Photos 'Falling leaves ... Thought who steps back' was mentioned in the song pretty much. It's true
. But don't understand why the mother's poem sits the door of the poet Hai Thanh, I don't think that Illustration / int.Lá falls .
. a falling leaf ... a day day ... a day mother sitting pressing finger burning finger outside fifty, who is full of six people who are clearly bright, but mildly like the clouds on the clouds. Pungent to eat with a bowl of speakers .
. Now the door is absent from the main house ... to know far away ... collecting gold, the wind is full of fell ... again. Hai Thanh Binh's Binh of Dang Mai has a sense of sobbing, it is difficult to describe when they caught the image of it as very often, try to imagine: A mother was too old, grumbling (because of the children Mother also "fifty, and sixty" children), still on the door of the door, the eyes oppressed, shallow dryness because of crying children, who are far away ... Mother is nodding for each leaf fall With ears, there must be no sensitivity, wrinkled hands, press On each burning thin thin finger, calculate the day of the month of children to go out ... Will the readers have anyone not feel spicy when they caught those obsessive poetry pictures? Mother was old, It is possible that she has a lurch, and the stuff of old age. But the memories of the children are not confused. Mother remembering his child image clearly from the shape, the love to the road to eat each of each child: "The guy is clearly fresh / big Lightly like a person on the cloud / guy who came to be or / on the night she went up to the candle in the moon / a new baby guy / meal, it also eat with a bowl of speakers ... ". Come here, maybe new readers found. Not her mother just count leaves falling to expect the miracle to bring her children back. Mother is telling stories and proudly about her children. Elderly hands are wearing time, lifting niu, ve strokes affectionate ways of photos, home frames recorded. And these are the children of Mother: who is clearly fresh, who is a healthy, who is working again, is hard-working. Beautiful mother's child from the shape to love. The way to call the children's name: "The guy, the man, the boy" too young, too dear and the mother of the mother in the poem makes the mind Painfulness, leaves the disease to invade space, invade the readers' souls. "Now the door is absent from home / battle ... to know far away / collect the wind gold filled with the yard / leaves falling, again Who's footsteps ... ". Four short verses that stars sounded like the inside of the sigh of hopelessness. If the mother in the poem "country" of the poet Ta Huu Yen "Three times to see me, twice quietly "That still has a child back, holding her mother at a lonely old age. Then the mother in the poem of Hai Thanh was really white hands! Pain too much! Not one word to hit a big hammer. Each verse, each poetry stream is slightly thoughtful as the power of a deep non-meaning war sentence is deeply, new steel. And that's really things that life needs each poet, writer who said his speech, through literary works has just been rich in reality, the humanity, as mother sitting against the poet Bar. . Dịch vụ:
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