Remember the school days

Back to school in the cool fall
When joy gathers in front of the school yard
The drumbeat calls the steps of a nostalgic childhood
Lesson on rhyming words.

Back to school opens a fairy tale sky
The pages of a book are like a garden, where words bloom.
Between friends, talking and laughing mischievously
Both sunshine and rain, kindness and harmony.

I often ask Mai why she goes to school.
The cauldron and the stork in the story flew out.
Her words are like folk songs and proverbs.
So gentle, sweet, passionate…

I go through the purple ink days
Bring passion and eagerness to step into life
Forever the sparkling memories of childhood
Every autumn, full of nostalgia in me.

TRAN VAN LOI