The last days of summer

I thought summer would stay here forever with its golden rays, but now we are about to say goodbye. The last days of summer gently touch, bringing to me many emotions that are hard to put into words.

The two words “late summer” evoke and gently make our hearts linger. Late summer will be the days when the sun is less fiery, no longer harsh, burning and uncomfortable. The sun gradually fades on the yellow butterfly wings at the beginning of the street, on the rows of purple jacarandas with faded purple. Every year, it is the same, it is a sign that the earth and sky are preparing to enter a gentle, fragile autumn. We are immersed in the joyful days of late summer, enjoying every moment. We no longer hear people complaining or grumbling when the sun is too harsh. We no longer see anyone being cautious or shy to avoid the sun. They are carefree, leisurely strolling along with the thin, brilliant yellow late summer sun…

The last days of summer are extremely cool and pleasant. At the end of the day, the rain comes more as if to compensate for the months when all things and trees suffer from the dry season. A little heat comes up but only for a moment, the coolness covers an endless space. These days in the countryside, I love the fresh, peaceful air even more, without having to endure dust and noise. Walking in the vast sky, or sitting still on a patch of grass by the roadside, I feel like I am being caressed and cooled. I daydream about the cluster of ripe, fragrant yellow starfruits in the sky and the flock of sparrows chirping endlessly. I feel like I am lost in a dreamland when along the path, the gentle white flowers are dotted with pure white colors, in the middle showing off sparkling yellow pistils. Each blade of grass, each wild flower also makes me feel so much love for life.

Illustration: Tra My

The last days of summer are the days when we are immersed in the sweet fruit season. The red, sour, crunchy, sweet plums. The fragrant mango season, each fruit swaying golden, waiting for the picker's hand. The lychee and longan seasons are full of swaying fruits. Under the summer sky, a daughter approaching the age of thirty, coquettishly walks out to the apricot garden, returning to her childhood. The old mother with two-colored hair looks at her child lovingly. The mother and daughter hold hands, walk in the garden, reach out to pick the fruits, and sit under the delicious fruit tree. The daughter whispers to her mother about the past, wishing that when she is old, she can return to this place, the last days of summer that embraced her.

In the last days of summer, children absentmindedly and regretfully put away their games and pastimes to prepare to welcome a new school year full of aspirations, lighting up their knowledge to reach far. There was a buzz of boasting to each other that their parents had just bought them a brand new set of textbooks. Some children from wealthier families had even bought them new clothes and shoes. It was so fast, summer was still lingering on their blond hair, on the afternoons on the dike, kites fluttering in the wind high above. But now it was about to say goodbye so that students could enter a season of knowledge filled with dreams and aspirations... The sound of the school drum was urging them on outside...

In the last days of summer, mother indulged her daughter in cooking crab soup with morning glory flowers. Mother no longer had the strength to go to the fields to catch crabs like in the past, now she could only run to the market to buy them quickly. Morning glory flowers were available in the home garden, they climbed the trellis above the chicken coop, the pig pen, swaying their fragrant flowers. The crab soup combined with morning glory flowers was an ideal combination that did not go together but was surprisingly perfect. Add a bowl of pickled eggplant to eat with crunchiness and it was delicious. That was all for the meal, but we looked forward to it and missed it so much.

The last days of summer, there is no way to express them all, to satisfy the feelings of the present and the past. I would like to leave behind the last days of summer with the dear, clear memories so that when I recall them tomorrow, I will love these moments even more…

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/nhung-ngay-cuoi-ha-ffb0f21/