The sounds of summer are becoming more vibrant, symbolized by the boisterous laughter of the children in my neighborhood, even during the day. I suddenly remember the summer days when I was a child, playing in the countryside, when the sunlight began to stream down the embankments in large strips like this, and we would run across the lush green rice fields, our feet covered in mud, and let our minds wander with the kites soaring in the sun.
Summer in the countryside is filled with golden sunshine and the lush green of the sky, yet it's much cooler than the harsh sun in the city, thanks to the shady green gardens full of fruit trees, the trellises of gourds and pumpkins, or even hammocks nestled among coconut trees...
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| Crape myrtle has long been a familiar flower every summer - Photo: Internet |
Occasionally, when I hear the rare breeze rustling through the streets, I find myself strolling along paths lined with purple crape myrtle flowers. The purple hue of the crape myrtle always evokes a feeling of profound tranquility. So tranquil that, even as the summer sun relentlessly sets, simply gazing at the crape myrtle's purple brings a sense of calm to the soul—not a refreshing coolness, but a way to soothe the harshness of the summer sky. Sometimes, I suddenly hear the faint chirping of cicadas somewhere among the leaves, and a soft smile forms on my lips as I recall distant memories: the final days of school, exam season, farewells, and moments of celebration followed by goodbyes. All of it seems to echo within me like a subconscious whisper of summer.
Last night, I stood on the bridge watching the lanterns float down the great river towards the sea. Every summer, joining the crowd to watch each lantern, filled with wishes, drift away, brings a sense of peace to my heart. Out there, everyone carries within them many worldly concerns, countless worries about gain and loss, and the burdens that everyone faces as they enter adulthood. Yet, when it comes to the Lantern Festival, everyone still carries within them faith and wishes, hoping they will come true. Every year, even though the summer heat lingers until evening, when the Lantern Festival arrives, I always join the crowd to release the lotus-shaped lanterns or watch them float down the water. Because each time the small candles are lit, the belief in what one desires is rekindled, and when people have faith and purpose in life, they always find life a little gentler.
June has arrived, bringing with it the dry yet vibrant colors of summer. I can smell the faint fragrance of clusters of golden shower trees swaying in the breeze, their golden hues spreading everywhere. The first time I encountered this flower, I was deeply moved: it felt as if a flower was slowly absorbing the golden light of summer to shine upon itself. During its peak bloom, the tree seems to glow, its entire body a brilliant golden, and the closer you get, the more striking that golden color becomes, as if the tree itself represents the colors of the summer sky.
I've gazed at many summer skies, but every time the June sunbeams fall on the streets, I turn back to look again. Summer brings with it many old memories and enriches my mind with new ones. It's like summer; every time new rays of sunlight appear, fragments of memories, steeped in history, stir within me, yet also containing rays of pristine innocence. It makes the summer before me suddenly seem so eagerly anticipated. And that's why, every time June arrives, I find myself looking forward to it a little more.
Le Hua Huyen Tran
Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/van-hoa/202606/nhung-ngay-thang-sau-0906767/










