Return to the summer

Let's return to the old days, where the vibrant red of the flamboyant tree blossoms mingled with the rain in the schoolyard. The sounds from that beloved land, the whiter chalk dust clinging to the teacher's hair.

A feeling of longing and wistfulness with the clouds.
Follow the intoxicating dance of cicadas.
Friends, where have you all gone?
Turning the pages of the diary, tears welled up in my eyes.

The slanted line evokes a gentle feeling.
The stone benches still stand there, lined up in a dreamy row.
We gather memories into poetry.
The business world, the innocent days of youth.

The seasons are changing, summer has arrived.
The wind blows abundantly across the May sky.
Come back here, and remember to visit!
Where, far away, was that exam?

Nguyen Le Ai Ngoc

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