Green wild sunflower season

(GLO)- These days, walking along the roads from Dak Doa commune to Pleiku ward, from Bau Can commune to Ia Dom commune, occasionally, I see patches of green wild sunflowers stretching out to catch the wind. Again, I see the season of green wild sunflowers with a unique beauty.

In the rainy season, the wild sunflowers on my plateau are at their greenest, cleanest, and purest. After each rain, patches of wild sunflowers awaken in their lush green leaves, in the young shoots of their branches, lingering with the pungent smell of the plants, the sweet taste of the water, and the strong scent of the basalt soil.

After each rain, patches of wild sunflowers glow with green. Photo: Thai Binh

I once read somewhere that the name wild sunflower is associated with a love story that blossomed passionately but did not end up completely and happily. The story is about a young couple who loved each other deeply. While hunting, the young man was captured and killed by a bad guy. At this time, the girl risked her life to block arrows and spears until she was hit by a poisonous arrow and fell down. Where she lay down, a tree with bright yellow flowers grew, proud, full of life like the color of the sun and was called wild sunflower by the people - a symbol of faithful love, steadfast, ready to sacrifice.

Over time, this bright yellow flower has sown nostalgia in many souls - those who have been and are attached to the Central Highlands and those who first set foot on this land. As for me - a lover of all flowers, including wild sunflowers, I have spent time admiring wild sunflowers in Bien Ho, Ham Rong Mountain; have taken countless pictures of this sunny flower; as well as admired countless beautiful pictures of wild sunflowers taken by friends and photographers.

Along with photographers, wild sunflowers have long been an endless source of creative inspiration for many writers, poets, musicians, and painters. As for poetry, I love the strange and profound verse of Huong Dinh: “Wild throughout the dry season/yellow wild sunflowers like an old word/wild sunflowers without fragrance/like a possibility/the night suddenly returns, dotting my dream (...)/Say something to the wild sunflowers/oh my dear, the day has turned to afternoon/flowers in the dust beside your dirty shoulder/how much have the bees picked up this season” (Wild sunflowers and I).

With paintings, I have stood for a long time in front of the works "Changing Seasons" or "The Golden Color of the Central Highlands" by painter Nguyen Van Chung, leisurely admiring the extremely brilliant and splendid beauty of the flowers filled with the sunshine and wind of the highlands during the dry season, leaving me with a love for this life even more.

This season, after each rain, patches of wild sunflowers burst into a brilliant green. Day after day, patches of wild sunflowers grow ever so passionately green, ever so green, painting a fresh, radiant beauty against the cloudy sky. Occasionally, in the rainy afternoons, there is a glimpse of sunlight, wild sunflowers sway with the wind, sparkling with gold.

And then, the tree stays green like that, until it reaches a height of about 2-3 m, then turns gray-brown, the color of the leaves also becomes darker. All blends together, entwined together, preparing for the flower season - the festival season at the end of the year with endless sunshine and wind in the wild sunflower space unique to the plateau.

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