Every time I set foot on that winding little road, passing through those hills covered in dreamy purple hues, an indescribable feeling wells up in my heart, as if I've just touched a silent realm of memories that remains intact beneath the dust of time.
The purple hue of the sim flower is not simply the color of a wild flower, but the color of bygone years, of carefree childhood days, without worries or burdens. Watching the delicate sim petals sway gently in the wind, I feel as if I am seeing myself barefoot, my heart as pure as the morning dew.
The sim flower is not as vibrant as the phoenix flower, nor as flamboyant as other wildflowers. It is humble and shy, yet possesses a strange allure, like a gentle, low note in a country melody, just enough to stir the heart. Even when the flower withers, the sim petals retain their delicate form, swaying gently towards the ground like a soft farewell, without disturbing the inherent peace of nature.
I remember those summer afternoons when we village kids would gather on the hill to pick wild berries. The hill was like a world of its own, overflowing with purple. We'd weave through the bushes, searching for ripe, juicy berries. The sweet, slightly tart taste and subtle sour aftertaste delighted us all. Beside the old berry bushes, we'd tell each other endless stories, sharing simple dreams only children could have.
One afternoon, bathed in golden sunlight, my childhood friend and I wandered the hills covered in myrtle blossoms. A gentle breeze blew, the blossoms fell, and our hearts lingered in this tranquil moment of the season. She offered me a fresh myrtle flower, softly saying, "They say pressing myrtle blossoms into your notebook preserves the most beautiful things."
I didn't fully understand the meaning of those words, but I saw something so heartfelt and sincere in her gaze. I took the flower and pressed it into my small notebook, unconsciously preserving a fragile moment that had just fleetingly passed through my life.
Years have passed, and that friend is now just a memory, but every time the sim flowers bloom, my heart is filled with the emotions of that afternoon long ago, brimming with sunshine and the feelings of first love. I once believed that, like the sim flower resting peacefully in the pages of a notebook, memories could also rest peacefully in the heart, never fading.
My mother said that the sim flower symbolizes waiting and fidelity. In the old days, simple country girls in their traditional Vietnamese blouses would pick sim flowers and press them into handwritten letters, sending their love to those far away. Some love stories began in the sim flower season, grew with each petal, then quietly faded away with the wind, leaving only the nostalgic purple hue amidst a vast sky of memories.
I was once like that too, pressing a sim flower into my notebook, believing that those beautiful things would live on in my soul even as the years faded. Back then, I didn't fully understand the meaning of promises, of waiting, or of fidelity. I only saw the sim flower as beautiful in a gentle and melancholic way. Then, as I grew older, I also learned to feel emotions, to cherish fragile things in my notebook, just as I pressed the purple petals back then.
But time waits for no one; the loved one of yesteryear is gone, leaving only the myrtle hills still blooming, a nameless expanse of purple memories. Now, standing amidst the fragrant myrtle hills, I suddenly realize that time has flown by like a fleeting breeze. As a child, I used to think myrtle was just a wild flower, nothing special. But with enough experience, I understand that it is precisely this simplicity that makes myrtle so enduring.
Perhaps, the season of sim flowers is also the season of nostalgia; a time to sit back with old dreams, quietly gaze at the floating purple blossoms, and let memories flood back. No matter how much time sweeps away everything, every time I see sim flowers bloom, my heart awakens, filled with emotions about sunny summer afternoons, about a childhood that has passed but will never be lost.
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