Full of May

The calendar on the wall reported the beginning of summer in early May, the weather had sudden changes, pouring rain and then intense sunshine. The sunshine was intense but not too harsh, the air still had a bit of the pleasant, cool feeling of the beginning of summer. Could it be that heaven, earth or human hearts still wanted to hold on to the lingering taste of spring, Thuong wondered? But spring passed, summer came, heaven and earth had clearly determined each season, no matter what, the four seasons all had their own beauty, no one, no force could "resist" the movement of nature. Therefore, despite regrets, Thuong thought, it was still necessary to open one's heart to welcome all changes and movements.

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In May, from the swamps with white water all year round, clusters of fragrant lotus leaves have managed to rise above the water surface. Then, after one or two white rains, in no time, the first flower branches are seen peeping out. In May, in no time, the purple-flowered forest by the lake has overcome the sun and rain to bud and bloom. And then, from Thuong's room window looking out at the lake, like every year, the little girl's eyes widen in front of the vast purple flowers. Just like that, a whole sky of longing rushes into Thuong's eyes, purple and dreamy.

May, the sound of the school drum awakens in a hurry. There are not many days left for the little students to be together. The lessons are still measured in hours, the exams are stressful and difficult. The eyes are hurriedly searching for a familiar figure and then shyly looking down at the exercise books full of calculations. The school yard is sunny, the cicadas are initially timid, but the sun is shining, the louder they are. The little student's heart sometimes burns like fire, then he tells himself, well, wait until the exam is over and the results are out, then he will "talk" to his friend. May, brings with it a very primitive promise that is deeply painful to the human world. At some point, suddenly remembering those days of May, the old student recites these verses with regret:

“I still secretly hope to see May again.
Pure white flowers.
Open gently on my quiet heart.
That summer is far away, that summer is far away”…
(Untitled - Ngo The Oanh).

In May, all the windows of Thuong's house were wide open to welcome the sun and wind. From the end of the lake, live music drifted. It seemed like someone was singing the song "The Wall": "Footprints lost on the familiar street, where my dream entered. To find the right place before the rain comes. Wanting to fix the wrong moment for you, I will turn back. The May love song for you. Still resounding or disappearing in the wet rain... (May Love Song, The Wall). At night, the cool southern wind blew in, carrying the scent of honey grass and wild flowers straight into Thuong's room. Taking a deep breath, the girl thought, it seemed like this was not just the scent of flowers and grass, what hit her at this moment was the aftertaste of the open, spacious nature that could only be found on a sunny summer day.

In May, the sun and wind are gradually blooming in Thuong's heart, filled with love!

Spring Flowers

Source: https://baonamdinh.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202505/day-voi-thang-5-f3c6b85/