May wishes

(QBĐT) - May possesses a gentle yet poignant beauty unlike any other month of the year. It's the transitional period between hustle and quiet, between beginnings and partings. Whenever May returns, my heart resonates with whispered melodies, like an old tune echoing from memory, gently touching the deepest corners of my soul in the fiery red blossoms of the flamboyant trees in the schoolyard, the buzzing of cicadas heralding summer, and the hastily written pages of autograph books, containing countless dreams, lingering feelings, and hopes for a tomorrow yet to come.

I have lived through so many years, through countless sunny seasons, countless seasons of blooming flamboyant trees, and all that time has permeated me with sweet, lingering emotions. Yet, every time May returns, I still feel a sense of nostalgia and longing. It seems that May has a strange allure, something very unique, that makes us unable to resist turning back to gaze upon and relive the beautiful moments of life.

Can you feel it? May is coming? May of sunshine, May of wind, May of rain. The first rains of the season, gentle yet enough to dispel the stifling heat of summer. Rain falls on the young flame trees, making the lush green leaves even fresher. The flame trees begin to bloom with vibrant red flowers, like small flames in the schoolyard, like the burning dreams of schoolchildren. The rain seems to blend with the children's songs, their dreams of the future, of days ahead that are still so far away.

May is also the season of farewells, a season of sweet memories but also full of regrets. A season of tearful eyes, of warm handshakes between close friends. In just a few weeks, the flamboyant trees will arrive at the classroom door, bidding farewell to the students, bidding farewell to innocent youth with their vibrant red blossoms. Summer arrives, and with it, the last classes pass, leaving behind a mix of wistful feelings in everyone's hearts. Farewell songs resound, their heartfelt, poignant lyrics soothing the space under the May sky.

I remember, every time the school year drew to a close, I could still clearly feel those sunny afternoons, when the school bell rang, signaling the end of class. The whole class rushed out to the yard, chatting and laughing loudly as they walked, their laughter echoing across the sun-drenched courtyard... I paused under the old flame tree in the corner of the schoolyard, my eyes meeting the fiery red blossoms of the flame tree slowly falling. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the buzzing of cicadas and the pungent scent of the sun, making my heart suddenly ache. Summer was coming, meaning the school year was about to end, there would be farewells, perhaps goodbye to familiar desks and chairs, and maybe even to the friends who had been with me throughout my school days. I bent down, picked up a fallen flame tree petal, and quietly tucked it into the last page of my notebook, as if wanting to keep a little bit of summer, of a time that, no matter how far I went, I could never forget.

And so, the green leaves bobbed on the young flame tree branches, as if beckoning summer, and the flame tree blossoms bloomed brilliantly in the schoolyard like small flames burning in the hearts of each student. The buzzing of cicadas from the trees added to the lively atmosphere of this familiar space. At that time, everyone carried within them a fresh hope for the future. Every gaze, every step was directed forward, towards dreams and aspirations yet to take shape.

May is like a warm whisper, a gentle smile amidst the hustle and bustle of life, reminding us to cherish and appreciate every moment, for these moments will be precious baggage for the future. Each time the flamboyant tree blossoms, each month silently passes, a new hope arises in my heart, like a small wave gently caressing my soul, though it may not come true immediately. But May always brings me unwavering faith in a bright tomorrow, like the warm light filtering through every ray of sunshine.

Dreams are not just personal desires, but also a belief in true friendship, boundless love, and the fleeting days of youth. Therefore, the years are not only months of aspirations and burning desires, but also months of sweet, turbulent, and hopeful emotions. And even as the years pass, those memories will forever remain a part of each person's heart, like a warm flame that never goes out, a powerful motivation for every step on the path ahead.

Source: https://baoquangbinh.vn/van-hoa/202505/uoc-vong-thang-nam-2226262/