The chestnut tree produces fragrant flowers that girls secretly smell. It produces the most delicious wild fruit on earth.

The flower of the Dụ Chestnut tree is very familiar to the people of the Central region. It seems to have become a "specialty" of the dry, hot sand dunes.

Thinking of the Dụ chestnut flower is thinking of clusters of bright yellow flowers hidden in green hedges and bushes. Every dusk, the flowers give off a sweet fragrance. The scent of the Dụ chestnut permeates the wind and lingers in the hearts of many people, creating lasting memories…

Temporarily finished school, left home, worked abroad, busy with life, thought childhood was far away, but countless times I was startled by a breeze accidentally carrying the scent of the past. The village road that ran across my childhood gradually appeared.

The smooth, winding white sand road leads to gardens filled with fragrant flowers and sweet fruits bestowed by heaven and earth.

I was born and raised in the white sand countryside. In the distant past, the village was a winding sandy road, with many small paths like a "maze map". The path leading to the fields, the path to the grassland, the path to the communal house, the path down to the market and many small paths leading to each alley. Behind each alley was a large, dense garden.

Garden after garden, the boundary is fenced with many kinds of green trees. In that flora there is a species of flower called the dracaena, a flower that is only fragrant at dusk. It is most fragrant in the late afternoon. When night falls, the flower's scent is absorbed, closed in the bud.

Chestnut trees, chestnut flowers, and chestnut fruits imprint beautiful stories and images in childhood memories that are hard to fade. Chestnut fruits are one of the most delicious wild fruits.

Chestnut trees bloom almost all year round, but most abundantly in the summer. Chestnut trees grow scattered in clumps, with small fruits in clusters. The number of ripe fruits on each tree is not much, so this fruit is often picked for children to eat, but rarely picked to sell.

Remember the afternoons with a few friends, each carrying a box or a small piece of cloth the size of a handkerchief, walking along the green hedges from one hedge to another, bending down to part the leaves to find the flowers.

Pick flowers when you see flowers, pick ripe fruits when you see fruits, save green fruits, mark them for the next day to pick. Flowers are put in a sealed box, girls put them in a piece of cloth like a handkerchief to keep the scent of the flowers, not letting the fragrance escape. At night when studying, occasionally open the box lid to enjoy the scent of the flowers.

The scent of flowers wafts through the air, the spirit is excited to learn the lesson quickly. In the morning, the scent of flowers flies away, the lesson remains in the body.

The scent of the flowers is light and fragrant, like that of banana oil. The ripe fruit is very sweet and fragrant. Among wild fruits, it is apparently the most delicious.

The fruit of the Dụ chestnut tree grows in clusters like tiny bunches of bananas. When playing house in the small thatched houses of their childhood, children sometimes used clusters of Dụ chestnut trees to pretend to be bunches of bananas. They used clam shells as plates to place the "tiny bunch of bananas" on… it’s that simple, but they can’t stop looking at it.

Now, those green hedges have become memories! The village road has been concreted. Each garden is divided into three or seven parts, given to children and grandchildren, some sell, some buy. The locals mingle with the immigrants. Garden to garden are concrete walls, iron mesh.

The thatched houses of my childhood gradually disappeared along the grassy hedges, replaced by roadside stalls, coffee shops, refreshment shops, small pubs...

These are places where villagers, from young men and women to the elderly, come together to chat happily in the afternoons after a day of work, from those coming from the fields to those returning from factories, companies, and enterprises.

It seems that the scent of the flowers lingers in the glass of water, the glass of wine, and the story. The scent of the flowers brings them back to distant memories...

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