April Song

The wind has scattered the golden sunlight everywhere. Flocks of sparrows chirp together. Dew drops on the green leaves playfully reflect themselves, dance, and then sink into the brown soil. April has come to say goodbye to the purple xoan flowers and March has gone into oblivion.

Summer is coming, starting a new bustling season. Millions of flowers are showing their colors to the world.

The delicate white lilies gently follow the grandmothers and mothers to every house. The flowers are as shy as fifteen or sixteen year old girls. The streets are more beautiful when there is a scent to take refuge. The morning is peaceful with fleeting footsteps. Lilies are not only a gift but also remind us of a beautiful love story with loyalty and noble tolerance...

April comes, the school yard becomes redder, clusters of royal poinciana flowers begin to appear on the dark green leaves. Anyone who has been or is a student remembers those wonderful years. The school yard was filled with laughter with friends. Royal poinciana petals fluttered with innocent handwriting. The red color of royal poinciana followed us through the days. Brilliant youth, beloved student years!

April comes, the wind sings a melodious tune. Kites flutter in the vast sky. A sweet nursery rhyme in a windy afternoon. On the backs of buffaloes, the shepherd children sing enthusiastically. And I remember my childhood with the rains, pouring down as if never scheduled. The rains of this season come and go very quickly, hurriedly as if someone is chasing me. Just like that, when I travel to all the faraway lands, I am filled with nostalgia. Oh, the showers of my childhood!

April is here, let us bow our heads, light a stick of incense and respectfully remember the generations of our ancestors who fell for the independence and freedom of our Fatherland. We vow to study and live a worthy life following in our ancestors' footsteps.