April is coming

“April comes, the wind sings of summer, there are such blue horizons. The clouds are far away, the sun is far away, the distant river flows slowly. The sun is gentle, the white clouds are gentle, singing a song far away”…

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In April, the sky was less gloomy, the gentle wind pushed the gray clouds to drift somewhere. In the wind, the cold air seemed to have disappeared, the sky was getting brighter and brighter. On a sunny afternoon, looking up, you could see patches of blue clouds. The space was high and airy, signaling the beautiful sunny days to come.

In April, white trumpet flowers bloom on the streets, floating and gentle like clouds, filling every small alley. People in the street are stunned to see each round flower bud covered with dew gradually blooming in the early morning sun. Quickly wiping away the drops of sweat, her hands rough and sunburned, the flower seller quickly selects each branch, bunch of flowers and gently places them in the basket of the customer's bicycle. The trumpet flowers "flirt" with the old lady's bicycle to "settle" in a small corner of the cozy living room. The old lady is absorbed in admiring the beautiful flowers, her eyes dreamy, reminding her of a distant girlhood.

In April, the last remaining cotton flowers of the season still tried to light a fire in the air. At the foot of the old cotton tree, the water seller clicked her tongue and said absentmindedly, the cotton flowers had fallen, it was time to put away the cotton blanket. A visitor from afar was leisurely walking around the soft green grass, stopping to pick up a flower that had just fallen. The cotton flowers were bright red in the palm of his hand, the petals still fresh, gently swaying in the wind. So deep, so soft, the passerby seemed to hear the visitor mumble.

“The street is empty of you, is the street sad? The cotton tree is ablaze with fire. Someone hesitantly passes through the small door. Waiting for someone when the street lights come on”… The tea seller whispered to herself, perhaps this is a customer looking for old memories, with many thoughts.

In April, amidst the hustle and bustle of life with worries and thoughts, sometimes Huong feels “lost”, confused. The hustle and bustle of life makes the girl walk faster between familiar yet strange streets. It is only natural that the slow pace of life of young people is sad, worrying, Huong thinks to herself. But if she no longer feels joy, no longer feels happy about small, simple things, Huong thinks it is even more worrying. Therefore, the girl always tries to cherish, nurture every little emotion every day. In the hope that she will not gradually become numb. Until the harsh reality each day gradually takes away the things she has saved...

The cotton flowers suddenly fell in a rush on the green grass, the small rustling sounds startled Huong, pulling her out of her wandering thoughts. Then another batch of flowers fell, just like sparks dancing in the air. The flowers had fallen but were still burning like that, completely red… In the girl’s eyes, the red color of the cotton flowers seemed to gradually appear, flickering, sparkling with rays of light.

Spring Flowers

Source: https://baonamdinh.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202504/thang-4-ve-adf24bb/