I don’t know why, but every April, my heart yearns for a land I’ve passed by. Because there, there are seasons of flowers flooding my memory. April comes when the rays of sunlight pass through my face, glaring down on the hot streets, shining through the cracks of my room’s window every morning. Many people don’t like April because they can’t stand its harshness and dryness. But I love April in a very unique way, strangely intimate and poetic.
Having had the opportunity to travel to many places, passing through many hot Aprils, I suddenly realized that there are flower seasons reserved for April only. I remember how moved I was when I stood under the cotton tree at the village entrance when it was in full bloom. Each flower was like a pink flame lighting up a corner of the countryside sky. The villagers said that every time they returned from a long trip, if they saw the cotton tree at the village entrance, they knew they were near home, saw their childhood flickering like a butterfly, saw the shy smile of their friend when she put cotton flowers in her hair... And no matter how many times the children of the village came and went, the cotton tree still stood quietly by life, watching the years pass by. I leaned against the cotton tree to listen to the silence of time under the red sky.
Walking through the streets of April, sometimes I stopped at a corner, standing absentmindedly looking at the crowded shops. I longed for the summer rains, brushing past the lilies in the heart of Hanoi . Every April, the lilies seemed to hold back the footsteps of people. Passersby were engrossed, turning their heads to look at the flower baskets lying along the road. My friend took me around the old town. I suddenly saw a gentle old Hanoi still nestled in every drop of April sunshine. And it seemed that the lilies had created a very special April for Hanoi. A humble yet pure April.
But sometimes in April, I am lost in thoughts of the brilliant pink color in the early morning sun. The trellises of bougainvillea are so beautiful that they make people feel heartbroken in the midst of bustling Saigon. The flower has no scent but still sows a bit of nostalgic nostalgia in people's hearts. Sometimes I think that the flower knows it has no scent, so when it leaves the branch, it tries to keep its color from fading. Picking up the fallen petals. I remember Saigon, remember the days when I learned to be a city dweller, remember the times I got lost at the intersections crowded with people and vehicles. So that every time I look at the bougainvillea, I remember Saigon in April.
Another flower that makes April sparkle forever in me. The flower that always turns towards the sun, which I was often taught when I was young. And every time I have difficulties or stumbles in life, I still believe in the sunflower in my memory. The flower is always strong, turning towards the bright light of my life. When April comes, I remember Da Lat - Lam Dong , remember the seasons of sunflowers as golden as the fields in the ripe rice season. Standing on the high hill, watching the sunflowers proudly raise their heads, I feel my heart flutter as if no matter how many events I go through out there, just need to come here, stand and watch the sunflowers bloom, never bowing their heads to the sun, then everything will become peaceful. So I know I must not stop in the face of difficulties. Because everyone needs to find their own light.
The road back to Ha Giang in April is covered with pure white color mixed with the green canopy of the mountains and forests. The color of Bauhinia flowers quietly goes with the rocky plateau through rain and sunshine, from one season to another. The weather is a bit cold, I follow the road to the village, over the steep hill. I stretch out my arms and inhale deeply the scent of the earth and sky. A wind blows through, making the clusters of Bauhinia flowers peeking out from the mountains and hills, creating undulating waves as if the clusters of Bauhinia flowers are floating in the middle of the green forest. I return to the plains and bring with me the pure white color of Bauhinia flowers floating in the valley.
Through the quiet Aprils of your life, you can encounter many different flower seasons such as: Bauhinia flowers, Sau flowers, Barringtonia acutangula flowers, Rhododendron flowers, Royal poinciana flowers... Each flower silently offers its fragrant flowers to life, adorning a clear April. Sometimes I think I will never be able to leave those hot and passionate Aprils. Every time April comes, passing through a strange land, I know there will be another flower season waiting for me there...
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