Spring Sounds

(Baonghean) - It seems that deep within each of our hearts, there is a voice of spring - the fresh and vibrant voice of spring. After a harsh winter, like a pause in time, a stillness in space, the voice of spring is like the voice of life rising and reviving, restoring itself. That, after all, is the law of life. Nature is a wonderful creation always in dynamic balance. In loss there is gain, in death there is life, in stillness there is movement. And the voice of spring is the culmination of the sublimation and outpouring of favorable timing, location, and human harmony. Trees choose spring to sprout and bud, things choose spring to be reborn and recreated. People choose spring for festivals and celebrations...

Spring rain is rain, a rain of blessings. Tiny raindrops fall, allowing the spring grass to sprout tenderly. After months of hard work in the fields, farmers choose this time to rest, to rejoice in their abundant time and produce for village festivals, for traditional four-panel dresses, for headscarves, for the rosary beads mothers take to the temple, and for young men and women to meet and find love. The sound of spring is full of vitality, plump yet graceful and soft. The abundant sound of spring is not only about flowers and fruits but also about the sounds of greetings. It's the bustling sound of the village market at the village square. The market is just an excuse to shake hands, exchange greetings, and share joys – doubling the happiness and halving the sorrow. We long to hear the sound of spring like the singing of traditional opera, like the blush of spring on the cheeks of Thi Mau, who doesn't chew betel nut. Youth is the age of love, and the sound of spring is the sound of love.

We have passed through the sounds of Autumn, "The bewildered golden deer - Trampling on fallen golden leaves." The passionate sounds of Summer, with its clusters of blazing red flame trees and the chorus of cicadas hidden in the foliage. The sounds of Winter, with its steaming hot potatoes and crackling fire roasting crisp corn. Childhood memories are always intertwined with the sounds of colors, permeated and preserved through taste, hearing, and sight. The sounds of Spring seem to encompass the passionate embrace of Autumn, the overflowing essence of Summer, and the crispness of Winter, yet subtly reviving and rebirthing, while still delicately filtering out the most essential elements. The sounds of Spring are a harmonious exchange, a giving and receiving. Giving for rejuvenation, receiving to cherish and preserve. The sounds of Spring are the seed of life, the beginning, the promise, the future.

In the gentle drizzle, we cleanse our souls, leaving our heads uncovered so that each strand of hair, each drop of rain, reflects the beautiful light of the water. The sound of spring is like water, gently refreshing, flourishing, and offering itself to life!

Writer:Nguyen Ngoc Phu