Purple sim flower region

Every time I set foot on the winding road, passing through those hills covered in dreamy purple, my heart is filled with an indescribable feeling as if I have just touched a silent memory that is still intact after the dust of time.

The purple of the sim flower is not simply the color of a wild flower, but the color of the years gone by, of the innocent childhood days, without worries or concerns. Looking at the thin sim petals gently swaying in the wind, I feel like I was barefoot on the ground, my heart as clear as the morning dew.

The sim flower is not as brilliant as the royal poinciana, nor as proud as other wildflowers. It is humble and shy, but has a strange attraction, like a gentle low note in a country song, just enough to stir people's hearts. Even when the flower fades, the sim petals still maintain a gentle appearance, swaying to the ground like a gentle farewell, not disturbing the inherent peace of the earth and sky.

I remember the summer afternoons when the children of our hometown invited each other to go up the hill to pick sim. The sim hill at that time was like a separate world filled with purple. We weaved through each bush, looking for ripe sim fruit. The sweet taste mixed with a little astringency and the slightly sour aftertaste of sim fruit made everyone excited. Beside the old sim bush, we told each other endless stories, simple dreams that only children have.

One afternoon, the sun was shining like honey, my childhood friend and I were wandering on the sim hill. The wind was gentle, the flowers were falling and my heart seemed to be at peace in the gentle moment of the season. She gave me a fresh sim flower and said softly: "People say, pressing sim flowers into a notebook will preserve the most beautiful things."

I didn't understand the full meaning of that sentence, but I saw something deep and passionate in her gaze. I took the flower and pressed it into the small notebook, unconsciously preserving a fragile moment that had just passed by in my life.

Years have passed, that friend of mine is now only a memory, but every time the sim flowers bloom, my heart seems to revive the emotions of an afternoon long ago, filled with sunshine, filled with first-life emotions. I used to believe that like the sim flowers lying still in the notebook pages, memories can also lie still in the heart, not fading away.

My mother said that sim flowers are a symbol of waiting and loyalty. In the old days, simple country girls in traditional Vietnamese dresses often picked sim flowers and pressed them into handwritten letters, sending their love to people far away. There were loves that started in the sim season, grew with each petal, then quietly dissipated with the wind, leaving only the nostalgic purple color in a vast sky of memories.

I used to be like that, I used to press a purple flower into my notebook, believing that those beautiful things would live forever in my soul even though the years faded. At that time, I did not fully understand the meaning of promises, of waiting or loyalty. I only saw the purple flower as beautiful in a gentle and sad way. Then when I grew up, I also knew how to be moved, and also knew how to preserve fragile things in my notebook like the way I pressed purple petals in the past.

But time waits for no one, the beloved of the year has gone away, only the sim hill still blooms, purple in a nameless memory. Now, standing in the middle of the purple sim hill, I suddenly realize that time has passed as quickly as a breeze. When I was young, I used to think sim was a wild flower, nothing special. But when I have enough experience, I understand that it is that simplicity that makes sim become eternal.

Perhaps, the season of sim flowers is also the season of nostalgia; the season for us to sit back with old dreams, quietly watch the floating purple color and let memories flood back. Even though time has swept away many things, every time I watch sim flowers bloom, my heart awakens with emotions of sunny summer afternoons, of a childhood that has passed but will never be lost.

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