April chords

April begins to open the door of the changing seasons to prepare for summer. The weather is a mix of rain and sunshine, lingering and lingering, a bit capricious and capricious, yet a bit charming and shy. Just passed a March with the fragrant scent of grapefruit hidden in the hair at night, the color and scent of a soulmate. March is full of femininity, March is youthful and full of spring, while April spreads a source of abundant extroverted energy like the strength of a young man who wants to express himself with all his strong and sensitive temperament.

April blooms with many colors of flowers, singing out chords filled with both sunshine and wind, distilling so much love and joy to people's hearts. The color of April is the purple-red flowers of the Indian laurel tree, the flowers drooping in the red wind until they are so red that when the summer wind blows, they form a curtain of flowers, spreading a red carpet on the ground.

And in late March and early April, the red cotton flowers brighten a corner of the sky of the bright spring before fading to give way to the summer sun. Behind those colors of cotton flowers are cultural spaces: dikes, communal houses, fields, rivers, market wharves... and the ban flowers are like a wild mountain girl. The ban flowers have the beauty of a Thai girl with long flowing hair like a cool stream, a white shirt with a chest full of buttons like a white butterfly. The ban flowers add to the brocade colors weaving a love song of the Northwest. The ban flowers harmonize gracefully with the steps of the bamboo dance, the ban flowers twist and curve the rice wine to make you drunk with the flavor of the mountains and forests.

April with its exciting bursts of sound blending into a symphony of the country resounding with the great victory song of spring 1975. We seem to still hear the sound of the trumpet orchestra playing a majestic song:As if Uncle Ho was there on the day of great victory".That brass band is like brilliant lilies blooming in April, breathing into it the sacred soul of the country, breathing into it the souls of countless heroic martyrs who bravely fell to create a glorious day of victory.

This April, the season of white and red Bauhinia flowers reminds us of 70 years ago with the Dien Bien Phu Campaign "famous in five continents, shaking the world"; with "Muong Thanh, Hong Cum, Him Lam/The apricot blossoms are white again, the orange garden is yellow again”(To Huu) made a wreath of five colors to offer to the monument of the children who sacrificed. And there are still nameless graves in Dien Bien cemetery. They live forever at the age of 20, incarnated into every tree and stream, blending into the fragile yet bright color of the Ban flowers that brighten the entire Northwest sky. The Ban flowers are the witnesses of:“Fifty-sixday and night digging mountains,sleep in the bunker,drizzle,rice ball/ Blood mixed with mud/Fearless Will not wear out!” (Hooray for the Dien Bien soldiers, To Huu). And the Ban flower is the symbol of love, of the song of happiness.

This April, we return to the village roads, the winding dikes along the alluvial river in the tranquility of the bustling sounds of summer, of the brilliant colors of April flowers, with many rural joys, with small happinesses, and appreciate and understand more the traditional values ​​of yesterday, a time and forever...