Quiet summer afternoon

The park is near the river. The wind carries the water vapor, making everything cool and peaceful. In the distance, small waves ripple, move, and reflect the sparkling light. The river surface shines with beauty like a peach-pink silk.

On the winding paths that hug the banks of the water, young girls leisurely stroll. Their jet-black, fragrant hair flutters in the wind. Usually, to cool off, people not only seek out places with wind and trees, but groups of friends also gather together and turn into quiet, peaceful spaces to experience.

Sometimes, family members can pile into the car and drive around the city. The free and spontaneous route brings a relaxing feeling when the body wants to be airy and rested.

Thinking back to the old days in my hometown, to enjoy the cool breeze, few people needed to go far. A few small chairs, sometimes just an old mat spread out on the porch, everyone gathered together to play and chat while waiting for dinner.

Dad told stories about farming, mom told stories about the market, grandma told stories about raising animals. The children laughed loudly and chased each other towards the garden that was gradually getting dark. Time slowed down. Everywhere was filled with the scent of ripe fruits like jackfruit, longan, guava, mango, custard apple… There was wind, the scent of wild grass, soil, cool water and ripe rice from the field in front of the house mixed together, flowing into the yard, sweet and passionate.

The summer afternoon sky is vast everywhere, the clouds are constantly moving, slowly drifting away. The sunset paints the grass, trees, roads and rows of high-rise buildings a simple orange-yellow. The streets seem vast and soft.

On the way home from work, I saw old people and children gathering under the shade of a tree to chat. A pot of fragrant tea, along with laughter, made time pass slowly.

I tell myself, the elderly, wherever they are, are always content and know how to live. In the open countryside or in the city with limited space, the old men and women still slow down to listen, to love and to talk. In the fading afternoon light, they know how to spend time with each other and with their children and grandchildren.

And tomorrow, in the busy days of pursuing life, in the crowded rhythm of the increasingly overloaded and chaotic urban structure, who knows, what each person will remember forever is the peaceful, quiet summer afternoons with loved ones.

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