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 wildflower, but the color of years gone by, of innocent childhood days, without worries or concerns. Looking at the thin sim petals gently swaying in the wind, I seem to see myself when 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, tilting to the ground like a gentle farewell, not disturbing the inherent peace of heaven and earth.

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 pouring 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 in a notebook is to preserve the most beautiful things”.

I didn’t understand the full meaning of that sentence, only saw something so full of love and longing in that look. I took the flower and pressed it into the small notebook, unconsciously preserving a fragile moment that had just passed through 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 emotions of life. I used to believe that like the sim flowers lying quietly in the notebook pages, memories can also lie quietly in the heart, not fading away.

My mother told me 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 faded away with the wind, leaving only the nostalgic purple color in a vast sky of memories.

I was like that too, 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 flower petals in the past.

But time waits for no one, the lover of years has long gone, 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 wildflower, 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 is awakened with emotions of sunny summer afternoons, of a childhood that has passed but will never be lost.

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