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I love the early summer moments. Just mentioning them evokes so many beautiful sounds and colors. The surrounding sounds are gentle, profound, and indescribably soft, like a melody played in a fairytale setting or a fluffy white cloud floating in the vast sky. Those are the most peaceful moments in life. Oh, how I miss those early summer days in my beloved home, lying there listening to the birds chirping. Outside, the trees burst into a vibrant green, and the bright sunlight spreads across the canopy of leaves.
Memories lead us back to the early summer days of our childhood. A carefree, innocent childhood, filled with joy at the arrival of summer. Joy at hearing the first cicadas of the season on the longan tree branches, allowing our thoughts to drift back to childhood memories : groups of friends catching cicadas and putting them in small boxes. After catching cicadas, we'd "daringly" steal fruit from our neighbors' gardens. Those times we were caught, chased, or even caught red-handed, our mouths aching with tears... these are now cherished childhood memories.
As summer approaches, I remember kites made from school paper. I remember those afternoons spent diligently splitting and shaping bamboo, then cutting and gluing to complete the kites in time for the monsoon season. Some children even wrote their dreams on the kites, hoping that one day they would come true. Oh! Such pure thoughts and innocent feelings.
As summer approaches, I feel a pang of nostalgia for a farewell season, for the pure and beautiful days of my school life. In my final years, we passed each other by in our yearbooks, our eyes filled with lingering affection for our friends, unwilling to part. Then, as the years passed, we went our separate ways; when will we ever meet again? I hugged my friend tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. So many joyful and sad memories of that mischievous, playful, and youthful age remain, reminding me of a beautiful time of my youth. The farewell season isn't the end, but the beginning of a new season of searching for aspirations and knowledge. Those beautiful days of my student life, now, when I think about them, fill me with an overwhelming longing.
As summer begins, I want to express so much love to this beloved season. For me, early summer is not just a time of transition between seasons, but also holds countless cherished memories of my homeland. I will remember early summer as a milestone in time, a symbol of my memories, present, and future, guiding me confidently into a wider world.
Mai Thi Truc
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