Autumn comes, my heart suddenly feels like someone knocking on the door, stirring up a longing that has not yet been named. Maybe it is missing someone who has passed by, or maybe it is just missing the me of yesterday: Innocent, carefree, never knowing the turmoil like now.

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I still remember vividly the autumn days when I was fifteen, when I wore a white shirt to school. The school yard was covered with bright red Indian almond leaves, and each step I took sounded like the rustling of quickly turned diary pages. My best friend and I often sat on the steps, secretly eating fragrant and crispy guavas, then giggling until we forgot about the school bell. At that time, I did not know that a few years later, under the shade of that tree, I would sit silently, holding in my heart a vague sadness when my best friend transferred schools. Autumn, suddenly, was no longer a carefree day, but turned into a color of memory that soothed my heart every time I thought about it.

In the afternoon of my senior year, I rode my old bicycle through the milk flower-filled street. The wind blew my ao dai, my hair was messy, but my heart was strangely pounding. That was the first time I suddenly realized that there was a gaze silently following me. That feeling was vague and wistful, and until now, every time I pass by that street in the fall, I still feel my heart flutter like that schoolgirl. There are student loves that don’t need to be named, just keeping them in the heart like an unfinished song is beautiful enough.

There are some strangely beautiful autumn days, the sun is as golden as honey and as fragile as morning dew. My mother often calls them “sunny dewy days”. I often go for a walk on such mornings, feeling my heart light as if washed away from all the worries. On sunny dewy days, everything seems to slow down, so I can clearly hear the sound of falling leaves, smell the fresh wind, and feel my youth gently vibrating with each step. On autumn days like these, just sitting still makes me feel that life is so lovely, so memorable.

Then maybe later, after going through many other windy seasons, I will smile and remember, they are like a yellow leaf falling slowly in the air, not knowing when it will touch the ground, just the moment of falling is enough to add beauty to the sky.

And then everyone needs an autumn to remember, to love. An autumn of fifteen, of quiet first love, of sadness of parting with friends, of unfinished youthful dreams. And my twenties also have their own autumn like that. Who knows, one day, in the hustle and bustle of life, I will suddenly meet myself again in the gentle gaze of an old autumn, hearing my heart stir with a familiar whisper: “Ah, so I once had such a beautiful autumn!...”./.

    Source: https://www.qdnd.vn/van-hoa/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/ngay-nang-uom-suong-1011012