Touch East

Late Autumn, early Winter, the earth and sky suddenly become magical in the moment of changing seasons. The late autumn sunshine seems to pour honey into nameless memories. The early winter wind is gently cold enough to make people feel melancholy. These days, I can clearly feel the scent of Autumn permeating the chilly mist on every street of the city. Perhaps, Autumn and I embrace the nostalgia of the days touching Winter?

The milk flower branches sway in the cold wind of early winter.

Touching Winter is also when daisies appear on the street along with shy young girls in flowing ao dai. The strands of hair flying in the early winter wind fall on soft shoulders, falling on daisies, enough to make anyone's heart flutter. Daisies, a simple flower but strangely attractive. The fragile petals surrounding the bright yellow pistil make the old street bright in the early winter afternoon. Memories of a time of youth suddenly flood into the mind.

Remembering the days of white school uniforms and memories with teachers and school. Each school year passes, teachers welcome a new generation of students. Later, when flipping through the farewell yearbooks, my heart suddenly flutters with memories of the "ferrymen" who brought me and many generations of students to the shore of knowledge. I remember the bouquet of daisies that the whole class gave me and was cherished by the homeroom teacher on the school's founding anniversary. The storms of life tear the members of the class apart and send them in all directions. Although I always cherish the kindness of my teachers, the demands of life make it impossible for me to always arrange to visit my "knowledge benefactors" of the past.

Daisies are blooming on the street.

Heaven and earth are also cleverly arranged, the corn season is also when winter comes. There are mornings when I curl up in a warm blanket, listening to the voices of women and girls excitedly inviting each other to harvest corn, the feeling is so familiar. With the skillfulness of housewives, corn is processed into many attractive dishes, becoming a "specialty" in all regions. During this season, on the dinner table of each family, there is often corn stir-fried with eggs, sliced corn mixed with salad, corn stir-fried with thinly sliced chicken, adding a little chili pepper, it is so delicious.

One day, while on a business trip through Hung Ha district, I suddenly caught the scent of milk flowers wafting in the wind. Suddenly looking up at the canopy of trees along the road, I felt pity for the milk flower branch swaying in the cold wind of early winter. Although the leaves had almost fallen, the small, pretty, ivory-white flower clusters still tried to offer a bit of sweet, strong fragrance to hold on to autumn.

Late afternoon, in a small, pretty coffee shop in the heart of the city, I silently watched the yellow leaves spin in the wind and then gently land on the sidewalk... Suddenly, the verses of the poem "Touching Winter" came back to my mind:

The capricious wind gathers the last leaves of Autumn. The sulky clouds cling to the mist of the old days. The sun is innocent, dreamy as if sleeping. It calls Winter to take refuge at dusk!

Perhaps, Autumn is still lingering, not leaving the lingering steps when Winter begins.

Touching the East, sometimes waking up a little early, sitting with close friends enjoying a cup of tea, watching the sea waves crashing, suddenly thinking about the meaning of life. In life, each person, each event comes and goes because of fate. Therefore, when fate comes, we should cherish it, when fate ends, we should let it go, knowing how to take everything lightly will surely bring peace in life.

These days, I want to forever hold on to the beautiful moment of the changing seasons because of the interaction of heaven and earth. But I understand that life should follow the impermanence, when this season comes, the next season must leave...

(According to baothaibinh.com.vn)