Summer comes, the royal poinciana flowers bloom, lingering in the footsteps. Those who have left behind the dreamy white-shirt days also feel nostalgic and nostalgic. Student memories of the distant years rush back in the sky of blazing fire. And the final year students are regretful, excited, and reluctant as the day of farewell approaches...
There was a season of flowers that passed through my life like that. Bright red, hastily gone, passionately warm, intimate and never to return. The twelfth grade year with many busyness before the exam seasons. The graduation exam, the university entrance exam took away most of my time from the early summer days until the phoenix flowers withered. The months and years passed quickly, how sad it was when the phoenix flowers were still red all over the sunny school yard. The white dresses fluttered in the wind like young birds about to leave their loving nests. My friends and I sat together under the old phoenix trees, laughed and talked more, looked at each other longer, had intimate furtive glances in our blue eyes and wrote each other lines in our yearbooks full of feelings. Giving you, giving us so many memories, so much love. A few short sentences but full of love, full of memories. Poems that were awkward in rhyme but smooth about friendship and the blue of student dreams. Some people dream of passing the entrance exams to pedagogy, journalism, economics , some want to study medicine, some just want to work as a worker to earn a living...
Then I entered the university lecture hall - a world full of new things, vast, open and free. There were no more blackboards, white chalk, no more drums echoing in the middle of class. I carried with me old memories, memories that had not yet faded, quietly walking through the university yard every summer, my heart fluttering and fluttering when I saw the royal poinciana blooming in the corner of the lecture hall. The last summer of my university years was filled with sweet memories. In the afternoon, I often wandered with her on the road bright red with the color of student flowers. I loved her hometown, loved the small town that grew many royal poincianas. And not just me, but her, anyone who came here just once in the summer would be captivated by the royal poinciana flowers. I said goodbye to her, that morning she left, carrying with her a love, carrying a heart that only she knew...
Dong Khoi Dao
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