Spring theme in the creation of zulfiyakhonim, the symbol of mercy and loyalty

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Zulfiya, with her poetry and literary heritage, has widely covered the theme of spring in her works. She describes the spring season not only as the renewal of nature, but also as the renewal and awakening of the human soul. Zulfiya uniquely reflects the beauty of spring, its restoration of life and the bringing of new hopes in her poems. In her works, spring, along with the manifestations of the natural environment, also expresses the beauty and hopes of the human spirit. Keywords: Zulfiya, Spring, Poetry, Nature, Renewal, Hope, Spirit. theme of spring in her poems reflects the beauty of Introduction: Every year, the first day of spring in our nature, the transition to a new stage of life and the country is celebrated in harmony with the birthday of awakening of the soul, as well as spiritual renewal. the People's Poet of Uzbekistan Zulfiya. After all, the poet's high human qualities still serve as an example for SPRING CAME TO ASK YOU young people today. Her prolific work and beautiful In the cool mornings, in the almond blossom, poetry are loved and read by all lovers of literature. Spring on the purple lips, on the lands. Zulfiyakhanim is one of the creators of our great literature with her own poetic style and unique creative The flight of birds, the gentle breeze, world. The poet's poems completely captivated Spring in the velvet valleys, on the hills... literature fans, showing that her creative prospects are bright. They say that all the beauties in life are created How much you loved spring, my dear, because of the love for a woman. No matter what field they work in, whether they are housewives or The charm of apricot flowers. educators, our women add beauty to every day of life As if every awakened bud gave life, with their knowledge, skill, and love. There is also great You kissed it on your eyes. meaning in the fact that the world of women occupies a special place in the poet's poems. Therefore, her creativity and exemplary qualities are remembered as Here is my precious one, spring has come again, a worthy role model for many girls. It searched for you, it wandered around. The theme of spring is reflected in Zulfiya's work in a It caught you by the edge of winter and asked you, very deep and touching way. Her poetry describes the spring season not only as a renewal of the outside It also shed tears and retreated. world, but also as an awakening, renewal of the human spirit and a step towards new hopes. For Zulfiya, spring While searching for you, it became a ghost, is a symbol of leaving behind the cold of the past winter It searched for the path you walked. and striving for new opportunities and dreams. The International Journal of Pedagogics 93 https://theusajournals.com/index.php/ijp International Journal of Pedagogics (ISSN: 2771-2281) To write down its beauty, Why are you wearing a black dress, white in your hair, It searched for green leaves. Why are you so distraught in my arms? How can I answer, my tongue is speechless. Unable to find it, his patience ran out and a storm broke out, I grabbed everything and came to you. and he took his head to the ravines. He also wandered with your sadness in the evening, Farhad searched for a tree in the mountains, I could not stand to look at your gravestone. He knocked down the mountain's stone in the valleys. He moved to a tree, burning with pain, He asked the shepherds who were the first to go to the The sorrow awakened the bud and sold it. fields, Unstable with your memory, Where is the poet? He reached the flower bed bit by bit. Seeing silence and sadness everywhere, The fragrance of flowers and basil spread, He came exhausted, his patience was gone... A soft song covered the sky Then he entered my bed, radiant, How familiar, close this song is, He kissed the cheeks of Hulkar and Aman. How life-giving, full of fire. The triumph that had soaked into my cheeks and In the land you loved, covered with spring, burned my tears Slowly told me about himself. Your voice sounded passionate, resounding. You are not dead, my soul, you are life, But not finding you in my bed, I have not breathed without you yet. He remained staring at one point for a long time. In my heart of Hijra, your word is in my hand, The wind blew again, and it wandered, It asked me, seeking my heart: I sing of life, I retreat, "When I came, did you greet me with a smile, You are in my dreams at night, in my memories during Songs were flowing in waves? the day, "Do you ask me, alone, whether I am happy?" I am life, you are life too! "Was it wrapped in poetry, loving me?" This beautiful poem has been on the lips of readers for many years. This year marks the 110th anniversary of Why doesn't it cover itself with apricot blossoms, the birth of Zulfiya, who brought youthful joy and spring mood to hearts with her life-giving, timeless Let its hair flutter in the wind? poems. Her literary heritage is incredibly rich, and Why doesn't it write and sing in the spring that I dozens of her books