Nostalgia for water hyacinth

For some reason, I often like purple flowers. I feel moved when I see a purple river of water hyacinths flowing. Each dark green leaf spreads out as big as a hand, the blue color of the flowers seems even darker in the pale afternoon sunlight. The color of the flowers makes my heart feel desolate in my thoughts.

I don’t know why, but I often like purple flowers. I feel moved when I see a purple river of water hyacinth floating by. Each dark green leaf spreads out as big as a hand, the blue color of the flowers seems darker in the pale afternoon sunlight. The color of the flowers makes my heart wild with nostalgia. The pale afternoon sunlight spreads across the shimmering yellow surface of the river. My eyes are drawn to the petals floating along the water, making the scene more vivid and enchanting. Water hyacinth is a kind of wildflower with a purple color that is loyal, rustic and full of life, floating all over the quiet river. Whatever its meaning, water hyacinth is always a beautiful flower. It brings a feeling of peace, serenity, of a quiet and peaceful life.

To me, that purple flower has a strange fascination, I can watch that flower for hours. What I like most is when the water hyacinth blooms, covering almost the entire river surface, looking at the river in a deep purple color on a lush green background, a beautiful and simple picture of the countryside. The pale purple color of the fragile water hyacinth petals seems to touch the memories in me passionately. There is a special thing: water hyacinth is only beautiful when it is underwater, standing next to each other. When it is lifted out of the water, it will quickly wither, the petals become soft and wrinkled as if it has no vitality left. Therefore, no matter how much I love flowers, I only like to watch them bloom gently on the river.

I remember the times I went swimming in the river with my friends, then we gathered water hyacinth to play the game of selling. The small, round, smooth water hyacinth leaves were used as money to buy and sell in children's games. Everyone's shirt and pants pockets were full of water hyacinth coins. After the trading session, we would always sit down and count to see who had more money and who sold better. All those memories have now become gentle streams in my heart. Water hyacinth was not only for us children to play with. It was also a delicious vegetable for chickens and ducks. People in my village often took water hyacinth, chopped it up, mixed it with rice bran or corn bran to feed chickens and ducks. I often followed my mother pulling the cart to get water hyacinth from the village pond. After picking out the roots, she would neatly arrange the bunches of water hyacinth on the cart and pull it back. Water hyacinth is porous, its stems retain water, and it will not wilt after several days. Every time she went, she took a lot back to chop up gradually at the pond bridge for the hungry chickens and ducks.

Time passed, everything changed. Looking at the water hyacinths rustling in the afternoon wind on the river, my heart suddenly fluttered with a simple and strangely peaceful nostalgia. It was the echo of my heart, a deep nostalgia, a desire to return to the sky of youth with love.

AN THI HONG

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