The school year has just ended and time has passed quickly. The sound of cicadas resounding in the grassy canopy of the trees, signaling summer has arrived. The shadow dripping down the road to my house is overgrown with poinciana trees. I love so many species of this pupil's age.
Phoenix is a species of woody plants, very strong canopy and many branches, is luxuriant phoenix intertwined as shy, shy appearance. Flowers grow in clusters, red eye-catching, standing for a long time to feel all the beauty of the phoenix tree. Red Phoenix represents the naive student age. In the clear blue sky without clouds, pink poinciana flowers stand out so lovely and lovely. I recall that the scent of Royal poinciana is not as passionate as persimmon, but it has its own unique smell, only faintly in the breeze, so as to calm the souls of the students ... , I line up the phoenix wings into the shape of a butterfly, which is still a habit ... every summer I arrange the phoenix into the shape of a butterfly and press it onto the pure white paper, as if saving memories of my childhood.My summer went like that, remembering the time I still had to go to school, watching the beauty of the phoenix tree also made me feel satisfied. June Royal poinciana bloom season. Only the kids can catch the phoenix season, just like every year the seniors begin to get busy with the exam season, so it fades away. , When I was sitting on the school chair I had a lot of memories with the phoenix tree. I miss the recess, the students .. I miss my goodbye days, "car baskets full of phoenix flowers", carrying laughter crispy in the sun, carrying nostalgia, sadness and sorrow. I remember fragile phoenix wings pressed tightly in the guestbook page, keeping a time of my innocent, dreamy. Phuong asked the memories, I regained heartache about my childhood.My childhood spent a lot of summers, also a lot of times saw phoenix bloom. Bright red phoenix trees on the way home from school. I love the bright red of a phoenix flower like a 10 on the test. The little rain just wet the body of the phoenix tree, the water is still on the leaves falling to the ground drop by drop, I am cycling around that line so beautiful, the youth is a dream, a desire, a recall. Then how many more phoenixes will I see?
Phuong bloomed my heart anxiously with her dreamy youth. Then there will be a day when I will no longer welcome the phoenix seasons, no more on the little bike to school and around the phoenix. But in my heart I will never forget the beloved image of this tree. Thank you, phoenix, for giving me a beautiful memory of my student life.
