Humanity in me: A small corner in my heart

Actually, there's no particular reason why I chose March as the main backdrop to paint this picture of the Faculty of Humanities. Someone once said, "Just love, just love." That's it. We can offer countless explanations for loving someone, but ultimately, after all the reasons, it all boils down to one word: "love"—an emotion difficult to define but more intense than anything else. So, let's blame March for its awkwardness, its shyness, its lingering charm, and give me a reason to write about the corner of my heart called the Faculty of Humanities.

I've traveled extensively, at the age of 20, yearning to see the sky, always bathed in golden sunshine and blue clouds, with wide, windswept roads stretching as far as the eye can see. My small eyes have captured the proud, yet coldly indifferent, straight lines and sharp angles of an electronics and technology school; I've felt myself melting as I inhaled deeply the earthy scent of plants and trees beneath the lush green paths of a suburban school… But nowhere else have I found such a strange sense of tranquility and peace as within the gates of the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities. Someone told me how gentle I am in the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, so much so that they fear even a light step or a burst of laughter might shatter the silent mist that envelops the place, causing them to hesitate and tiptoe. I only responded with a very soft smile. Nearly two-thirds of a decade has passed, Nhan Van has embraced the profound, deep temperament of the fundamental sciences that create society, the personalities of countless people in this country of Vietnam. Nhan Van has taken a very unique, very different path, to preserve, maintain and revive ancient cultural values, the beauty of life that out there, calculations, competition, and jostling are pressing down on every person. I like the way Nhan Van students calmly and gently walk with old, discolored books in their hands. Even the simple, somewhat faded color of their uniforms makes me feel so close and dear. And especially, I love the smiles of Nhan Van students, so clear and close. I like to call my school, Social Sciences and Humanities, simply with the two words Nhan Van. It encapsulates all the most characteristic and unique things of this school. And every time I say those two small, simple words, it's like I'm calling my own little lover.

Some people tell me that the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities is beautiful but lacks the dynamism, the vibrant energy of other schools. But after all the storms of life, isn't peace ultimately all that people need? For me, leaving behind the dust outside the gates of this school named after the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities, stopping by a row of stone benches weathered by sun and rain, closing my eyes, listening to time whisper through the tiny phoenix tree leaves falling gently on my shoulders like a soothing caress from a soul steeped in the past, pouring a faint warmth into my heart, dispelling the weariness and struggles of daily life—that is happiness enough. In the quiet ebb and flow of life, the lifeblood continues to flow relentlessly, connecting and nurturing generations of students born from this school, so that every day, every hour, those young hearts bring their love for the Faculty of Social Sciences and Humanities to every piece of this vast world. Because love given away is love that lives on forever.