Longan flavor

On the small streets, I suddenly stopped when I saw old longan trees blooming with yellow flowers, as if dyed with the mark of time. The scent of longan wafted through every small alley, lingering on the eaves, gentle but lingering. That scent was like an invitation for travelers to quietly contemplate and feel the gentle breath of the mountain town amidst the hustle and bustle.

The ancient longan trees still stand there, silent and steadfast in the face of the vicissitudes of time. The rough bark, the winding roots clinging deep into the ground, the green foliage shading a corner of the street. Season after season, they silently bid farewell to the passing years, and then when April comes, the pale yellow flower clusters bloom again, awakening a part of the memory that seemed to have been forgotten. The tiny petals sway in the gentle breeze, like soft silk ribbons falling in the air, possessing a modest yet captivating beauty.

Not as brilliant as royal poinciana, not as strong as milk flower, longan flower spreads its fragrance gently, elegantly, quietly conquering people's hearts with simplicity and nostalgia.

Ancient longan tree at the corner of Wuu and Vo Thi Sau streets, Pleiku City. Photo: QT

Not only beautifying the streets, longan flowers also bring a lingering scent, evoking many ancient memories. When the flowers bloom, swarms of bees return, diligently collecting nectar, creating a harmonious natural picture between heaven and earth. The scent of longan not only adds a touch of poetic beauty to the Pleiku landscape but also gives drops of pure, sweet nectar.

Every morning, when the mist still lingers on the leaves, the scent of longan flowers spreads through the cool breeze, blending with the strong aroma of coffee emanating from small roadside shops. In that moment, nature and the city seem to blend, creating an emotional symphony. The light scent of longan, the warm aroma of coffee, all blend together in the silence of the early morning, as if holding back the steps of passersby, inviting them to slow down a bit to listen to the breath of the mountain town. That scent is like a familiar memory, bringing people back to the old but peaceful years.

Sipping a cup of hot coffee, I listened to the stories of the locals. Through each sincere story, I understood that the old longan trees were not only a simple shade along the road, but also a silent witness of time, preserving the ups and downs of the mountain town. At that time, Pleiku was not as bustling as it is now, the longan garden was green in a corner of the sky with clusters of fruit hanging from the branches, which used to be the joy of many generations.

Time passed, the city expanded, and the longan garden gradually gave way to large roads and modern constructions. However, a few old longan trees still stood there, silent before the hustle and bustle of the city. And despite all the changes, every April, the flowers still spread their gentle fragrance in the wind, like a whisper of the past, recalling a part of the memory deeply engraved in the soul of Pleiku people, simple but imbued with love.

There are scents that, once deeply imprinted in the memory, will become an indispensable part of the soul. The scent of Pleiku longan flowers is just like that. Anyone who has once been immersed in the scent of that flower will surely never forget it. They look forward to the moment of inhaling the pure scent, sipping hot coffee, quietly watching the pale yellow flower clusters swaying gently in the early morning sun. And so, April longan flowers are not only a sign of the change of seasons, but also a memorable moment in the hearts of those who love Pleiku, love the simple things that are full of emotions.

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