Summer sky

It is called the sky, probably because the dreamy students of that day were ignoring the stressful review hours of March to look out the window, letting their souls drift, thinking about sunny summer days.

And of course, this typical summer sky is different from the sky of other seasons. There are clusters of bright red-orange royal poinciana flowers in full bloom; there is the incessant chirping of cicadas under the green canopy; there is a sky full of golden sunshine like woven silk...

In class, the students sitting at the last desk, after a while of looking around and “investigating”, secretly put their books up, hid their faces, and reached into their desk drawers to find the bag of green mangoes and chili salt that was ready. The students at the desks above them glanced and didn’t dare tell the teacher, they just wished they could change seats just once to make student life a little more mischievous and interesting.

The distance between the first and last desks of the last days of the year seemed very far, because many "talented" students at the last desk, after a long time of hiding like hermits, being lazy to show up to answer questions, now became the target of many teachers' test. The peaceful position at the back of the class was suddenly changed to the first desk, and the students at the first desk were also satisfied to sit at the back of the class for once. They reached into the desk drawers, the toads or mangoes were gone, only the yearbook of their friends had been forgotten. Curiously, they opened the notebook to see and were startled, it turned out that the students at the last desk were very talented, their handwriting was neat and clean. The student's handwriting had something round and immature, the sentences were still a bit sticky, lacking conciseness and clarity but full of nostalgia.

Closing the notebook, looking out the window from the last desk, you will also see a poetic scene appearing. The green, round phoenix flower buds are divided into equal parts, mixed with the bright red flowers. It seems that just one bunch of flowers is enough to contain the present and the future, mixed together, intertwined as a reminder of the simple laws of nature. A slight vibration suddenly passes by, as if seeing the time of an entire school year being recreated outside the window. From the moment of stepping into the classroom to get to know friends, to the exciting study hours or even the sadness about the exam, all have passed quickly. Although friends are still sitting around here, the teacher is still teaching new lessons, why is there a slight change? Is it just because the window frame outside is reminding of summer, because the cicadas are calling for time, or because I suddenly realize that time is framed by the window? Unable to explain, I still feel sad, like the two lines of Xuan Dieu's poem: "Today, the sky is rising lightly/I am sad, I don't know why I am sad."

Time always moves forward, tirelessly changing through the four seasons, even though people are sometimes unintentional. I have gone through so many summer skies, seen so many changes that every time I touch my eyes, I feel full of affection and nostalgia. I miss the time of purple ink with white shirts, blue pants, and clusters of red phoenix flowers. That was a carefree time, sadness passed in the blink of an eye.

Knowing that we cannot hold on to the green days, but the little bit of nostalgia and longing every time we touch the summer sky still makes people feel regretful, and then gives rise to nostalgia and a desire to return...

Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/khung-troi-mua-ha-post316367.html