tham khảo :

Summer rain comes and goes, suddenly bringing cool, clear air, dispelling the burning summer sun. Memories flood back. The first rain of the season brings bountiful crops, but sometimes takes away the austere farmer's rice fields.

       The sun was shining like fire, the air around was stuffy and smoky. In an instant, the sky faded. Not even going through a street, it was stormy and spinning. And the rain came. Surprise. There are many people who cannot find shelter in time. Space blurred in the white curtain of summer rain.
I drove the car into the roadside toad shop, both to avoid the rain and to enjoy the cool and sweet taste of the first rain of the season. The small shop was packed with people. The rain was getting heavier each time. And the sky was getting darker, signaling a long rain. Is it possible that it has been a long time not to pour into the world the endless source of water, but today the rain is even more torrential!

       Sip hot tea. I kept thinking about waiting for the rain to stop. Amidst the chaos of thoughts, there is no beginning or end, a little bit of calm. The rural rains of childhood suddenly rushed back, appearing in me clearly, pure and beautiful like a fairy tale.

       My hometown is in Kinh Bac cultural area. Like many other northern villages, growing wet rice is the main job. Things to buy, sell, shop, build a house, get married. all depend on rice grains, rice grains, and a little cassava, chickens, and pigs. Breeding, farming, besides the nurturing and caring hands of people, the sun and the rain play an important role.

       I still remember, every time when heaven and earth were in the fourth lunar month, when the rice fields were at their fullest, or as it is often called: the rice was in progress, my daughter, my grandmother and the villagers waited day and night. a downpour. Just need a rain, wake up the next morning to visit the rice fields, miraculously, the whole rice field becomes green, the buds of the cycads separate from the leaves, reaching up to the sky, revealing the tender young rice flowers. .

       The people of my hometown are sure: this year will be a big season! How precious the early summer showers are to the farmer.

       But there was a time, when the rice fields were blooming, the weather was not favorable to bring rain that lasted for a whole week. Rain for a long time made my grandmother not eat well. because the fields will be filled with water.
Rain . overflowing water. The water in the small ditch overflowed into the field. The ditch is usually so big, but it's not big enough to drain water quickly into the river. The rain stopped and stopped.

       Every day, my grandmother, the people of my hometown, stand on the edge of the field sad, looking at the rice fields covered with water. The rice fields that have been soaked for a week in the water are rotten. A bad year is foretold. Unfortunately, many people rolled up their pants, rolled up their clothes, went down to the fields to scoop up the water, and tried to choose the green rice plants, cherishing in despair. Tears rolled down the thin, austere cheeks of the farmers who worked hard all year round.

° Chịu khó, cực nhọc.

° Làm lụng vất vả nuôi con khôn lớn, trưởng thành. 

° Bảo vệ, che chở con mọi lúc, luôn dang tay chào đón con cái.

Qua bài thơ, tác giả gợi liên tưởng đến Mẹ. Một người mẹ luôn bảo vệ, che chở cho con cái :

^{_{Tham khảo}}

Every Sunday, my mother often cooks a delicious dish for the whole family to enjoy. Helping my mother in the kitchen, I can watch her while she cooks.

My mother is young, only thirty-five years old. Today, my mother is wearing a very pretty light pink short dress. Mom's hair is tied up, tied up in a mesh clip with a black bow. A curl of wavy sideburns next to her mother's hair makes her more charming. Mom washed her hands and started cooking.

First, the mother cut the meat into small pieces the size of a chessboard and then marinated the spices to absorb. The mother's slender hands peel, cut, and trim vegetables into flower and butterfly shapes. Mom stewed the meat first, then made the ketchup. Mother's cheeks were pink from the heat of the kitchen. Mom's eyes are bright and happy. Mom smiled, as bright as a flower, told her: "This afternoon, I ate ragu bread, a Vietnamese-made Western dish."

Mom made it while explaining to me how to marinate meat. While waiting for the casserole to soften, she helped her mother pick up raw vegetables. Each leaf is small after being soaked in vegetable washing water. Wash the vegetables with clean water thoroughly, my mother turned the vegetables to dry the water and then told her to set the table. The meat on the stove was tender, the aroma was very attractive. Mother seasoned and nodded: "Stew with vegetables is just enough."

Her mother's hand wok ketchup into the meat, her eyes watched the tomato scum float to the surface of the stew. When the pot of meat was boiling, my mother put in the vegetables and told me: "You just put the bowl and bread and that's it." Mom turned down the heat to bring the ragu to a gentle boil and put the raw vegetables on a plate. The plate of vegetables is beautifully displayed like a blue flower whose pistil is the bluish-white color of a cucumber. Mom inspected the ragu, rolled up a piece of potato, and turned off the stove.

The food that my mother cooks is scooped out into a bowl to wait for the whole family. I went up to the house to invite my grandfather and father to lunch. Ragu's mother cooks really well. Mom is a good cook. A warm, joyful family meal is the happiness of the whole family. My mother is a good cook, so my whole family prefers to eat food cooked by her over eating at a restaurant.

Sometimes, in order for my mother to have time to walk the streets and rest, my father suggested that the whole family eat at a restaurant one day. Mom happily agrees and often chooses strange dishes to learn how to cook. My mother loves to cook. I am very proud of my mother's cooking skills. Every day, listening to my mother's advice, when I grow up, I will try to cook as good as my mother.

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