[E-magazin]: The Color of Memory

The color of that flower, that kind of flower, bright red against the deep blue sky, seems to embrace childhood and the unforgettable days of a beautiful time.

In the vast blue sky, clusters of royal poinciana flowers are proudly stretching out brilliantly, that red color seems to want to pull me back to the old days. There, there are innocent, clear laughter, there are teachers' scolding when students do not study... And there, there are roads that hold back someone's footsteps.

The brighter the sun, the more the royal poinciana blooms. Although it is not fragrant or seductive, the royal poinciana has a strong appearance. Royal poinciana flowers do not bloom individually but in clusters, dyeing a corner of the sky red. Royal poinciana silently offers life its most beautiful flowers. The color of royal poinciana flowers is like a flame that lights up the faith and dreams of each generation of students.

No one knows since when, this flower without scent, but with a brilliant color, has held in its heart the pure memories of many generations of students. And then, even though time passes, just suddenly encountering falling petals also makes our souls sway with the tilt of the wind. The time of carrying books has long passed, but I don't know why every time the royal poinciana season comes, it makes my soul strangely excited! I suddenly stop when I see myself dyed in the brilliant red color of the royal poinciana trees along the road. My soul suddenly "bewildered" with so many memories.

The row of old royal poinciana trees in the corner of the old schoolyard with their clusters of blazing flowers suddenly appeared before our eyes. Each tree trunk carried with it so many memories and regrets about the green, innocent time of many generations of students. In this place were hastily carved names, in that corner were dear memories, sometimes the class name, the school name... but all carried so many memories. Perhaps, in the memory of each of us, grade 12 is still the most special school year, easily making us feel moved every time we think about it.

In front of the old brick porch, the bright red phoenix flowers had fallen. I don’t know if the color of the phoenix flowers this year is any different from previous years, but everyone tiptoed when they had to pass by. I was suddenly afraid of stepping on the phoenix flowers as if I were afraid of stepping on the sweet memories of the old days.

Every recess, we girls would absentmindedly huddle together to find the most beautiful royal poinciana petals to press onto each page of our yearbook with all our passion and enthusiasm that was burning. I loved picking each royal poinciana petal and pressing it into a pair of pretty butterflies, the two curved pistils would become lovely antennae. Then, as time passed, we accidentally came across the butterfly wings pressed from the royal poinciana flowers that had turned dark brown on the yellowed paper, and the innocent and clumsy feelings of our school days would stir and awaken.

During the days of studying for exams, the “most mischievous, second-most evil” suddenly became strangely gentle. They no longer argued, no longer teased, but became quieter and more calm. They suddenly felt older, more mature, and more caring towards each other. They asked each other about their studies, told each other about their exams, about their dreams and plans for the future at university. They sat and talked about all sorts of things with their own ambitions... The chirping went on and on.

My heart suddenly fluttered, remembering the afternoons when I and that person walked on the road filled with red. Many flower seasons passed, we never said a word of love to each other, but just quietly stayed together like that. We studied together, diligently reviewed for exams in the final days, together outlined the beautiful desires of the future. The shyness, the hesitation, the dreams, the timidity of those days were so innocent, so lovely that everyone wished to touch them again.

Then the day of separation finally came. We cried, laughed, and were so reluctant to say anything. We had studied together for so many years, and there were times when we “hated” each other to the point of indescribable hatred, but now we couldn’t bear to part!

The row of old royal poinciana trees in the yard now sway in the wind as if to say goodbye to the students who have been with them for so many years.

No one knows since when, this flower has become a symbol of a time of schooling. Just like that, royal poinciana has silently witnessed the sad and happy memories of many generations of students. The day royal poinciana stretches out to show off its colors in the deep blue sky, it is also the time when students are busy studying for exams. Then they exchange notes, their eyes lingering in the sky full of nostalgia next to the hastily pressed petals. Only when they part, do students reveal all their feelings with so many things they dare not say... We have held hands together to go through such exam seasons! And then, everyone carries in their hearts a void that can never be filled.

Royal poinciana season makes us wander aimlessly in search of old memories. It makes us rummage through the pages of our scrapbooks for familiar handwriting. It makes us wander aimlessly in windy afternoons. But in the end, those bright red royal poinciana flowers are not enough to hold back summer.

Royal poinciana season - the season of flowers that shine brightly across the sky, the season of passion, longing and endless regret. The color of those flowers, the bright red of those flowers printed on the deep blue sky, seems to embrace all of childhood, memories and unforgettable days of a beautiful time.

In each of us, there is no one who does not carry memories of the school with the royal poinciana trees burning red with summer flowers. So that every season the royal poinciana blooms, our hearts are filled with nostalgia, fluttering about the carefree, thoughtless time of our student years...

And when the bright sunlight of summer shines, looking at the clusters of red royal poinciana flowers in every corner of the sky, our hearts feel moved and yearning. The memories of summer are always as gentle as the color of royal poinciana flowers in the pure sunlight of each early morning.

Content: Ha Dan

Photo: Internet Document

Graphics: Mai Huyen

Source: https://baothanhhoa.vn/e-magazin-mau-cua-nho-250972.htm