April Memories

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April arrives, the wind sings of summer.

There was a rain shower in the blue eyes.

I suddenly realized how heartfelt your words were.

Like wildflowers clinging to familiar footsteps…

(April is Coming - Nguyen Nhat Anh)

April arrives with the gentle breath of nature, softly as if afraid to awaken old dreams still lingering in the foliage. My heart also has a small corner reserved for April – a place where nameless memories are kept, stirred by even a fleeting breeze.

April marks the transition between seasons, when the first summer rains suddenly fall, washing away the lingering traces of spring sunshine on the roads. One morning, waking up, you suddenly notice the cool, damp wind, subtly carrying the fragrant scent of lilies. Lilies – the flowers of April, pure white like unsent letters, as pristine as a nameless longing…

They say that each flowering season is a season of nostalgia. I don't know if that's true, but I do know that every time I see lilies, my heart sinks. I remember those early mornings going to the flower market with my mother, my tiny hand clinging to her dress, my eyes sparkling as I gazed at the freshly cut lilies, still damp with dew. I also remember the first time I arranged a vase of flowers myself, the lilies tilting gently in the white porcelain vase, their delicate fragrance wafting through the corner of our old house. And I remember... a very distant afternoon, when someone once gave me a sprig of lilies, along with a promise that time has swept away.

Those memories, as old as a handwritten letter pressed between faded diary pages. But as soon as April arrives, as soon as a gentle breeze carries the scent of lilies, everything rushes back as if it had never faded...

April brings sudden showers, coming and going as quickly as a story that ends before it even begins. April rains aren't cold like spring rains, nor heavy like summer rains. They fall gently, like a whisper from the earth, like a soft touch on memories. I love those quiet April afternoons sitting by the window, watching the rain fall on the eaves, my heart drifting back to the past. That day, also on an April afternoon like this, I silently listened to someone's laughter echoing in the rain. But then, all that remains is a memory.

April is also the month of farewells. The crape myrtle blossoms begin to turn a deep purple, a reminder of the approaching exam season. When I was a student, I didn't understand why people loved crape myrtle so much. But as I grew older, I realized that purple wasn't just the color of the flower, but also of unspoken feelings, of innocent, silent emotions. There are people who pass through April, leaving behind a vague trace in me, a gentle memory that will never fade.

They say April is the season of unfinished business. Someone missed a chance to confess their love, someone lost a hand in hand, someone looked into someone's eyes but lacked the courage to take the first step... And so, April passes by, taking with it things left unfulfilled, leaving a vague emptiness in people's hearts. But I believe that even though April brings unfinished business, it is still a beautiful part of youth. At least, for a moment, we loved, we hoped, we dreamed.

April – the season of nostalgia, but also the season of new beginnings. April rains refresh the earth, causing trees to sprout, and old roads to feel renewed. I used to think April was the season of lost things, but then I realized it's also the month of gentle hope. April comes and goes, but hearts remain, filled with emotions that cannot be put into words.

Therefore, even though April evokes old memories and carries a touch of melancholy, I still love April in my own unique way. I love the fresh breezes, the pristine color of lilies, the sudden, fleeting rain showers, and even the incomplete aspects. No matter what, April will eventually end, and bright days still await ahead.

As April arrives, a corner of my heart opens up with memories…

Linh Chau

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