During the rainy season, the wild sunflowers on my plateau are in their purest, most vibrant green. After each rain, patches of wild sunflowers awaken with a profusion of green leaves and tender shoots, imbued with the pungent scent of the plant, the sweet taste of the water, and the earthy aroma of the basalt soil.
After each rain shower, patches of wild sunflowers burst into vibrant blue. Photo: Thai Binh
I once read somewhere that the name "wild sunflower" is associated with a story of a passionate, budding love that ended tragically. The story tells of a young couple deeply in love. During a hunting trip, the young man was captured and murdered. At that moment, the girl bravely shielded him from arrows and spears until she was struck by a poisoned arrow and fell. Where she lay, a plant with bright yellow flowers, proud and full of life like the sun, grew, and the locals called it the wild sunflower – a symbol of faithful, unwavering love, and a willingness to sacrifice.
Over time, this vibrant yellow flower, reminiscent of sunshine, has evoked fond memories in countless hearts—those who have been, or are still, connected to the Central Highlands, as well as those who are visiting this land for the first time. As for me—a lover of all flowers, including wild sunflowers—I have spent time admiring them at Bien Ho Lake and Ham Rong Mountain; I have taken countless photos of this sun-announcing flower; and I have also admired countless beautiful photos of wild sunflowers taken by friends, family, and photographers.
Along with photographers, wild sunflowers have long been an endless source of creative inspiration for many writers, poets, musicians, and painters. In poetry, I love the unique and profound imagery of Huong Dinh: “Wild throughout the dry season / yellow wild sunflowers like an old saying / wild sunflowers without fragrance / like something possible / night suddenly comes, dotting my dreams (...) / Say something to the wild sunflower / look, my dear, the day is drawing to a close / flowers hidden in the dust beside the dirty shoulders / how many bees I gather in this season?” (Wild Sunflowers and Me).
With paintings, I once stood for a long time in front of works like "Changing Seasons" or "Golden Colors of the Central Highlands" by artist Nguyen Van Chung, leisurely admiring the incredibly vibrant and magnificent beauty of flowers bathed in the sunshine and wind of the highlands during the dry season, and feeling a deeper love for life.
This season, after each rain, patches of wild sunflowers burst forth in a vibrant blue. Day after day, carpets of wild sunflowers grow together in a captivating green, a greener than ever before, painting a fresh, radiant beauty against the cloudy white sky. Occasionally, in the afternoon sun, the wild sunflowers sway gently in the wind, shimmering with golden light.
And then, the plants remain green until they reach a height of about 2-3 meters, at which point they turn grayish-brown, and the leaves become darker. Everything blends together, intertwining in preparation for the flowering season—the festival season at the end of the year—along with the vast expanse of sunshine and wind in the unique wild sunflower landscape of the plateau.
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