"Green Youth"

Life is colorful and vast, but each of us has our own sky. That is the sky of love, dreams, passions… and sometimes the sky of a wonderful youth, whether it has not been, is being, or has been experienced. My sky is filled with all of those things, happening vividly and will be continued to be written - by - me - every - day - on the green of Humanities and the green of dreams, full of hope of the sky that I am creating for myself!

Humanities in me is a whole sky that I am exploring, like the journey I am exploring myself. That sky has the color of a passionate green shirt and the cool, friendly, close green of nature. If someone were to ask me what Humanities in me is, perhaps the first thing that comes to mind is the color green. The green of the treetops on a hot summer day: the green that flickers, soaked in sweat with a bright, tireless smile! Two colors that seem simple, but to me their meaning is not simple at all.

The day I entered the sky called Nhan Van was also the day I enrolled. The feeling of bewilderment, strangeness and joy that crept into my mind seemed to be still intact like yesterday. Nhan Van welcomed us in a pouring rain two days before the enrollment, cool and hurried. The campus was full of rainwater, water from the leaves dripped into puddles and splashed up following my footsteps. In such a strange environment, the first thing I noticed most was the row of trees spreading out right from the school gate, a wonderful green space with long rows of stone benches. There was something much more familiar and closer. That green color followed me forever throughout the time I sat in the university lecture hall. That place was a great place for students to rest between classes, wait for class or do homework... The green color that cools the soul not only became special to me but also seemed to have become the green color representing Nhan Van. From small things like student ID cards, all of which are green like tree leaves, they just took root and became a signal reminding me of the University of Humanities. To me, the University of Humanities is not only a green environment in its true sense, but also the green of trust, hope, luck and youth!

In my youth, Humanities in me is also associated with the blue of the sky printed with dark leaves, the green of volunteer shirts. Although I did not have the opportunity to meet that blue shirt as early as most other students during the exam season, but if it is fate, I will meet again. The image of the blue shirt from the day of admission until later always makes me feel admiration and pride. The first year is a feeling of admiration, the second year is a feeling of pride mixed with joy when I also become a small part of it. University life becomes fun, busy and colorful. That blue shirt has shown me many things, more than what I can learn from books, from relationships, social work to the dream that I have pursued since entering this school. That blue shirt has stirred up my monotonous life and made it more interesting. Those cheerful, devoted, and enthusiastic people have inspired us, helped us grow up and walk more firmly in the sunny and windy sky of youth. The tireless smile, the faded shirt soaked with sweat... are always beautiful images that I keep in my heart in a compartment called youth. People often say that youth is the most beautiful time of life and there will never be a second youth - like - that - even if time turns back, so live life to the fullest, go to the places you like, do the things you love and find yourself a sky where you can freely pursue your dreams. I have found for myself such a sky, a sky called Nhan Van, in a house called Xung Kich!

I once read somewhere that youth is the age when people pick up every little desire to build their own dreams and ambitions. Besides dreams, youth also has countless emotions and interesting things that perhaps even after going through this life, we will hardly be able to experience again. As Cửu Bả Đao wrote in"The girl we chased together that year"like this: “Youth is like a heavy rain. Even if you catch a cold from it, you still want to experience it again.” me in that rain again".If my youth could return once again, I would still want to return under that rain, under the cool green of the tree canopy where the name Nhân Văn first entered my sight in a real and moving way. The moment I stepped into that school, engraved that name in my mind, I would still want to return to that moment - where I wore a green shirt under the green of Nhân Văn. To me, Nhân Văn in me is the green, is the youth!