In June, rain falls on the tender young leaves.
Water lilies in the green fields stretch their long pistils and delicate petals.
Old summer lotus pond
The frog sat and sang a nursery rhyme.
The rain was falling softly.
The rain whispers a silent love song.
Someone's footsteps are coming slowly through the crowded street.
I was astonished to step on the rustling leaves of the fallen flamboyant trees.
Soaked in rain, bewildered, I remember the day I dreamed.
The old, moss-covered school evokes a sense of nostalgia as the final school year begins.
Gently holding hands, our hearts fluttered.
Memories remain, but where are those distant souls?
June rain, a never-ending, incessant downpour.
"Even if it doesn't rain, I'll still pray for rain."
With tender, poetic feelings, even butterflies and flowers are stirred.
Summer has returned, bringing with it a boundless season of memories.
Summer rain falls gently, carrying with it a sense of longing.
Just once, let's go back to our school days.
Watching the phoenix fly down, its long, silky hair falling.
Shining with affection, a lingering feeling that will never fade.
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/tu-su-mua-29c0453/






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