Early autumn. There the fog became clear in the hills. Forty years then the dew goes on falling and remains transparent. Mist was light in her hair, her slightly curly, cloudy hair is now close to the color of the mist. Mist blended in a magical, pure white smoke soared up. Shakily, she lifted her thick, neatly tied booklet, which had been stained with gold in the past. She has carefully kept them and the letters he has written to her for forty years! The soft, italic letters she had written to him with the ink colors of that day far away. They were shivering and beautiful like a woman far away from her husband in passionate love. She has kept them as her treasures since his death. The letters with her have seen so many autumn seasons pass even without him – a talented and destined husband soon passed away at the age of four-five. The fall is special with blue hair. The fall is special with white hair. The autumn leaves yellow leaves … Forty autumn had passed, etched on her face many traces of ups and downs, suffering, loneliness, and fear. That vitality, that soul, and that happiness still shone in her eyes. Countless tears of happiness and bitterness each earned. Forty seasons passed, she never forgot the man of her life. No one can replace him. Even now, his face, his voice, his smile, his figure and his soul filled her mind. Yes, in that place the mist had become transparent. She saw the white mist drifting softly, a fantastical, far away color. The remote mountainous area is covered with mountains and hills and thousands of white clouds gradually appear in the sacred smoke … There he and she met in the days of resistance and hardship. A simple and crowded wedding of a nurse in her hometown ripe red during the famous lychee seasons with a young teacher from Nam Dinh study land volunteered to start a career in the highlands. They – a pair of talented boys and girls. There she had four gentle, fragile daughters like four angels. There, she became a doctor in the highlands with a lot of work and dreams of saving people far away from the border! That place is high mountain. Mountainous region with simple people like mountains, sincere like hills and free soul like cool streams flowing, flowing forever … Flowing away. Flowing away. The Red River is rolling dark red alluvium that has dared sweat, tears and blood for generations. She thought dreamily about that beautiful and poor country, where people are always open, honest and open, they are so romantic like clouds, their souls are as green as a mountain, clear like a spring … The letters are being transformed into flames. The flames are doing their part. Fire broke out and the spirit rang with the sound of leaves. Strong aroma of smoke and alcohol. (Before burning the letters, she splashed on them a few drops of fragrant wine, the famous mountain corn wine he liked in the past …) She sent him the whole autumn through each green leaf dome and the whispering song of the wind. She sent him the blue sky and the richness of the trees floating with white clouds. Yes, only you know, you only understand. Only he felt deeply and saw through her sadness as clear as the dewdrops of her morning dew. Only he knows how beautiful she is. How charming and lonely, how small? Because of that, she understood very well why she became stronger, stronger, weaker and more lonely than many other women. Wherever she went, she could see his footprints with him. In whatever joy with her children and grandchildren, she realized that his smile sparkled, They were imprinted on the autumn paths of her life. The letters have flown to the sky and you will get it all. She smiled contentedly and found herself no longer alone. I feel more beautiful, gentler, and softer as many women in this world. Standing still in front of his grave, gazing at the silent motion picture on the tombstone, she gazed up at the windy sky overflowing white clouds. In the widow’s heart, there was a whisper: “Please send back love in the golden autumn seasons” … And here, right now the transparent autumn droplets are falling sparklingly! PTPT (Celebrating the seasons of my family’s hometown – Tiet Thanh Minh is always pure)

Red trumpet – Acrylic on canvas 40×40 – named “Sum here” – Painting: Pham Thi Phuong Thao

Is it true that the women born in April, as I know, most of them love flowers and have artist blood, so they are sometimes surprised by flowers? April and lilies season is still blossoming red horizon of memories. The smell of memories is still fragrant every day with the season of lilies blooming in front of the home garden, red flowers of desires and love! The brilliant flowers of April are closely related to my childhood, in a place far upstream of the Red River – My childhood hometown – where a high mountain and white clouds fly to the border of Lao Cai!

In those days, I was naive when my hair was tied up in ponytails! My countryside in Lao Cai at that time did not have white lilies like now. Around the house we lived in were many beautiful flowers planted by my parents who loved them passionately. There are many fragrant flowers such as rose flower, chrysanthemum, fairy hair, jasmine, lily … planted in front of the garden! Spring is always beautiful, featured plum blossoms blooming white!

A simple thatched house made by my father on the hillside of a young man gave him. The house is located on the back of a grassy hill with four seasons of clouds and mountains that are very beautiful. Now I still remember that lovely cottage with its simple windows painted blue. Below the foothills of my house are green rice fields! I often hang out as friends with flowers and gardens more than going out in the mountains. The house is on the back of the hill so it is quite sunny and windy and the wild flowers are blooming, the flowers offer their fragrance and bloom happily throughout the four seasons!

Particularly, the velvet lilies were planted in large clusters by my father, both in the front and the back of the house. Every time that red lilies bloom in your garden, it’s like a season’s privilege. Because flowers bloom for a long time, when I was a child I did not pay any attention to what month they bloom, only later did I grow up that flowers bloom in late spring, the right season for me! Children are inherently carefree and innocent like flowers!

The velvet trumpet is crimson and vibrant in color, and the wings are as smooth as velvet! Maybe because it is rare and its beauty shines right from the inside, it is called velvet lilies? This flower originated from Japan and is often grown to decorate in cold country gardens or resorts such as Sapa, Tam Dao or Dalat.

From the day I lived in the capital, I rarely saw them, while the white lilies – also known as Hue Tay, which are from the same family of lilies, in Hanoi there are too many! The white trumpet is also known as Bach Hop or Tay Hue flower! Hearing the name also seems to be Western, but the soul is still Vietnamese! The famous painting “The Girl by the Flower” by painter To Ngoc Van has made the white trumpet even more popular!

Although the red trumpet is less known, its beauty and scent are just as brilliant! Velvet lilies bloom red radiantly the aspirations of childhood and each cluster is made into many branches, in bunches of flowers and buds on each branch. The velvet trumpet has the beauty of reunion, elegance and reunion with red velvet petals and the interesting thing is that right in the heart of each flower is the highlight of the pure white star and glittering yellow color in the sun. ! The leaves are big and long, also of the kind of grass so it is soft, green and elongated, and big. The leaves are many, growing around the flowers, looking very beautiful and especially the match, because looking at the leaves is always like dancing dancers!

This flower brings joy to the owner and every family when it blooms! This flower represents joy, reunion and happiness, for peace and reunion, for the crowding and descendants of families and clans! Red velvet horns will definitely bring elegance and luck to its owner and when brought into the house, they make your living room glow.

April! Lilies blooming season red! The season of love and love! Sitting hard all day in heaps of colors and math, just enough time for me to finish painting the red velvet lilies – as a sincere gratitude to my mother and I paint another picture of white lilies – species The fragrant Hue Tay, dedicated to her birthday!

The April flowers are blooming in my painting and the April flowers are also joining the sky to offer incense and flourish! The fragrant flowers are still blooming in season! Beautiful flowers because of Spring but become more beautiful! The beautiful flowers are more fragrant for human hearts, more fragrant, moving and seductive!

April about! Brilliantly remember the old red trumpet seasons! Is it because of me that flowers bloom forever?

PTPT – Withdrawal from Draft “Petals at Night” 2020