The June sun burns the skin. The cicadas play a wordless chorus like an endless longing. Just yesterday, before the closing day, the schoolyard was bustling with students like a swarm of bees. But now, in the last week of May, the first days of June, there are no more footsteps, no more laughter. During the summer break, the chairs in the schoolyard are pitifully lonely.
This is the old school, moss is imprinted on each old tree over the years... The row of rosewood trees spread their canopies over the entire school yard; the newly planted royal poinciana and lagerstroemia trees, now after 20 years, are surprisingly tall and imposing; the old banyan tree used to be the gathering place of the "trading group" of girls. Season after season, year after year, the old tree is the witness of many generations of students.
The school is now bigger, more spacious, and more modern. The outdoor gymnasium that used to be empty is now a gymnasium with full equipment for students' physical training. I still remember that every time it was time for physical education class, the girls were afraid that the teacher would make them swing on the vertical bar or do somersaults on the horizontal bar, so they would pretend to be "on their period". Many times, the old story was repeated, and they could not fool the teacher. As a result, those who cried out "on their period" were punished by the teacher to run 2 laps around the yard to... circulate their blood. I was angry with the teacher, felt sorry for myself, and felt that I "deserved it" for "deceiving my teacher and friends"...
The old people are different now, the old school has also changed a lot, only the memories are still as exciting and fresh as the beginning. Oh, how I miss them. Memories like a film roll show many faces, eyes, smiles of old friends, old stories. It is not for nothing that everyone carries in their hearts the image of June. No matter how dry a person is, every time the phoenix flowers "light up" and the purple jacarandas fill the sky, they feel their hearts flutter, flutter, and evoke so much nostalgia. June is the exam season, the farewell season for final year students. It is also June, but the emotions of each age are so different. For 5th graders, June is filled with excitement, anticipation of moving up to the next grade. For 9th graders, June is filled with lingering, wistful memories, and many secrets are hidden in their hearts. June of the 18th year is filled with tears, someone's heart skips a beat because of the first love, hands clasped tightly, the first kiss is lost... Knowing that the stressful university entrance exam is near, but why is "the worry not as big as the longing". Just thinking about the scene from tomorrow, that familiar figure, that dreamy eyes, that clear smile (of the person that I have imprinted in my memory) not being able to touch each other every day, makes my heart ache, tears well up. Across the corner of the hallway, a hastily handed letter, and from that day on, whenever our eyes met, we felt like we were electrocuted.
Life is like that, in just a few blinks of an eye, the girl of the past is now middle-aged. The hustle and bustle of everyday life sometimes overshadows the memories. In the middle of the hot June, my feet hesitantly return to my old school, as if wanting to hold on to time. The sky of memories is filled with love, from the schoolyard, the hallway, the classroom corner...
After 5 years of graduating, some are near, some are far; after 10 years of graduating, some are forgotten, some are remembered... A hurried period of time, the boys rush into their careers, the girls leave their offices and rush home to have children... Looking back, in a flash, 2 decades have passed, enough time for everyone to settle down, have a stable position in society, and stabilize their family's economy . Until now, after a long journey, when they are no longer young, even though they have not yet reached old age, they have begun to have time to miss each other. No wonder, "when we are about to get old, we look back at our youth" - that must be the reason why people in their 40s and older are still fond of class reunions, excited to meet friends, and joyfully relive their youth.
"We miss each other, let's have a class reunion!", a friend in the class group started by texting, and dozens of people said "class reunion" in unison. Regardless of the scorching heat of June, the cicadas chirped, urging each other to come back for the class reunion. In the era of Zalo and Facebook, just one text message is enough for friends from all over to meet. Since when did the class reunion season seem to be real? Now, whenever the purple jacarandas and the bright colors of the royal poincianas are everywhere, scrolling through Facebook, you will see friends showing off their class reunions. Maybe it was intentional, the cicadas' chirping makes summer, and the jacarandas and royal poincianas make our class reunion season?!
Source: https://phunuvietnam.vn/nho-nhau-roi-chung-minh-hop-lop-thoi-20250207174322672.htm
Comment (0)