April has come, surely a quiet moment drifting on the river of time. The hot and dazzling sunlight pours down from nowhere, and we don’t know where it will reach. The gloomy sunlight passes through the alley, the sunlight stretches out and casts shadows on the rows of trees.
The April sunshine is the sunshine of early summer, both strange and familiar, both old and new. There is a bit of passion and ecstasy, the moment of the season just passed by spring has something warm and wistful. The temperature of the natural thermometer suddenly fluctuates, creating something surprising but not disappointing when the sun begins to shine. April has come, in the space filled with sunlight, Phan Thiet city is being covered with brilliant colors of flowers along the streets, from the bright yellow of the royal poinciana flowers, red, bright pink with bougainvillea vines to the deep purple of the Lagerstroemia flowers.
April is a sunny month, under the brilliant colors of flowers are also unforgettable memories, each Phan Thiet resident carries within them a special emotion, joy and pride about the liberation day of Phan Thiet town (April 19, 1975), over the past 49 years, the young city of Phan Thiet is transforming every day with clear changes on the roads, on the street corners. Especially April reminds us of the triumphant songs of victory on April 30, 1975, the heroic history. The country is unified, peaceful, independent, ending the decades-long war and entering a new era.
The April sunshine is the sunshine that holds many memories for many generations of students, when the school yard’s royal poinciana trees spread their umbrellas and prepare to bloom with clusters of red royal poinciana and the melancholy of yearbooks begins to appear, with scribbled signatures and emotions that are hard to name. And perhaps April is the month of friendship, of the feelings and nostalgia of graduating students as they are about to leave their teachers and friends.
…Out there, the sun is still shining brightly. In the blazing April weather, our feet still have to beat steadily on the long road to wait, to hope for tomorrow to be more beautiful and brighter like the April sun.
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