Sitting here watching the lazy rays of sunlight outside doesn't feel very poetic. I remember 7 years ago, when I was sitting in a coffee shop on the sidewalk, my brother who was the same age as me at that time, watching the drops of sunlight and then watching the drips of coffee brewed in a filter said: Some people who do art live a very arid life, never seeing the romance in life. No wonder the work has all the right elements, is technically correct, the composition is perfect, there is nothing wrong with it, but watching it feels cold, unmoving, no different from being done by a robot.
You wonder why you don't feel anything about the sun now. The great poet Nguyen Du said: "When people are sad, the scenery is never happy" but when you think about it, there is nothing to be sad about. Even though everything is going smoothly, luck keeps coming. You still go to work, still work hard, but now you are less moved by the natural scenery. Even yesterday, your son told you: Dad, it's late autumn - because of a promise that autumn will take him to see the yellow and red leaves in Japan that he always reminds you of every year.
Her high school classmate, who lived in a faraway province for many years, worked day and night to raise her daughter. Now that her daughter is studying in Hanoi, she finally has the chance to visit the capital and take the opportunity to go out. She kept exclaiming at the autumn sunshine here, saying how beautiful the sunshine is here, especially the streaks of sunlight on the mossy tiled roofs and on the walls of the old town. She ran around on the street like a child. She said that moments of relaxation like this are rare.
You remember the story of a director who specializes in making music videos. On the day of his father’s funeral, he came out of the funeral home and exclaimed: “The sun is so beautiful, this is the perfect time to film”, making his friends surprised and some old people frown. At that time, when you heard that story, you didn’t know what to say, but now thinking back, you see that he dared to speak his mind.
Letting your thoughts return to the past, you look at the autumn sun again and suddenly feel no longer indifferent to the sun. And suddenly the lines from Trinh Cong Son's song "White Summer" echo from somewhere: "Calling the sun for the afternoon dream with many white flowers flying/ For your long, thin arms to add more morning sunlight/ Your footsteps come back, do you know/ Calling you for the sun to die on the long river".
