In May, I felt like I was floating in the vast land of colorful flowers and memories. Illustration In May, I felt like I was floating in the vast expanse of colorful flowers and memories. It seems that a whole sky of memories is brought back forever of a period of nostalgia. The roads in May are high and wide, sunny and windy, carrying a busy summer on their shoulders. To be amazed by the purple color filled with mausoleums on each street, each road marked the footprints. The familiar road that is usually passed every day turns purple. Chan in the summer sun as if to alleviate some of the glare and harshness. To leave a mark. Looking up at each bunch of flowers, we feel lost in the midst of the vastness. The two sides of the road are dyed purple with mausoleums, so the heart is forever, the car is hesitant to move. Memories of a time when students dreamed rushing back. The petals are thin and light, holding the gong in the wind. The notebook gently presses the petals who give it, but keeps it forever in the student’s age. The corner of the schoolyard is filled with green leaves and purple colors every summer like a slow, romantic and peaceful movie. Where the students often sit forever at recess or review together at the end of the course, at the end of the year. That place is like a private pride, a special hidden space of the beloved school. Summer is adorned with colorful flowers marking a separate territory that cannot be mixed. The sky is filled with red phoenix. Recovering, agitated, wistfully calling the student’s name. The more radiant and fresh Phuong becomes, the closer the day of parting comes. As much as the children are eager for the summer vacation, the seniors will be quiet, thinking, and sad all the time. Sadness is about to leave school, away from teachers and close friends. Even though the month of May is unintentionally sown in people’s hearts, unrelenting pain. The hot summer sun softens before the pink and white color of the lotus returns to the city. Sen back to town on simple and simple bicycles. The lotus brings with it the peace and serenity of flowers rising up in the mud to soften the harshness of the sun, the glare of the season, the noise of the city. The street seems quieter, more peaceful. May knows how to plant a small but painful nostalgia in our hearts. Like canary yellow dyed the whole sky. Above, there is only a space that is as bright as sunshine, fresh and full of life. Flowers fall in bunches from above to wide, spacious. Only a quiet flower tree at the front gate lit up a sunny space. Someone bustling together to keep memories. Years have passed, the student days are far away, but still in memory the familiar image of the canary tree dyes the memory yellow. Thinking about summer, people cringe back to the days of intense sunburn. But Hanoi has its own way to cool the souls of those who stay and those who leave. With a gentle pure lotus flower, with a calm green lotus leaf, fragrant nuggets are wrapped. With mausoleums, phoenixes, canaries in the sky. By a small alley, accepting the sunlight as clear as honey, it adorns the yellow wall. There is a summer in May somewhere that is always so warm and yet so gentle in my heart…

Illustration. Summer sunshine roams the streets. The sun shines on the brilliant red phoenix flowers. The sun danced and swayed with the sound of cicadas on the cool green leaves. From time to time, a tinkling cicada resounds like the conductor of a summer choir. Walking on the street, the petals of ivory-white alligator flowers gently let go in the wind, carpeting the pavement. The sweet and sour crocodile scent is reminiscent of love. Sometimes, the sun warms up what seems to have cooled down. Just a drop of sunshine next to a cup of coffee makes the couple suddenly smile when they spread their hands to catch the sun. That’s right, the sun always warms up the old days, reminds us of the brilliant youth of May. At noon, the sun was a bit harsher. The surface of the road was steaming hot, making the backs of the clothes of street vendors, motorbike taxis… wet with sweat. They are still busy making a living in the summer sun. There are mothers who carry the future of their children’s education on their shoulders and carry street vendors. They roam and crept into small alleys, collecting every change to light up their children’s dreams. In the afternoon, we step out to the outskirts of the city, trying to shine in the afternoon on the rolling rice fields like water waves. The scent of rice is carried by the wind… spreading far… so tenderly with the remaining sun drops. In the windy sky, the sound of kite flutes and the clear laughter of children flying kites. The sun brings us back to the land of carefree memories with summer holidays filled with joy and children’s games. There are summer afternoons hiding with you to catch ticks, fly kites, pick phoenix flowers, chestnut flowers… When you come back, apologize to your mother, but then after a few days, you will be busy following you. Remember, every summer, the sun lit up her mother’s bright smile when she first received news that her son had passed the university entrance exam. And… one day, the sun sparkled in tears of joy, tearing up the day I left my son to study abroad. This summer has been special as we put all of our vacation plans in a remote area and stay at home. The epidemic is like a whirlwind that comes with many consequences. Each person restrained themselves, put down their wishes to go out, to the street, to travel… to protect themselves and their families. In life, there are times when we encounter difficulties and adversity, we feel like we want to give up everything. But always keep the warm sunshine, optimism in your heart to go through the storm. The sparkling sun brings us excitement, ignites the belief that we will go through the difficult days. Let’s watch the summer sun through the windows and hope for all the good things of the coming summers…

Below the post, many people leave comments with the desire to be instructed by this mother on how to make beautiful and delicious food for her baby.

The sure mother being talked about here is the sister Pham Thi Luyen (Hanoi) is currently a preschool teacher.

According to Ms. Luyen, normally she is not an excellent person in cooking, but from the time her child reaches the age of weaning, she also learns and learns by herself to make the dishes that her child loves.

“I joined the weaning groups on facebook and saw other mothers making young tofu from oats, so I tried to try it myself, and came up with a way to mix and feed the baby”, Luyen shared.

When her beautiful dishes received many compliments from everyone, Ms. Luyen herself felt very happy and had more motivation to take care of her child more carefully.

According to Ms. Luyen, the baby snacks made by her are extremely simple, fatty, delicious and nutritious. Called the dish “young tofu” but has nothing to do with beans, but the main ingredient is oats.

Ms. Luyen shares the recipe for this “young tofu” dish, which includes 1 part oatmeal, 3 parts water, mixes the flavor of other tubers and grind them. Then, sift the ground oats twice to filter out the pulp, bring to a boil, while stirring while the oats are thick.

The last step is to apply 1 layer of baby’s cooking oil to the mold, add the boiled oats, wait for it to cool, then put it in the refrigerator cooler.

“During the making process, you should pay attention to the mixing ratio is relatively standard because if it is too thin, it will not freeze. Mothers pay a little attention that the baby will have delicious food and still be beautiful “, Ms. Luyen said excitedly.