April memory corner

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April comes, the wind sings summer

There is a shower in the blue eyes

I suddenly saw your sincere words

Like clover clinging to familiar footsteps…

(April is back - Nguyen Nhat Anh)

April returns with the gentle breath of the earth and sky, as if afraid to awaken the old dreams still lingering on the canopy of leaves. My heart also has a small corner reserved for April - a place to store nameless memories, just a passing breeze is enough to stir them.

April is the moment of changing seasons, when the first summer rains suddenly pour down, washing away the traces of spring sunshine on the road. Waking up one morning, suddenly realizing that the wind carries a cool mist of water, somewhere lurking the sweet scent of lilies. Lilies - the flower of April, white as unsent letters, pure as a nameless nostalgia...

People say that every blooming season is a season of nostalgia. I don’t know if that’s true, but I just know that every time I see lilies, my heart sinks. I remember the early mornings when I went to the flower market with my mother, my tiny hands holding onto her shirt, my eyes sparkling as I watched the newly cut lily bouquets, still wet with dew. I also remember the first time I personally arranged a vase of flowers, the lily petals tilted in the white porcelain vase, the gentle fragrance spreading in the corner of the old house. And I remember... one afternoon far away, someone once gave me a lily branch, along with a promise that time has swept away.

Those memories, as old as a handwritten letter pressed between faded diary pages. Just when April comes, just a passing breeze carrying the scent of lilies, everything comes rushing back as if it had never faded...

April brings with it sudden rains, coming and going as quickly as a story that has to end before it can even begin. The rains of April are neither as cold as spring rain nor as heavy as summer rain. They fall very lightly, like a whisper from heaven and earth, like a gentle touch on memories. I like the quiet April afternoons sitting by the window, watching the rain fall on the eaves while my heart drifts back to the old days. That day, also on an April afternoon like that, I quietly listened to someone laughing loudly in the rain. But then, all that is left is memories.

April is also the month of farewells. The purple-colored Lagerstroemia trees begin to turn purple, as a reminder of the upcoming exam season. When I was a student, I didn’t understand why people loved Lagerstroemia so much. Only when I grew up did I realize that purple is not only the color of flowers but also of unspoken feelings, of innocent, silent emotions. There are people who passed through April, leaving in me a vague trace, a gentle memory that will never fade.

People say April is the season of unfinished things. Someone has made a confession, someone has lost a hand, someone has looked at each other but not had the courage to move forward... And so, April just passes by, carrying things that have not yet taken shape, leaving a vague void in people's hearts. But I believe that, even though April brings unfinished things, it is still a very beautiful part of youth. At least, in some moment, we have loved, had hopes, had dreams.

April - the season of nostalgia but also the season of new beginnings. The rains of April water the earth and sky, and from there, trees sprout, old roads suddenly become new. I used to think April was the season of lost things but then suddenly realized, it is also the month of gentle hopes. April comes and goes but people's hearts remain with emotions that cannot be named.

So, even though April evokes old memories and brings with it a bit of nostalgia, I still love April in my own unique way. I love the fresh breezes, the pristine lily colors, the sudden rains, and the unfinished things. No matter what, April will eventually end, and there are still bright days ahead.

April comes, my heart opens a corner of memories...

Linh Chau

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