April Memories Corner

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April comes, the wind sings summer

There is a shower in the blue eyes

I suddenly saw your earnest words

Like clover clinging to familiar footsteps…

(April Comes - Nguyen Nhat Anh)

April returns with the gentle breath of the earth and sky, as if afraid to awaken the old dreams still lingering on the canopy of leaves. My heart also has a small corner reserved for April - a place to store nameless memories, just a passing breeze is enough to stir them.

April is the moment of changing seasons, when the first summer rains suddenly pour down, washing away the traces of spring sunshine that remain on the road. One morning, waking up, suddenly realizing that the wind carries a cool mist of water, somewhere lurking the sweet scent of lilies. Lilies - the flower of April, white as unsent letters, pure as an unnamed nostalgia...

People say that each blooming season is a season of nostalgia. I don’t know if that’s true, but I just know that every time I see lilies, my heart sinks. I remember the early mornings with my mother at the flower market, my tiny hands holding onto her shirt, my eyes sparkling as I watched the newly cut lily bouquets, still wet with dew. I also remember the first time I personally arranged a vase of flowers, the lily petals tilted in the white porcelain vase, the gentle fragrance spreading in the corner of the old house. And I remember... one afternoon far away, someone once gave me a lily branch, along with a promise that time has swept away.

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

April brings with it sudden rains, coming and going as quickly as a story that has to end before it can even begin. The rains of April are neither cold like spring rains nor heavy like summer rains. They fall very lightly, like a whisper from heaven and earth, like a gentle touch on memories. I like the quiet April afternoons sitting by the window, watching the rain fall on the eaves while my heart drifts back to the old days. That day, also on an April afternoon like that, I quietly heard someone laughing loudly in the rain. But then, all that remains is a memory.

April is also the month of farewells. The purple flowers of the Lagerstroemia trees begin to turn purple, a reminder of the upcoming exam season. When I was a student, I did not understand why people loved Lagerstroemia so much. Only when I grew up did I realize that purple was not only the color of the flowers but also of unspoken feelings, of innocent, silent emotions. There are people who passed through April, leaving in me a vague trace, a gentle memory that will never fade.

People say April is the season of unfinished things. Someone has made a mistake in confessing their love, someone has lost a hand, someone has looked at each other but not had the courage to step forward... And so, April just passes by, carrying with it things that have not yet taken shape, leaving a vague void in people's hearts. But I believe that, even though April brings unfinished things, it is still a very beautiful part of youth. At least, in a moment, we have loved, had hopes, had dreams.

April - the season of nostalgia but also the season of new beginnings. The rains of April water the earth and sky, and from there, trees sprout, old roads suddenly become new. I used to think April was the season of lost things, but then I suddenly realized, it is also the month of gentle hopes. April comes and goes, but people's hearts remain with emotions that cannot be named.

So, even though April evokes old memories and brings with it a bit of nostalgia, I still love April in my own way. I love the fresh breezes, the pristine lily colors, the sudden rains, and the unfinished things. No matter what, April will end, and there are still bright days ahead.

April comes, my heart opens a corner of memories...

Linh Chau

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