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My city, it has many lakes. But the biggest lake divides the city into two. One is very busy everyday when people hurry up to get to the office, one wakes up very soon in the morning, very quiet, with a few people taking care of their garden.
In a small village located near the dyke, the people plant just one kind of tree. The people don’t know why but their parents, grandparents and their ancestors living before grew the flower for the city. So no one knows exactly how many years the peach plants stand there with the wind because when they are born, it had been standing there with the wind. The peach grows only from peach blossoms. Many trees had lived for many years. Some trees the people say, “will never die.”
The spring has come. Old bicycles, dirty with soil, brought the plants slowly went over the dyke. They opened up a market in just one street, which is the place of every year. Some people wanted to go home soon. They went along other streets and asked the people to buy hte plant. Red blossom gives the people hope. Lunar New Year can’t miss the peach blossom.
A new spring came. The flower blossomed sooner. The flower market opened again but sooner too. The flower was as cheap as the vegetable. Late time of the day, the market was still in red. It was so sad. Spring became colder due to the monsoon.
No more trees, no more flowers. They have left their home. Now just only new people are living there, in high buildings, big buildings. No one says the blossoms die, but they can’t survive in the concrete. Every Lunar New Year, the flower is still being served but by the other provinces people. The big lake divides nothing. The dyke divides nothing too.
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Vuong Van Kien
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