Autumn afternoon sunlight

In the golden autumn sunshine, the gentle breeze embroiders and weaves a thin, graceful windbreaker for the season, drifting endlessly into the realm of sentimentality...

Walking in the warm autumn sunlight, my heart gently recalls a distant memory... ( Illustration photo from the Internet ).

Is it from the communion of nature and human hearts resonating into a passionate melody that makes people love autumn so much? Is it from the lingering waves gathering in a splendid field of colors and scents that makes autumn awaken passionate complexes? We wait for autumn to return to open our hearts and listen to the gentle season blooming with peace...

The season transforms with the melody of morning sunshine, afternoon rain, of the clear sky, water, of the faint, thin, and wistful breeze. The autumn sun ripens the fruits, as if gathering all the quintessence of heaven and earth into a sweet fruit. Grapefruit, custard apple, guava, persimmon, sapodilla... swaying throughout the fragrant season.

Many people are fascinated by the thin, shimmering morning mist on every branch and bush. People wait for the gentle, sudden rains to pass by romantically. I love the charming, pale yellow autumn sunlight shining on a corner of the afternoon. The sunlight has "exceeded" the burning, sultry heat of summer, spreading soft gold for us to expose our sensitive hearts. Walking in the warm autumn sunlight, my heart gently recalls a distant memory...

The sun awakens memories of the time when we were students. The schoolyard, the stone benches, the old phoenix tree in the autumn when we went to class are still imprinted in my mind. The sweet autumn sunlight is like a vague memory of the afternoons wandering in the classroom hallway just to look for a familiar figure passing by. The fresh, fragrant school uniform, a few furtive glances outside the window are enough to touch the fluttering emotions of the first days. The poor girl could not hide her embarrassment from the teasing, every time after school, they went home together, the soft silk shirt tilted in the sunlight absentmindedly...

Autumn afternoon sunlight

Each cool breeze on your rosy cheeks... ( Illustration photo from the Internet ).

And, the cool breeze has always been tiptoeing, lingering in the distant sky, one day suddenly creeping into every alley and street corner. The ghostly wind region with that poetic name is a special highlight of the end of autumn, gently blowing into the space a bit of cold caress. I love the coquetry, the thinness and aesthetic of the cool breeze season as this metaphorical saying goes: "Each grain of alluvium in March, July/Each cool breeze on your rosy cheeks". The cool breeze is indeed full of flavor, a very charming and unique flavor that is not easily mixed. In the golden autumn sunshine, the cool breeze lovingly embroiders, weaves for the season a thin, graceful windbreaker, drifting endlessly into the sentimental realm.

In the autumn afternoons, my mother often sat drying her hair on the porch. Since she was a girl, her hair had only been washed with soapberry, but it could not overcome time as it gradually turned gray. Her hair, which had been gray for more than half of her life, suddenly touched my heart with a strange feeling of compassion. I loved that peaceful moment, sitting next to my mother, plucking out gray hair, talking about joys and sorrows, sometimes picking out grains and sifting out sand from rice to cook dinner. Outside, the last rays of sunlight still swayed on the leaves, playfully dancing on the porch, shimmering like clusters of flowers.

If time is a song, telling the story of the ups and downs of the four seasons, then autumn has and will contribute to life the most passionate melodies. I am listening to the season pouring down dreamy notes, the resonance of the light pattering rain, of the cool breeze drifting through the streets, of the golden afternoon sunlight shining gently on the distant horizon...

Ngo The Lam

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