Summer morning

The chirping of sparrows on the betel nut trees by the porch woke me up. I got up and opened the door. Unlike previous days when a thick mist still lingered over the fields, and the house was still pitch black, making it difficult to see the road, today, even at five o'clock, it was already bright. May had arrived; as our ancestors said, "In May, the night is bright before you even lie down."

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Stepping out into the early morning, I walked through the lane lined with bougainvillea, its delicate pink blossoms hanging down like broken hearts. This is the season of bougainvillea, radiantly graceful. I reached out and lifted a low cluster of flowers, as if greeting the new day, then continued on the path winding through the fields. The bougainvillea reminded me that time had passed, and the years had gone by. With the changing seasons, the familiar path looked different. On either side, the white cosmos blossoms bloomed in patches as beautiful as a white lace ribbon with a touch of bright yellow bordering the green dress of a young girl. Even more beautiful were the rows of yellow cassia trees planted straight along both sides of the road. As the sun came out, the flowers burst into clusters of bright yellow, captivating passersby. The early summer morning had the power to produce inspiring vitamins. The scent of fresh straw mingled with the fragrance of flowers and grass carried on the gentle breeze, making the country road fragrant and richly scented. Relaxing all my cells and walking without a thought, the feeling was truly pleasant and refreshing. I walked, taking deep breaths of the pure essence of nature, as a way of thanking life…

I excitedly followed the road winding around the town center. A section bordered a field of blooming crape myrtle trees, their blossoms reaching up like purple candles. Further on, a few flame trees were in bloom, their clusters of flowers glistening red in the sunlight. Everywhere I went, the sound of cicadas accompanied me. Especially when I passed the junior high school, under the banyan and sandalwood trees planted all over the schoolyard, there wasn't a single student in sight, only the buzzing of cicadas. The cicadas' chirping was so loud and dense that I thought a cicada was perched on every leaf. I'd heard cicadas before when I was a child, but never seen so many. Perhaps it was because this charming town, nestled beside cool fields, with its open space and lush foliage, that the cicadas flocked here to sing their songs?

After completing my usual walk around the garden, I returned home just as the sun was rising, illuminating the small garden in the morning sunlight. A flock of sparrows flitted from branch to branch, chirping and playing from the guava tree to the star fruit tree. The sparrows were bold and unafraid of people. I stood so close to them that I could reach out and touch their soft, silky feathers. Ignoring their owner's admiring gaze, the pair continued their carefree chirping and affectionate banter. Their feathers, soft as silk and smooth as velvet, shimmered in the sunlight. Strangely, the morning sun's rays helped to reveal the full beauty of everything.

I stepped out into my own garden after being awakened by the sun, carefully examining each branch and blade of grass. The fresh morning air, the leaves, the flowers, the dewdrops that had been sleeping late in the garden calmed my heart, and I felt no longer burdened by the anxieties and desires of life...

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