Lagerstroemia June
BPO - June is here.
Purple color of Lagerstroemia.
June has always stirred the hearts of journalists. This June, my heart is filled with turmoil and turmoil due to many changes...
Flipping through old memorabilia, opening the yellowed paper roll, I still see my bold, faint pencil lines in the original painting of an old purple-flowered lagerstroemia standing precariously along the hillside.
That old tree has been a part of my memory over the years.
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Ba Ra and a silent hill amidst the thin rays of sunlight, used to be the place that kept the breath of radio and television waves, where memories quietly formed into unforgettable memories. There, the old Lagerstroemia tree stood silently as a witness to many seasons of change.
The first days I set foot on this hill. I kept looking at the Lagerstroemia tree and my heart was filled with pride. The tree trunk was sturdy, rising up amidst the harshness of nature like an unwavering perseverance, like us - the " wave keepers" who were steadfast and silent.
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Sketch photo: Sy Hoa
June
Lagerstroemia season.
Each cluster of purple flowers floating in the sunlight, recalling the innocent dreams of the poor scholar who secretly loved and missed the princess Bang Lang who descended to earth in the fairy tale years ago.
Then the season passes, the flowers fall, the purple petals sway gently in the wind, like moments lived to the fullest and then passed away, leaving behind echoes of a glorious time.
Days and months pass.
We also change like the purple flower tree.
There are rainy days on Ba Ra peak that wash away all sounds, only the sound of thunder echoing in the gloom of the mountains and forests, like the challenges of the profession that once made us feel unsteady...
Days and months pass.
I gradually got used to the nature of the mountains and forests; used to the early morning crowing of jungle fowls and the night sounds of animals and plants here; waiting for the wind, playing with the clouds; welcoming the sunlight and waiting for the moon to hang.
I am used to climbing, carrying " images" and " sounds" on each rock, the path leading to " heaven's gate" in the journey to keep the waves, connecting the sounds to everywhere.
Days and months pass.
That Lagerstroemia tree and I will be together forever. The color of the tree tells me the color of life and time. The mist melts and condenses, the wind stops blowing, and the days and nights pass by.
Days and months pass.
The Lagerstroemia tree has also gotten used to the rain, wind, and thunder. We have also learned to stand firm, embrace the changes, and calmly continue the journey.
… And who knows, in this quiet moment today, I have left a small trace of the past on the purple hill. Leaving that mountain, a low note in the many tones of the music of memories.
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The old days…
The antennas on the roof are like directionless arms searching the air for a bit of colorful joy in life.
The images and sounds of the old television and radio are now also silent and still. Let the memories of the past evoke the solemn chants, the folk songs, the vọng cổ verses that generations of people have waited for.
The old days…
Now there are only bold and faint traces of time left in the picture of the purple flower I painted years ago.
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June is here.
The old Lagerstroemia tree on the hillside, over time, has grown old and fallen branches and leaves. The purple color of the flowers has gradually faded like the sadness of the princess missing the poor scholar of the past. Is there a voice or the sound of the forest rustling for that sadness and loss…
Probably not!
Silently inside, it is just a silence to transform.
The Lagerstroemia root seems to have clung tightly to the hillside to nurture a new green color. Where it was dry and broken, a young branch still grows out, as if it were still there - a rebirth.
Old memories do not disappear but quietly blend into new rhythms. Just like the life of a tree: From a small seed growing, blooming, and bearing fruit according to the evolutionary flow of life.
Then comes the day when the leaves turn yellow, the branches dry up, the flowers fade, the tree seems to bow before the laws of heaven and earth, of impermanence!
Alas, the old Lagerstroemia tree never tried to hold on to spring, never resisted the changing winds and rains. That Lagerstroemia tree lived every moment to the fullest, filtering for life many colorful flower buds.
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June is coming…
Remember the purple flowers that filled the sky with nostalgia on the hills of the past.
There are moments of silence and stillness at certain times. But that does not disappear but slowly transforms into a new form.
And…
I still look forward to the day when the old hill will be purple with flowers again...
Lagerstroemia in June!
Binh Phuoc , June 2025
Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/9/174161/bang-lang-thang-6
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