April Memories - Quang Binh Electronic Newspaper

(QBĐT) - April is a month of many memories, memories of each person and historical memories of the nation. It is the memories that let us recall a time with many sacred emotions, with many loving memories, with many unforgettable memories.

There are seasonal memories, memories of nature with many lingering nostalgias that suddenly arise, ignite and spread. Returning to memories is returning to what is familiar, what is attached to make us appreciate today more, make us more confident, proud of yesterday. Memories are like a version that accompanies, resonates, shares, and sympathizes...

April is the month of transition between the spring equinox, which is full of life with many green buds, with drizzling rain, opening the door to summer with so much warmth and passion. Oh the April sun, the first sun of summer, the sun like pouring honey, the sun sweet with young summer, pure summer. I wrote the verses that excited the heart of the early summer when standing in the middle of the garden nurtured by many alluvial sandbanks of affection to feel the young, the green, the sparkling, the fresh blooming and spreading: "Summer is ripe when the sky is still green-The tree roots spread out to absorb the storm-The fruit is plump when the fruit is still full of milk-The young leaves are deep in the heart".

This year is a leap year, so a very meaningful coincidence of historical milestones and sacred memories of the nation coincide. If April 29 is the death anniversary of the Hung Kings, then the calendar page turns to April 30, the Liberation Day of the South, carrying the sacred spirit of thousands of years of the country into the great spring victory that completely unified the country.

Perhaps peace and unity are the eternal aspirations of our people. Right from the legend, Mother Au Co was united with a "compatriot" who shared the same egg sac. Poet Nguyen Khoa Diem in the famous long poem "Country" wrote: "No matter where you go or what you do - You always bow your head to remember the anniversary of your ancestors" - March 10 (lunar calendar) every year. On that day, many children of Vietnam, if they have the opportunity, return to the land of the Hung Kings, with the midlands of many hills like open raspberries, palm trees like green flames. Return to the land of the ancestors, under the cool shade of ancient trees to burn incense and remember the ancestors, remember the story of banh chung and banh day, remember the clear Ngoc well.

Groups of people with hundreds of different voices, hundreds of different hometowns but sharing the same affectionate Vietnamese language, the Vietnamese language has given wings to many folk songs bearing the sounds of many regional customs, many fluttering notes of storks on the immense rice fields. The sticky rice grains on the fragrant raspberry trays offered to King Hung also carry the flavors of the alluvial soil of sun, rain, flood and storm. The lineage of “Lac and Hong descendants” is like a cultural identity to define a character, a family tradition, a spirit, a will. Soft but fierce like the waves of Bach Dang, like the Red River, Thuong River, Huong River, Ma River. Strong but resilient like the bamboo stems of Phu Dong, like the bamboo boats of the rivers and canals of the South.

Returning to Hung Temple in April, we recall with emotion the image of beloved Uncle Ho advising: “The Hung Kings have the merit of building the country, Uncle and I together protect the country”. Yes, Uncle, on the day of the great victory in the spring of 1975, many liberation army soldiers in floppy hats covered in gunpowder smoke, on the “steel elephant” tanks that crashed through the gates of the Independence Palace, continued the tradition: “The previous generation of fathers, the next generation of sons - Have become comrades in the same march”. On the day of the great victory, it was as if Uncle Ho was marching with us, Uncle Ho was going to battle with us.

This April, there is a brilliant flower that seems to echo many sounds, echo many memories. It is the lily that blooms like brass trumpets in a choir of summer with many colors and exciting sounds. It is not only the trumpet of victory but also the echo of the "soul of the dead" sending off many fallen comrades. The lily is like a signal pointing to the way to summer, carrying the scent of the fields and the wind, a simple, secretive and humble flower color hiding itself in the splendor of pure white.

The flower only blooms once, once a year, and only lasts a month. The flash, the moment, the time, the eternity, like waves crashing into memories. April is not only the change of seasons but also the intersection between people and the glorious historical past, between people and all the trees and things around us. April brings so many feelings, so many emotions, so many memories. The April chords overlap many tones, are long resonances, are echoes of so many memories.

April, how much love!

Nguyen Ngoc Phu

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