"Humanities are so romantic"

March has come, the familiar small yard puts on a pure white coat of su flowers, caressing the shoulders with each time the wind giggles through the leaves. The yellow walls, faded by the wheels of time, slowly and persistently erased, suddenly seem to shine again in the hesitant moment of holding hands and letting go of a proud, frozen winter with the tender, fresh spring full of life. Tiny reddish browns cover the brick road that stretches through every small corner, every row of schools, like gentle, heavy flows through the years of scorching sun and pouring rain... all those colors, those vibrations, I call it the corner of the soul called Humanities.

Actually, there is no special reason for me to choose March as the main background to decorate the picture of Humanities. Someone once said: "Just love, just love". So, we can give countless answers to explain why we love someone, but in the end, after all the reasons, it is only wrapped up in one word "love" - ​​an emotion that is difficult to define but the most intense of all. So, let's just blame March for being so confused, so shy, so attached, to have an excuse to write about the corner of my soul called Humanities in my heart.

I have been to many places, I have been there at the age of 20, yearning to look up at the sky and always see only the yellow and blue sunlight, looking in any direction I see the wide roads calling the wind, I have taken in the straight lines, the sharp corners that proudly rise up but are indifferent to the point of coldness, when walking in the yard of a school specializing in electronics and technology, I have felt like melting when I inhaled the fragrant scent of grass and trees when standing under the green road of a school on the outskirts of the city... but nowhere have I felt the strange heaviness and peace radiating from inside the gate of the school named Social Sciences and Humanities. Someone told me that I am so gentle in Humanities, to the point that you are afraid that a light step or a loud laugh will break the heavy fog that hangs there, so you are always shy and cautious. I only respond to you with a very slight smile. Nearly two-thirds of a decade has passed, Nhan Van embraces the profound, deep temperament of the fundamental sciences that create society, the personality of countless people in this country of Vietnam. Nhan Van takes a very unique, very different path, to preserve, maintain and revive ancient cultural values, the beauty of life while out there, calculations, competition, hustle and bustle, and struggles are closely following each person. I like the calm and gentle way that humanities students walk with old, discolored books in their hands. Even the simple, slightly faded color of their uniforms makes me feel so close and dear. And especially, I love the smiles of the students of Nhan Van, so clear and close. I like to call my school of Social Sciences and Humanities simply with the two words Nhan Van. It encapsulates all the most typical and unique things of this school. And every time I say those two simple little words, it's like I'm calling my own little lover.

Some people told me that Humanities is beautiful but lacks the dynamism, the intense excitement like other schools. But people, after all the storms of life, in the end, don't they still only need two words: peace? For me, I left all the dust outside the gate of this school named Social Sciences and Humanities. Stopping by a row of stone benches that have faded from the sun and rain, closing my eyes and listening to time whispering through the tiny phoenix leaves hanging on my shoulders like a gentle caress of a soul that has settled down from a long time ago, pouring into my heart a faint warmth that covers the daily fatigue and hustle and bustle, that is already a happy thing. In the ups and downs, the life force still persistently flows to connect and nurture generations of students born in this environment, so that every day, every hour, those young hearts bring the love of Humanities to every piece in this vast world. Because love given is love that lives forever.