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…

Photo: Internet Sometimes in my life, I want to forget the tiredness so that the towels can be returned to the peaceful little hamlets, I want to forget about the wide streets to settle myself with the peace of the old season. We went back to the small riverside hamlet, the monkey bridge lying on the river was gone, the water wharf, the boat had left with fragments of time. Sitting and watching the water dissipate, we seem to vanish with a rustling monsoon. The rows of old eucalypts have been waiting for many times to change leaves, how many times to change the land, to move the rain and sun, and the little village keeps it for us with so many overlapping mess. The day we left the hometown, passed the small bamboo bridge in front of the house, waking up with open horizons, sending our hearts back by the waterfront along the river, sending my first love back in a bitter look. I flow into the city with short, evenly long days. To one day find ourselves in abundance in the street, we dream about the simple lifestyle of our homeland. Wake me up every morning with the sound of chickens crowing, with a bright ray of sunlight that pierces the canopy of leaves, and sweet sales of goods in the morning. We walked out into the garden, took a deep breath of the fresh village air, and heard the flowers and leaves whisper blooming. Feel every beat of time, ignoring the old old dogma. Hold your hand to catch the clear morning sun – a peaceful flower blooms under your hand … I wander the familiar village path, where a coconut shadow always appears to lean on. Sitting under the shade of the hometown coconuts, from someone’s home warm, passionate lullabies, these songs follow me throughout my life. The figure of a woman who is industrious, enduring pain and suffering in the countryside is never mixed in up and down road dust. The proud voice of the country pours into the day of diligence so that we love the voice of the motherland forever. We went back and weeped in the night with doubts going through each other. The sound of frogs looking for each other, the clattering of insects, the sound of parents sitting back and forth in the cramped, quiet dinner pot. I used to be excited about the street, tired of the poor days in the countryside. Walk long distances on the feet of youth, across high hills. Let one day see sadness plunge, hesitate to pass each other as a part of life. The countryside brightly lit, we illuminate ourselves in the pond water. Each trace of time chasing after days, the nostalgia of flapping its wings in the iron, remember looking forward to. If you go far, you can be homesick, and you can see simple but heartbreaking images. Now back to look at the homeland, there are things that have forever remained in memory that cannot be changed. Small bamboo bridges, thatched roofs, rows of rows, the noises of noon gradually retreated into the past. I forever embrace the troubled youth, the alum is still sticking to the heels every day, so that every step we take is heavy carrying a domain … In the afternoon, sit back with the innocent river, the old images are blurred into our hearts with long, smoking streaks. On the country river wharf, a boat just let go of the anchor … /.