Illustration Perhaps, persimmon is a fruit that brings mixed emotions. Just tasting one fruit, I feel like I can see the taste of summer and earth suddenly coming. A little bit of spicy mixed with a bit of mild sourness and left behind is a light, numbing sweetness on the tip of the tongue. The most special is the scent of ripe persimmon. When the burden of persimmons passes on the street, it must be very clear to be able to recognize the sweet, slightly pungent fragrance carried in the wind. Red envelopes are not only a gift for our children, but also used by mothers to treat diseases. Every time it was the season of persimmon, my mother carefully separated the seeds, took the peel to dry it, and used it as a dewormer for my brothers and sisters. Once, my brother caught a cold in the rain, so he coughed a lot, my mother bought some yellow rosemary, washed and steamed it with rock sugar for him to eat. Miraculously, my brother stopped coughing immediately. When the persimmons are ripe, my mother often soaks sugar in syrup to drink. The purchased persimmons are washed with boiled water to cool and then left open. When the water was drained, my mother instructed me to use scissors to cut the stalk. My mother often told me that you shouldn’t use your hands to pick it up because it will break the persimmon fruit. The glass vase was washed and dried. My mother sprinkled persimmons in the jar, and covered it with rock sugar. Then, she tied the mouth of the jar to a cool place. When the rock sugar layer dissolves, it can be used as a yellowish water. At noon in the summer, make a glass of sweet and cool persimmon water, we slowly enjoy. Oh my, the characteristic scent of persimmons rushes to the nose, spicy but not too harsh like lemon peel, orange peel. Next is the sour, sweet and cool taste that permeates the taste buds. Interestingly, when using this beverage, we can leisurely watch and enjoy pieces of brown persimmon in a glass of golden water. Because the persimmon season suddenly comes and goes, clever housewives often make jam to save. I still remember, the years I went to school away from home, me and my friends were so happy, competing for breath, cherishing the jam that my mother sent me. We shared each piece of chewy, chewy sugar-matched jam that we missed our homeland dearly. Another season of persimmons has returned. Persimmon fruit evokes nostalgia for children far from home with fond memories. The taste of red skin awakens someone’s beautiful memories of a carefree childhood gift. And… Hanoi streets are full of evocative and evocative burdens of persimmons.

Amid the cool green of the bamboo baskets, the gardens of the trees, the flowers gently tilted down to the countryside like a young woman shyly watching herself in the mirror preparing to go on a date and have fun. Thus, the village is also adorned with freshness and softens the hearts of people. Spending easy-to-grow and wrong flowers is like a periwinkle, calmly dedicated to giving life a gentle beauty, algae, with bold countryside. The six-winged flowers bloom and spread their arms as if preparing to fly up to welcome the sunshine and wind of the village. The oval petals with golden pistils in the middle give off a pleasant scent. Since the spring rains sow seeds, gardenia begin to incubate buds. Until the moment of harmony is about to welcome summer, the sunshine is spreading over the tops of the trees and groves, the new garden leaves bloom and show off a white shirt with innocence like a pupil. Savanna is nourished from the gentle brown land and takes the cool springs of the countryside and grows up. Because of that, the flower just silently has a pure and pure look. The children who went to store the shrimp while waiting for their prey to catch the wild gardenia on the banks of the ditch suddenly burst out in amazement and delight. Interrupting a few bunches, they gleefully brought back as gifts and divided equally for friends. Flowers pressed on the pages of the book, flowers arranged in jars for the study desks. Night. The sound of frogs in the ditch echoes the echoes of the echoes. My sister visiting her hometown kept praising her for being so beautiful. Then she insisted on extracting a branch and brought back to the city to be planted in pots placed in front of the balcony of the house. But surprisingly, the same variety, that is only a plant that comes into a beautiful pot, the tree suddenly becomes lost and helpless. Cramped wind is blocked by high-rise buildings with cramped spaces that are not enough to take the scent away. Is it possible that only when standing in front of the open, gentle and dedicated space can you show off all the beauty of your countryside? But the tree is only used to standing on the banks of the ditch, the hedge, in the midst of nature so that the flowers can still boast in the green and cool green background. It is also strange that the trees on the street are carefully cared for, but the flowers do not have much fragrance. In a busy and noisy place on the street, how many people are there to watch? Quiet country night. Only the moonlight sparkles as if diligently pouring nectar into the flowers. Then, just a little breeze swinging to create a sweet scent that wakes so many hearts that can’t sleep. No noise, brilliant and arrogant, just humbly a simple, pristine color, devoting quietly to the warmth from human love, from the sweetness of the land. Immense in the sunshine and wind, innocence spread Soon the beautiful petals will close to make room for the young fruit. When ripe, the fruit is a valuable medicinal herb that has the effect of heat and food coloring. Every time there is a mother, my mother is always cooked The plates of yellow sticky rice stained with seeds reserved under her mother’s skillful hands are both delicious and eye-catching. Every lane and canal with lovely white flowers blooming full of beautiful childhood memories. Dedicate, gentle names like petals dedicated to souls who are devoted to their homeland.