The endless change of seasons

We are living in the days of summer turning to autumn, time seems to be slowly passing by in the endless dance of the changing seasons. People often compare the changing seasons to a girl in puberty with an erratic temperament. The earth and sky sometimes give out bright sunshine, sometimes demand rain, sobbing and mourning.

Somewhere, the royal poinciana branches are in a hurry to burn red as if wanting to burn a part of the sky, the Indian laurel trees are scattered all over the path to someone's house like a soft red carpet underfoot. The sky makes storms, suddenly comes, suddenly goes, suddenly brings back a feeling of endless, empty feelings. For generations, the change of seasons has always brought people a feeling of elation, a bit of regret, a bit of longing in vague contemplation...

The changing seasons are less harsh and scorching like the summer days, but the sun of the changing seasons is still quite strong, still a harsh challenge for people and all creatures before entering autumn. Walking on the hot streets at noon, the workers' shirts are soaked with sweat because the sun is like burning the skin. Suddenly we wish for rain or wind to come, seeping through each window to cool the space, to lighten people's hearts.

Life is already full of worries, and the change of seasons brings with it the added worry of storms and floods. The announcements of tropical depressions strengthening into storms, heavy rains in many areas of the country, flash floods and landslides causing devastation to people and families in the past July days have made us worried. Everyone wants to have peace in their daily lives. But to have that peace, many people are having to work hard in the rain and floods.

In the scorching heat or the heavy rain of the changing seasons, the image of soldiers, army men, and policemen often staying in disaster areas, in the midst of dangerous whirlpools to fight for each life, to fight for houses, and items for those who are unfortunate to encounter misfortune... has created an emotional feeling for anyone. Extremely proud, extremely proud because we are Vietnamese. The strong belief of the whole nation always standing together in difficult times will together overcome natural disasters, together overcome hardships and challenges, that is the heroic song raised from the love of life, imbued with profound philosophy of life.

The changing seasons are filled with memories, the time that brings the most emotions to students and candidates with so many uncertainties at the threshold of life. Reunions, farewells, hastily written diary entries, pure tears for each other when having to leave school, teachers, and beloved friends to enter the door of an independent life.

During the changing seasons, not only students but also fathers, mothers, grandparents, and grandmothers are living in a state of anxiety, restlessness, and excitement mixed with indescribable excitement when accompanying their children during the exam season, hoping that their children can touch their dreams, marking a major turning point in the lives of their beloved children and grandchildren. Emotions burst with joy and tears when hearing the news that their children have achieved high results or words of encouragement, comfort, and sharing when their children do not achieve as they wish. There are many doors in life that open for young people to enter and continue to nurture their desires and dreams. In the vast sky, mixed with the sunshine and rain of the changing seasons, we can fully feel the boundless love that loved ones have for their children and grandchildren.

Welcoming the change of seasons in a faraway place, under the stormy sky, my heart yearns for my hometown. This season, the old village will suddenly experience storms and rains. There are years when storms and floods come continuously. Small houses and poor people always have to struggle to survive the floods and storms by the river. The fields that have not been harvested yet, the fields of crops that have been blown down by the wind, look so pitiful and sorrowful. Each rice flower and vegetable picked up from the flooded fields is imbued with the bitterness and hardship of the villagers.

I was born in a lowland countryside, with water wharves and bamboo banks, so I understand the hardships of my grandparents, parents, and people with calloused limbs, whose clothes are faded by the sun and rain, who always have to "sell their faces to the ground and their backs to the sky" to produce rice grains and potatoes to feed generations of people. Just that alone is enough to make my heart ache with love, and my nostalgia is enough to bring tears to my eyes at the changing seasons in my old hometown...

Source: http://baolamdong.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202408/mien-man-giao-mua-8962c69/