust and dirt, the rain cools the trees and leaves, the rain brings back the coolness to the sky and earth after a long day of swaying in the sun.
In June, the fields rest and wait for the new crop. The village fields resound with the laughter and quarrels of children. Without having to worry about studying, without worrying about taking extra classes for exams, the country children rush out to the fields like calves released after many days of being locked up. While the buffaloes graze freely, the children play tag, play mock battles, fly kites, catch fish, and roll around on piles of straw. The sun gradually sets, the poor neighborhood has a wisp of smoke rising from the kitchen, but the laughter still hasn't stopped. Everyone is disheveled and dirty, the smell of fields, straw, and sweat mixed with the smell of greasy hair. How many rustic games, how many memories of my childhood were filled in this field.
June carries with it the promise of exam season, so while the villagers are taking a break between the days of crop rotation, the children are temporarily away from their books and enjoying the summer vacation. Meanwhile, the students are still studying hard, trying to figure out the future amidst the uncertainty of many crossroads. I have also gone through many exam seasons in June. There were also long nights of studying, waking up early in the morning to read the outline. There were also hopes, wishes and aspirations. There was also confusion in choosing the path.
My future was once in the long days of June, in the pressure of thoughts that made my mind dizzy but I never had the thought of letting go, never giving up. Because I clearly understood, my mother's face was dark from the sun, my father's shirt was white with sweat, every day in the fields was exposed to the sun and rain, also to reduce my brothers' suffering. As long as my future was not covered in mud, not covered with straw, they would be happy. They never told me a word of expectation, did not create even the smallest pressure. But everything, everything they did was already an expectation. Those unspoken expectations made me even more tormented, telling myself to try harder.
June comes and goes quietly, leaving behind unforgettable emotions in people's hearts. It can be sweet memories of carefree summers. It can be sadness and joy, uncertain choices, and wavering between many crossroads. And then later, after having traveled many long and wide roads, immersed in the cycle of time, our hearts still linger and remember June.
Source: https://baoquangbinh.vn/van-hoa/202506/bang-khuang-thang-sau-2226735/
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