Sent to June

There is something strange, familiar, and stirring in our hearts every time we enter June. The month of nostalgic sympathies, the resonance of the shimmering colors of royal poincianas, the aching sound of cicadas drifting across the summer sun, then suddenly calming down with the hurried rain at the end of the afternoon...

June, like me, a dreamy student, is filled with many confusing emotions that are hard to name. There, there is a lamp that diligently stays awake every night next to the pages of the exam season books that open and close with care. Quiet but bustling, peaceful but suddenly bustling. All my dreams and plans for the future that I sent to June, go with the June full of worries and anxieties.

The dreamy and clumsy age is like the sunlight, the rain seems to always know how to comfort each other in the days of June. The sun is so hot that it seems to want to burn everything, making the sound of falling cicadas and the mournful sounds outside gradually weaken; but it also makes the color of the royal poinciana even more splendid, burning red, covering a corner of the sky.

Each phoenix flower petal falls endlessly on the shoulders of the dress, even hidden in the soft hair. The flowers are romantically woven into lovely circles by schoolgirls to record every loving moment. And the rain, never before has it been so proud, roaring and furious, rumbling and falling as if wanting to wash away all the heat of the summer sun above. Suddenly, I feel a little moved when recalling a couple of old verses, gently carved into the wistful month of June: "June rains, rains incessantly / It doesn't rain, I also pray for rain..." (poem by Nguyen Sa).

If you ask me what color June is, it would be difficult to give a proper answer. Red, yellow, white, and sky blue. The red of the bright, dazzling student flowers. The yellow of the sun, which is also the color of aspiration and belief in victory. The white of the late afternoon rains or the pure student uniforms gently folded into a few vague memories. The vast blue sky, which is the color of hope, of the peaceful dream I cherish for tomorrow.

June is full of nostalgia, filled with many tones and bustling sounds for distant memories to guide us back. In that place, there is a splendid flower color that forever lingers in the unforgettable memory, there is a shy first handshake, a chance eye contact that leaves in each other so much excitement and confusion...

I don't know how to say enough, with you, with the silent month of June, so much longing. I hope the gentleness and passion of June will keep for someone the strange beat in their heart of a familiar figure, a pure white dress passing by the classroom door, a stream of hair flying after school. That love, that nostalgia will forever remain in the anguish of their heart, even though tomorrow time will take it away.

June, writing for you and the dreamy student age today, suddenly bursts into my mind a sky full of memories, of June of the past, of a beautiful nostalgic land that still stirs and calls. Sending back to June, I send into it so much of my sentimentality and a deep love...

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202506/gui-ve-thang-sau-9642ab0/