Autumn scent

( Quang Ngai Newspaper) - As if by a deliberate arrangement of nature, when the cool breeze slowly touches the door, giving the season a gentle chill, it is also the time when autumn tiptoes over the threshold, bringing with it a whole field of flowers and fruits. Surely autumn has received special favors from a meaningful gift that perhaps no other season of the year has. On the deep blue sky, the sun and wind spontaneously transform into melodies that captivate people's hearts. Everything seems to be washed away to be healthy and fresh, covering the clear autumn picture.

How lovely is the alluring yellow color of the simple, humble, yet no less proud and elegant chrysanthemums. So that every time autumn comes, the first flower that people remember and mention is the chrysanthemum. That flower color naturally becomes the soul of autumn love, typical of the autumn color that is not easily mixed with so many other flowers competing in fragrance and color. If it were not for the passionate and haunting color of the flower, how could there be these passionate verses: "Autumn goes to the ocean/ Following the immense water/ Autumn comes to the chrysanthemums/ Only you and I remain..." (Xuan Quynh).

Coming back with the faint autumn wind, the incense offering, it would be a mistake not to mention a flower that has become a part of poetry, of music, of passionate love, weaving many dating stories: "At the age of fifteen, I grew up day by day/ One morning suddenly became a young woman/ That autumn day I still remember/ The milk flower was intoxicatingly fragrant by the lake/ The first love carried the scent and color of autumn..." (Nguyen Phan Hach) . And then the scent of that flower is like a witness of youthful love, of the autumn of couples forever throbbing, stirring with emotion: "The scent of the milk flower must be so fragrant once/ Your hand is so foolish that I can hold it/ The warmth of ten years of sleeplessness/ This morning, I hear the cold echo" (Truong Nam Huong).

In the gentle, clear space of autumn moments, we also encounter a whole sky of childhood fairy tales where autumn generously bestows upon people a garden of fragrant flowers and fruits. It is commendable for the skillful generalization of the autumn garden in just a few lines of poetry: " Na peeks at her blue eyes/ Hong shyly blushes her peach cheeks/ Thi casts a fairy tale spell/ Buoi falls in love with folk songs" (Hoang Anh Tuan).

The autumn garden is a garden of folk songs and fairy tales with "custard apples opening their eyes wide", "the fragrant star apples of the gentle Tam" interacting with clusters of ripe, swaying persimmons, and plump grapefruits sitting proudly on the Mid-Autumn Festival tray. Furthermore, in the memories of the past, how can we forget the image of a lantern made from a string of grapefruit seeds popping and blending with the crisp laughter of the country children on the night of the lantern procession to meet friends. Autumn fruits are rustic, genuine gifts from the countryside that carry a whole realm of childhood nostalgia. Perhaps, those fruits seem to hold their own mission, only coming back and making an appointment with autumn to compete in blooming their colors, offering their fragrance and sweetness. So that every autumn, we can immerse ourselves and love passionately a region of sweet, intoxicating fragrance...

NGO THE LAM

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Published at: 18:10, 04/10/2023

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