Early summer

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I love the early summer moment. Just mentioning it brings up so many sounds and colors. The surrounding sounds are gentle, deep, and indescribably soft, like a piece of music playing in a fairy tale space or a white cloud floating in the vast sky. Those are the most peaceful moments in life. Oh, how I miss the early summer days in my beloved house, lying down listening to the birds chirping. In the garden, the trees glow a brilliant green, the rays of sunlight sparkling across the canopy of leaves.

Memories lead us back to the early summer of our childhood. A carefree, thoughtless childhood, every time summer began, our hearts were filled with joy. Happy to hear the first cicadas of the season on the longan tree branches, letting our thoughts drift back to our childhood memories , the whole gang gathered in groups of five or seven to catch cicadas and put them in a small box. After catching cicadas, we "dared" to steal fruit from the neighbor's garden. The times we were caught by the homeowner, chased, sometimes caught red-handed, with our mouths pouting and crying,... are now childhood memories.

Early summer, I remember kites made from student paper. I remember the busy afternoons, splitting, whittling bamboo, cutting and pasting to complete the kite in time to fly it during the monsoon season. Some kids even wrote their dreams on the kites, hoping that one day soon, their dreams would come true. Oh my! The thoughts, the feelings were so pure.

Early summer, I sob remembering a season of farewell, remembering the beautiful, innocent student days. The final years of high school, the yearbooks were passed around, eyes lingered on friends, not wanting to leave. Then the years passed, each person went their separate ways, wondering when we would see each other again. I was moved to hug my friend tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. So many happy and sad memories of the age of "first devil, second ghost, third student" are still there, reminding me of a beautiful youth. The season of farewell is not the end but the continuation of a season of searching for hope and knowledge. Thinking back to those beautiful student days now, I can't help but miss them.

Early summer, I want to say many loving things to my beloved summer. For me, early summer is not only the moment of changing seasons but also holds many dear memories of my hometown. I will remember early summer as a milestone of time where memories, present and future exist to confidently step into the vast life./.

Mai Thi Truc

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