The color patches of memory...

(Baonghean.vn)- Nguyen Nhat Anh has a story called “Please give me a ticket back to my childhood”. If that train really exists, I will find a ticket for myself to return to my memories. If I can get on that train, I will choose a destination called Phan Dang Luu High School (Yen Thanh, Nghe An).

Sunshine in the schoolyard. Artist: Hong Toai

The season is back. It is the season of sunshine, the season of wind…

I loved Phan Dang Luu school from the first moment I took my first steps. I remember a sunny day in August… The honey-colored sunlight dyed the space golden. The sunlight spread long streaks across the corridors. The sunlight penetrated the canopy of ancient trees, creating shimmering, romantic beams of light. And the schoolyard was also dotted with the color of sunlight…

It is the season of sudden rains…

Every ordinary image becomes a memory. Source: Phan Dang Luu High School

I love rainy days too… Sometimes the rain is a playful drizzle, sometimes it is a fierce downpour. But it doesn’t matter, because when it rains, the students enjoy getting wet. I love the rain even more than I love the sun. Because the sun is sometimes so harsh, it makes the sweat soak the teachers’ shirts. The rain softens the atmosphere. The drizzle makes one’s heart flutter. How can I forget the rainy days when all the girls and boys rolled up their pants and ran in the middle of the school yard, laughing heartily… How can I forget the rainy days when everyone waited for each other, letting their clothes get wet just to “Give you a raincoat, because I was afraid you would get wet”

It's the season of leaves…

Three years of school, five seasons of leaf change. Usually, the rain trees will shed their leaves at the same time around early summer and late autumn. The year I entered school, it was also the season of leaf fall… The leaves gradually changed color, from green to yellow. The leaves did not turn yellow all at once. They slowly dyed each leaf, one by one, until each section of the tree turned yellow one after another until the leaves began to fall.

Perhaps never before, and never in my life have I seen such a beautiful sight! When the leaves have fallen from the branches, even a light breeze is enough to make them fall like a waterfall.

I love the feeling of leaves falling all around me. I often go to school early, tiptoeing through the quiet schoolyard just to hear the sound of leaves. The leaves are dry and crunching under my feet. I can’t explain why, but I love that feeling, I love that sound…

The yellow leaves fall, and then there are the young green buds flickering like sparks of fire lighting up the branches… Student life is like a leaf. The yellow leaves fall, and then there are green leaves. This generation of students graduates, and then another generation follows. Just like that, the school has had many seasons of changing leaves, and now the 53rd class of students is about to leave. I can only hold a leaf in my hand and think, and wish that time does not pass by so quickly…

A flag-raising ceremony at the beginning of the week. Source: Phan Dang Luu High School

And it is also the season of separation…

Under that school roof I learned to love.

I love my teacher – the one who still diligently works on her lesson plans every day… She is always by my side when I am sad and lifts me up when I feel like collapsing. From the bottom of my heart, I want to say thank you…

I love my class - forty-two people. There were times when we argued, there were times when we disagreed, but when we reached the edge of separation, we were always together to look back, to realize that we loved each other more than that. They taught me that "There are feelings that are fleeting, there is love that is forever"...

My heart sinks when I think about the day we parted. Who dares to say that time is invisible? My nostalgic piece will be yellow: the color of sunlight, of leaves, of walls that still smell of fresh lime. That nostalgic piece will also be green: the color of the sky, of fresh leaves, of green grass. And that memory is also attached to the dull red of royal poinciana branches, the dreamy purple of lagerstroemia petals, the graceful, pure white of high school ao dai…

Ngo Viet Anh

K55 Law, Vinh University