Indescribable nostalgia - is the sudden feeling when we see the pure white color of daisies in the changing seasons.
The weather is changing seasons, the autumn leaves are gently passing through the alley. This morning wandering around the market, I saw many flower stalls with the pure white color of daisies standing out.
As much as flower stalls add charm to every street, the rustic freshness of daisies makes the changing seasons poetic and peaceful.
I looked at it carefully and felt that the small flower, pale yellow pistil, pure white color, and blooming for only one month, the nightingale is truly like a seasonal note that nature gives to everyone!
If you pay attention, there are only 30 days a year (from mid-October to mid-November) to admire the nightingale in full bloom. That is why we cannot bear to miss this wonderful opportunity, giving the nightingale a passionate, loving look. Just a moment of admiring the nightingale, but suddenly we feel like our whole childhood comes back, that is the time when we were young and clumsy, and just started to know how to express our love to someone. The gentle fragrance of the nightingale is like a captivating musk, softening even the most stubborn souls.
At this time of year, nightingales appear on the streets every year. Interestingly, each year brings a very different emotion with many levels. But one thing is certain, if you know how to love flowers, you must first have a soul that knows how to appreciate what comes naturally, knows how to open up to life, even when life seems to be deadlocked.
Another interesting thing is that each age, each person, each profession has different emotions. Spending a few coins to get a bouquet of daisies to bring home or to the office... Some people just look at it for fun, some want to keep an emotion during the best time of the year. But there are also people who look at flowers to hope, they wait and have strong beliefs that, if they know how to adapt to living conditions, know how to harmonize with the natural ecosystem, know how to relax their soul, optimism and new joy will come as a gift from heaven and earth...
This afternoon on the street, I happened to come across a middle-aged man daydreaming about the daisies on a rickety bicycle that slowly passed by. He must be looking for a poetic idea or a musical source to create a poem or a song?
Then occasionally, some students, young men and women stop by the flower stalls, simply to take a few pictures with the daisies, to capture memorable moments. The pure, innocent smiles of students and young girls seem to make the daisies more beautiful and holy.
In the evening, if we have time to admire the flowers for a while, we still feel a feeling of waiting as if it is slowly passing by smoothly, because those October days "before smiling, it is dark" seem to be gently erasing the units of measurement of time. The color of the flowers is like a fragile yet resilient vein of emotions, carrying the love of the season. And the lingering nostalgia is like a gentle, gentle fragrance that can only be found in a fragile, lovely, gentle white flower like a daisy...
TRAN QUANG CHIEN