Lagerstroemia flower season

Lagerstroemia blooms once a year, but each time is different. Some years it rains late, the flowers come late, and as soon as they start to bloom, they are ruined by sudden storms. Some years it is sunny early, and the Lagerstroemia blooms from the end of March, stretching along the streets, like purple clouds floating in the heart of the city. But whether blooming early or late, whether brilliant or withered, Lagerstroemia is always a part of the memories of the years, of youth, of things that have yet to be named.

Those who have gone through their school years will find it hard to forget the purple of the Lagerstroemia. It is the color of the last days of the school year, of the afternoons when the sun falls scattered on the schoolyard, when students quietly look at each other without daring to say goodbye. If the Royal Poinciana reminds us of the brilliant exam season and regretful separations, the Lagerstroemia is the color of gentle memories, of shy first love, of unnamed sadness. There was a time when I also rode my bike under the Lagerstroemia canopies, my heart fluttering because of a fleeting smile, because of an unintentional glance. The petals fell silently on my shoulders, like a reminder of the pure emotions of that day. And then later, when we grew up, when each of us went our separate ways, sometimes just seeing the Lagerstroemia blooming on the street, my heart would flutter with memories of a time of clumsiness.

Lagerstroemia is not only present in schoolyards, but also on familiar roads, street corners, and small alleys. The purple color stretches out, gentle like a poem in the middle of a crowded city, like a moment of silence amidst the noise of life. Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight filter through the leaves, the Lagerstroemia shimmers in the dim light, like a sweet dream. At noon, under the harsh sunlight, that purple color is still strangely gentle, like a soft highlight among the gray concrete of the city. In the afternoon, when the sunset covers everything in a pale orange color, the Lagerstroemia petals fall, quietly but full of nostalgia. Perhaps that is why, no matter how busy people are, they still cannot stop themselves from stopping for a moment when passing by the blooming Lagerstroemia canopies. To admire, to quietly feel the small but precious vibrations in their hearts.

Lagerstroemia is beautiful, but also fragile. The flowers bloom for about a week or two and then begin to wither. The early summer winds blow, carrying the fragile petals that fall to the ground. Sometimes, after just one night of rain, the Lagerstroemia is seen scattered in the morning. That purple color, no matter how beautiful, cannot be kept forever. But perhaps because of its brevity, people cherish the Lagerstroemia flower season even more. Just like beautiful memories, although they cannot be held, every time they remember them, their hearts still cannot help but flutter.

Lagerstroemia teaches us many things. It teaches us to cherish beautiful moments, because nothing lasts forever. It teaches us to cherish memories, because once they are gone, we can only keep them in our hearts. And most of all, it teaches us that no matter how hurried or rushed life is, we should take a moment to slow down, to look at, to feel the simple but beautiful things around us.

The season of purple flowers has returned, the sky is purple. Are you quietly watching, remembering something from long ago?

Nguyen Van Nhat Thanh

Source: https://baoquangbinh.vn/van-hoa/202505/mua-hoa-bang-lang-2226082/