Autumn scent

( Quang Ngai Newspaper) - As if by a deliberate arrangement of nature, when the gentle breeze of autumn arrives, bringing with it a touch of coolness, it is also the time when autumn tiptoes across the threshold, carrying with it a whole region of flowers and fruits. Surely, autumn has received special favors from this meaningful gift, perhaps unmatched by any other season of the year. Against the backdrop of the deep blue sky, the sun and wind playfully transform into enchanting melodies that captivate the heart. Everything seems cleansed, refreshed and vibrant, adorning the landscape with a pristine autumn scene.

How I love the captivating yellow hue of the simple, humble chrysanthemums, yet so elegant and refined. Every autumn, the first flower that comes to mind is the chrysanthemum. Its color has naturally become the soul of autumn, a quintessential autumnal beauty that is not easily confused with the countless other flowers vying for attention. If it weren't for this passionate and haunting color, how could there be such fervent verses: “Autumn goes to the sea / Following the vast waters / Autumn enters the chrysanthemum / Only you and I remain...” (Xuân Quỳnh).

In the midst of the gentle, lingering autumn breeze, it would be remiss not to mention a flower that has become a part of poetry, music, and passionate love, weaving together countless stories of romance: “At fifteen, you grew day by day / One morning you suddenly became a young woman / That autumn day I still remember / The intoxicating fragrance of milk flowers by the lake / First love carrying the scent and colors of autumn...” (Nguyen Phan Hach) . And then that fragrance becomes a witness to youthful love, to the autumn of couples that still stirs and evokes nostalgic feelings: “The fragrance of milk flowers must have been too sweet once / Your naive hand for me to hold / The warm heat of ten sleepless years / This morning, sadness hears the cold echo” (Truong Nam Huong).

In the gentle, clear atmosphere of autumn moments, we also encounter a fairytale sky of childhood, where autumn generously bestows upon humanity a garden of fragrant flowers and fruits. It's commendable how skillfully this autumn garden is captured in just a few lines of poetry: “ The hawthorn blossoms with its blue eyes / The rose blushes with rosy cheeks / The persimmon is under a fairytale spell / The pomelo is captivated by folk songs” (Hoang Anh Tuan).

The autumn garden is a garden of folk songs and fairy tales, with "the custard apple opening its round eyes," "the fragrant persimmon of the kind Cinderella" mingling with clusters of ripe, swaying roses, and plump pomelos proudly displayed on the Mid-Autumn Festival feast table. Furthermore, in the memories of the past, how can one forget the image of lanterns made from strings of pomelo seeds crackling and mingling with the joyful laughter of village children during their lantern procession and gathering? Autumn fruits are simple, unpretentious gifts from the countryside, carrying within them a whole realm of nostalgic childhood memories. Perhaps these fruits and flowers hold their own unique mission, gathering and meeting with autumn to compete in fragrance and beauty, offering their sweet and wholesome offerings. So that each autumn, we can immerse ourselves in and deeply love a land of sweet, intoxicating, and fragrant lingering scents...

NGO THE LAM

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

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