Flower season date street

In addition to the sudden compliment of “so beautiful”, there were also enthusiastic promises when emotions were surging. I scrolled down, suddenly smiling at the humorous student quality that had never diminished in these souls who always thought they were young. Of course, I could not easily ignore the extremely romantic comment of the class monitor: “What month is it now, my dear?” These were the lyrics of a familiar love song, both nostalgic and poignant, raised as a reminder, an invitation full of passion and affection.

I often think about the flower seasons that have passed, maybe the place I live and the places I have visited. And the flower season in Pleiku is always the most vivid and beautiful memory. I remember the royal poinciana tree in front of a house in Yen The ward. This tree is almost 20 years old. My friend knew that I like to "live virtual", so she dragged me to take pictures. In the afternoon, the sun was just slanting, the golden light shining on the canopy of the tree made the flowers shine with a brilliant and proud beauty.

There are passionate dreams that keep us awake forever when one day, on the journey of life, we accidentally pass by an old path and see a rain of yellow flowers filling the space. That is the row of royal poinciana trees on the roads in the mountain town blooming and giving to nature in the nostalgic season of change. The feeling that the flowers never ask for anything, just silently give to life, regardless of the sun, regardless of the rain.

Sitting in a familiar cafe, my friend suddenly discovered something interesting. Many times I have returned to the mountain town, I have not changed at all, still the cafe with Trinh's music playing, still the same seat by the window with a low table, a vase of aster flowers, and a cluster of tinkling wind chimes hanging on the porch. I admit that I am too strict with myself to the point of boredom, but I let my soul wander here and there, picking up the remaining echoes of the sunset street or endlessly admiring the colors of flowers along the deserted road. Pleiku Street is both familiar and strange in sudden thoughts, in memories with countless memories.

“April is back, the wind sings summer (...) winding the path of blooming wild flowers...” - somewhere the passionate melody of the song “April is back” suddenly appeared and took me back to the flower seasons. It seemed that all the colors of flowers converged here, on the winding streets with slopes, beside the park and even in front of administrative agencies. I returned to the place I had been, to ponder, to pick up each flower petal in the myriad of memories, in the many memories piled up when time unintentionally erased the things I once held onto.

Talking about the flower season, especially about the flowers associated with each street corner and road of Pleiku, there are probably many more. The brilliant yellow of the yellow trumpet vine on Kim Dong Street, of the yellow trumpet vine in front of Thang Thien Parish; the nostalgic purple of the rows of purple-flowered lagerstroemia on Hung Vuong and Dinh Tien Hoang Streets and the red of Osaka on Truong Chinh Street... All of them add color to the poetic and splendid streets of Pleiku.

There was a time when I was lost in my memories of the small garden full of flowers and the scent of coffee every morning in this city. My friend suddenly burst out laughing at the half-baked poet's silly thoughts. Then he took me to visit Minh Thanh Pagoda in the middle of the city with the sparse shade of willow trees by the lake. Next to it, next to the stupa of relics next to the main hall is a royal poinciana tree with a wide canopy. At this time, the royal poinciana also begins to bloom, then silently shows off its red color in the ancient space, along with the sound of cicadas calling for summer.

Each region has its own representative flower colors and flower seasons. The Northern cotton flowers bloom in the bright sunshine of March, and the Tam Ky Sua flowers bloom in unison when the gentle rains of April come. In an almost predetermined time, after a journey of dedication to life and people, just waiting for a gentle breeze, the flowers will let themselves fall. The same goes for flowers in the mountain town of Pleiku, each season has its own color; each flower has chosen its own beauty, making many people who are far from the city always remember and miss it.

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