I was the child born on the parched land Quang, burning sun, the whole skin, the cold is like cutting the flesh, but after all my childhood still luckier than many other kids. I went to school, the loving care and nurturing of their parents, although the 1987 and 1989 is the time when I sat in high school, this time the country's economy is extremely difficult, the food was not enough to clothe no let alone the school. Hard life has made me turn you leave your loved school roof, leave your hometown village teacher, retired from the virginal Poinciana branch which steps to find their own urban life in the sack race hard chen but unimaginable.
In late 1989 I had graduated from high school and started away from her home, but the purpose and my direction completely unlike you ... I'm going to find the "I", to find the "I primal" human, look for the source "I" come from and after death, "I" will go! The job seems simple but is a complex issue that many philosophers had many heart health costs remain constant suspicion forever ... Finally, there is "a most eminent philosophers" - Buddha Shakyamuni "has prove to humanity, said: "people coming from and then will go? And here is the philosopher that I adored, the most favorite. Finally I decided to walk in the path that this philosopher has specified ".
Since then, I no longer see the village teacher, your country, nor even step foot on the small roads familiar day. So far, I've about to enter the age of "four weeks", all naive innocence has gradually reverted to the past but instead is anxiety, thought for your life, the people. Thinking extreme phenomena of natural disasters; Think of the cruelty, violence, brutality of man in contemporary society; Thinking of humanity lose attitude of some students while on school chairs; Think those young mần family, country ... now many young people fall in love in the pleasures unhealthy, hazardous ... How many things left ear eye spines of life, of society, of teachers Exercise daily occurrence, and future generations of children will be like? The future of education and will be going? The anxiety was suddenly pulled my thoughts back to childhood memories, the hometown poor image; about childhood where there is the village school, with his old teacher handheld honest castigate each character line early for us, where we hug giggle laugh wrestle with the traditional games the children's poems ... Oh my hometown! This so-civilized life was "overgrown" Okay, I'm his thought and thought ...
I'm tongue sighed: "I see no! Bringing civilization to human progress but it also is a factor pushing people increasingly entered the guilty. Now it comes to the homeland, perhaps nobody remembers you anymore, it is, only three of your remaining chips last day of school, for twenty years, I do not live in his homeland. But back childhood memories remain forever imprinted on my subconscious mind, and it always lives up when someone mentioned his hometown pictures ...! "
I first integrate into a community of practice, where a lot of people come from different parts of the country. Every person has a voice, habits and lifestyle of their own, but not how long I had to adapt and integrate into the community's way of life, integrate into the local culture their own characteristics. How it was enough for me to learn how the character development and modification to become true human beings themselves. Thinking back to go there, someone asked me: "Why are people in my home city on rice noodles for sale, selling lottery tickets that? Even when someone appeared to help make meals for hungry, they also say that perhaps the people of my country! "I feel offended but replied calmly," so that rural children, poor but they did not want their child to have to live forever as their destitution, because they want their children to have a bright future should they accept exile, far from home and family traveled late hoarse soon sell all shares each rice-noodle bowl, lottery tickets sold in pieces to make money for their children to continue in college. But you know people like that, but how many children they have graduated from college that home! "They live in material deprivation, but rich in spirit, they love their homeland, their families, they live simple life, not competing, not luxuries, they are absolutely there for her children's future ah! She was the city she was born and raised in a place where she never far from her parents, she did not feel the loneliness of people in exile, because life still like that!
Perhaps also somewhat guilty so she said: "I would also like to occasionally be remote countryside about". I laughed, sister! nobody that likes away from home, just as the new poverty makes people shed their homeland. She had heard the song "Trading very poor country" by Vu Quoc Binh yet? If not, then I'll listen to a song ngeu clam to hear her home! "... Every night filled with tears, sad relatives in exile, oh Accommodation cold attic!Listen washed his hometown, so my suffering heart, compassion for poor rural fiber. Father wrote long letters, the child goes home! Poor but love their home warm. Missing very poor country, despite much suffering but also weathered together ... "
You know! Who is born has a homeland, but not everyone is growing up in his homeland was born, no one can choose for themselves the homeland to which every person is born ... to accept and embrace their place was born. I laugh, but feel free to clam ngeu cramps but continued: "... Motherland is a small bamboo, mother of the cone is tilted Hometown che ... if anyone does not remember, that a person shall not be greater!"
I have grown up and are now entering the twilight years of age, but I still can not forget the homeland. Because my hometown, where his mother still bracing for deposits in the South for our education, perhaps so that the poor countryside remained sacred me immensely. Where only the hardy old mother for the child, to sacrifice for the family. For me, home is Mother's hometown: "... .me is heating rays illuminate the soul, she loved the river is gentle May, thorny human life line goes, how many feet What is the fear of mother love. She is singing the motherland green bamboo shore, the ancient village of the late summer ê a, startled or hair today the dew point, is how much May languishing for me. "(Word mother ru- Huai'an)
My hometown love it! Although where to go, when mentioning the word "homeland" to pay back the heart flutters, familiar images, childhood memories, melodies hometown as the mother's lullaby remain forever in our hearts:
Oh dear gentle mother,
Vast open up heaven for me!
Breast milk only physical custody, the mother was singing of spiritual feeding. The lyrics homeland known as the forgotten heart awakens in each of us.
My hometown is very poor, so poor it has been ingrained in the minds of men, it goes on in their sleep, in every meal of the people of my country. It's in my hometown barren land, the blue smoke dimensional dreamy, effusive sea waves in the night ... All weave love in my country. Lullabies take me back to the country I love, "according to this immense road me back to the Lord". Away from home I miss the voice thick Quang, I remember the salty nature of the countryside, remember the image of Quang days buckling up themselves to fend off the harsh storms, the rains profusely as plaintive , as angry ... I miss home so much, remember the morning of the winter cold, remember the taste of green tea bowl so that salty so ... I remember when they measured tone sail boat. Especially remember Dinh Cuong mountain poetic incredible natural beauty. Where once I had climbed up to pick the ripe fruit myrtle, incredible sweetness.
Nui Dinh Cuong in the morning dew
Oh ! Eo Cuong Pass wind round connector
Afternoon storms fall ... who understood ruins
Mother Night mercy salt deficiency village years
Commercial life salty sea wind waves bewildered ..
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Hết hơi mk rồi đó, tick nha
Hello , everybody. My name is Thanh. I'm a student at Binh Trung Secondnary School . Today, I'm very glad to meet you and tell you something about Quang Ngai City.
Quang Ngai City is a great city in Central , Vietnam. It's very beautiful with many buildings and pretty beaches. When you travel to the city , you can visit Uncle Pham Van Dong's house and Dang Thuy Tram infirmary - the famous hictoric places in Vietnam that many people want to visit them . And you also can enjoy very delicous seafood such as '' Tra river ca bong " - the most famous speciality of Quang Ngai Province . I've been eating it one time and I thought it was delicious. And there are a lot of pretty beaches here such as Khe Hai beach , My Khe beach , Sa Huynh beach and so on. They are very romantic at night . And especially , the most beautiful landcape that I think is Tra Khuc river . It's really romantic and pretty. The streets in Quang Ngai City are very wide and clean but there are always a lot of traffic day and night, so it's very noisy. However , I always love it a lot because it is the place where I was born and grow up .
tiếng anh hay tiếng việt b bn không nói sao mình viết đúng là khó khăn
