The sound of cicadas calling in exam season

BHG - When the early summer sunlight penetrates the phoenix tree canopy into the schoolyard, it is the time when the cicadas begin to call back to the brilliant days. The exam season is coming, with many restless days, many ambitions for the bright future. It is also a special moment of student life, immersed in the sobbing sound of cicadas echoing in the sky.

Summer is here, a time full of nostalgia for school age. The days of “innocent pink age” pass by peacefully, to enter the sunny summer day of farewell in the wet yearbooks of students at the end of each level. In the chirping sound of cicadas, nervously, urging the days of parting from teachers and school, leaving behind the clear sky of the sunny flower time.

The sound of cicadas and red phoenix flowers are indispensable things of school age.

Anyone who has passed the school years will surely not forget the excitement of early summer, the sound of cicadas in the school yard with increasing tempo, making the space seem to be reserved only for the sound of cicadas. But the noise and mischief of the cicadas did not make the students feel deafened or have a headache, on the contrary, it was like a symphony with a melody reserved only for school years. And perhaps only school years can understand and "sympathize" with the innocence of the summer cicadas choir.

In the sound of cicadas chirping among the royal poinciana trees, in the old cajuput trees drooping down to the school yard, beside the stream of thoughts, the sad, absent-minded ripples of a long hair looking out the window; but there is still someone diligently, immersing themselves in their studies with the determination to rush the exam season. There is the image of someone who has spent many long nights with books, suddenly falling asleep with a dream of passing the exam at the desk, ignoring the teasing of the cicadas, and then suddenly waking up, their ears ringing with the sobbing sound of cicadas.

The summer rain suddenly poured down, soaking the green foliage, causing the cicadas to stop chirping for a moment. But as soon as the rain passed, the sunlight shimmered outside the classroom door, the cicadas continued to chirp in unison, filling the sky. Those sounds penetrated deep into the souls of the students in their white school uniforms. Therefore, in the yearbooks of the 9th and 12th graders, every time they opened them, surely everyone would faintly feel the sound of cicadas, the red phoenix flower color, and many special emotions of their student years.

In the final days of school, there is nothing more memorable and nostalgic than the sound of cicadas in a sunny space. It urges, makes time pass faster and makes everyone forget the heat. As the exam days approach, the sound of cicadas becomes even more special, like a farewell song of the school. Then, after the final exam, parting ways to new horizons, every time summer comes, surely the alumni will not help but miss the beautiful moments of summer under the roof of the old school.

How many exam seasons have passed in each person's life, each exam season has the bustle and excitement of the sound of cicadas. After going through those exam seasons, stepping out into the world and gradually becoming callous over the years, suddenly Summer comes, the sound of cicadas in the midday sun reminds me of the old days of studying. How many long nights, studying until my eyes were blurred, my back was hunched, but the cicada choirs urged us students to overcome the threshold of exams, touching the moments of bursting happiness. Therefore, the symphonies of summer cicadas are like an indelible sound in the heart.

Summers still repeat themselves with many generations of students passing by in the sound of cicadas. Every time I hear the cicadas calling for summer, I remember the tears of my homeroom literature teacher and my sobbing classmates in the farewell moment. After several decades, amidst the hustle and bustle of life, many of us still keep in our hearts the beautiful moments of a sunny time, with the sobbing sounds of cicadas urging the exam season.

Article and photos: PHUNG NGUYEN

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