The 'woman's heart "always has its own beats, easily sobbing, shaking and spending the rhythm. Every page of Nguyen Quynh Huong's books are vibrations, small, but touching the heart every person. The book divides 2 parts: "Right to be known" is trying to see the adult world through the eyes look Of a child, was returned to the pure, crazy and pure birthday poetry of "the child does not grow up" in each of us; "Holding out with me" is when the woman looks at himself, or observing the world around - with experiences with fun, anxiety, loss ..
. but ultimately, through the heart The woman is not only grateful for living but also lifting niu lives every day to see love and lovingly. The hearts of women, more which is the mother's heart with children, are love Extended leaning. From the image of the elderly mother singing lullabs for the son of a brain injury in the hospital seemed hopeless to resurrect, he finally woke up
She pulled out one thing that: "It is lullabs that are straightened from the mother's heart, which is the" TR.2); "Then you know, a hard time, your child will be rebuilt but stands up" (p.6). If she ever blamed: "Why don't you live for me more! I know how to get when our love or gratitude is unable to pay for a young spring-like mother "(p.10), then the woman's heart is" like two buttons, the same On a rope, she unconsciously moved into the path of mother went. Just hear the daughter's puppy voice: I love my mother with ants ... The forever counting forever has yet to quit, forever still love mother "(p.14)
The mother is always a dose of "tranquilizers" with every child: "Mom knows, I have a crying heart earlier. My heart is pain because I don't love you anymore. But now your child's heart laughs, I heard this "... The full emotions are carefully kept, very sacred but also extremely natural in: loving long, the road is slow , Traces of love ... The loving connection rope is sweet words, little care or the silently watching the steps ... love for a child to utter up: "Mother knows , My heart cries, my heart is painful because I don't love you anymore. "To be happy ..., people must be entitled to impuses. It is the talent that each person must preserve. For the child, sinuses are sometimes just a rich imagination. "Of course it will come when the child has to leave the fairyland, but the wild - fantasy - amazing - telephone is the right and talent of a child. Don't deprive your baby among dreams, because of the miracles from childhood will always stay. And even if I have to live in this poor and bored world, the colors will always be in the heart, keep us eager and trusted when looking at the life "(p.40). Let's go through my life, the most saddest time, thinking or doing something convincing, vandal, small will help us let go of fret. The text pages of Nguyen Quynh Huong gently as the child thought about the Fairy Tales in which five years. Female calculations have created the appeal of women. And the kitchen is the most favorite woman, a strange relaxation. "Kitchen is the heart of the house. When the owner is angry with each other - the cold kitchen does not burn fire, when the master's master - the dishes are also discrete through the tangerine. Because, no place "the spirit of the woman" is shown as this place. And if there is no kitchen, it is likely that we will not love someone, not broad enough to endure someone, until the end of this life "... (p.88). Even affectionate couple, is also a group around the kitchen: "The marriage is a fire, it only burns when the firewood is hand from many sides, only one person tries, before the fire. Will be cold and thom "to get these things thanks to tiny vibrations, or rather the smell storage of memories. Then the question of the young child while sitting "Do you love your rotten smell?"; "The smell of children, mom! It's in your belly, not in another abdomen! " (p.13); As a short letter of the husband writing on a business trip: "I remember my smell of drooling on my shirt every morning wake up" (p.170). It is also possible that Mrs's barrel smells in the rice cotton shirt, the smell of Pipe tobacco and sweat in Dad's defense, the smell gentle smoky kitchen of mother clothes, the smell of kitten dogs in pants Plastic lem shirt of children. The smell of meals and the smell of knitting together as sediments. "Living every day, I have a smell like a root, as if to save the memory of the lost days cannot return to me" (p.176). Small things that are busy, because of the attempts of adults you have accidentally, indifferent to ignore. By: "I remember, gender equality about the position never took place in the family"; "is a woman do not do super n . Dịch vụ:
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