Saigon fluid, lying on sunny rain. The first Vu Lan season is far away from home, looks away with the window, the sky is empty than the extreme mother.0 of the year: 00/5: 56 Nadlands, the Ly incense of the province, doing "spear" private school. Leave the mother in the countryside, go into the house filled with milk flowers. Place the land of the countryside, listening to the sound of the sound of enlightenment in the sunset smoke and holding the hearts without remembering the rice afternoon rice sessions
... the author Tran Quoc Tuan is unforeseen, when I am Being my heart in life, my mother also faced the door of the death
The first thing I was tasted, is not breast milk but two spoons of cocacola (carbonated water). Grandma said, when I was born, everyone was about to be mentally prepared for her departure, so ask a neighbor to look after me, buy fresh water for her to drink, seeing me crying for two spoons right away. The doctor told the "guy", why was it ripe and red as the fruit "plum", two years of being bloated. After a new neighbor telling my job to drink freshwater ... Thanks to the love of my mother still staying with me in the Human Human Humanity, this. I grew up in family love, where Land for men and sunsets of fireproof copper, rotten rain rot. That creatish land was more softered by her mother's lullabs, so I brought the taste of knife sentences throughout my life. Every afternoon along Thien Ly street, when the street lamp in the village ignored the flash, it was also when I waited for my mother from the yard, the bundle of straw on the shoulder, her mother rolled in the shadow of the twilight walking on the lane Small between two shady hibiscus
Mother returned to the stove of red fire, sharpened the tastes of the countryside. I grew up like that, where the countryside of mystery, in the arms of parents, love, the division is post Learning to educate the dominant family that parents have given sent to me. Mom, where it is also a shape of her mother who remembers her mother's red fire stove, delicious new nuggets. Only where the family has a fire for heating for both physical and soul. Fire heating for hungry people, cooking rice for hungry people. Mother used to tell me about the Buddha taught fire to the fire that: "The Buddha says the life must undergo four types of fire: the fire vows, hungry fire, lustful fire and fire cremation". Life teaching and experimental life, I re-experienced my mother's words that conveyed to the student, "born a human, everyone loves (including love), love to remember velvet and Heart expenditure, remember, I hope you are born (including dreamy desire). But then after all the glory, humiliation, hatred in the life of the smoke clouds. Everybody also died after happy rocks in life. So if you let go, just let go of you! ". Mother gave me the worthwhile lessons, she connected me to the religion, I caught the religion in life, I passed through the lectures to Healing the soul of the students. The day in Saigon, the Vu Lan season, Mr. Tran Quoc Tuan has turned to his mother, concept to bless the medical advice on his mother, I don't forget at family circumstances Difficulties, raising me at the pole, a mother's hand is self-resting everything. My father's daddy walked away from home, so every day burden on her shoulders. My mother, a woman who resisted, calm and stumbled fells the tears of the fatty. But the Buddha's words taught the Buddha to rise, Mother always firmly, firmly, to complete the duty of raising children, although how many hardships are hard-suing. The parent stalking me to school every day, about the mother's house only studied every night, my mother nurtured in my passion for teaching profession. Mom read I heard the Buddha's crank, "General", "Turn off the lights", which grandfather's poems ... with a very folk private, I have led me into my mind Fun with literature so today I am a Language Language teacher. My mother has managed to take care of the learning, reading for me from very small, I soaked my heart in the "solution" of lullaby Sweet, the Buddha's words are full of wisdom, so I grew up in the fragrance of pure motherhood. Remember home, remember the house and remember my mother ... to the city of college, mother packed the gifts of the countryside, Radish, cake for me every week. Mother continued to work in the fields, and she was away from home to work, the lives returned to the day of the month, then the day I graduated from Van Khoa, the achievement was not bad and all thanks to the mother's heart. In the countryside, it is difficult in employment issues, Mother said: "Mom is not afraid of being away from me, I want you to live in meaning, and that meaning in the teacher, I don't hesitate to leave my child away from the countryside." A moment, I chose Saigon to create a karma, going to leave everything happened normally, a happy farewell. But known when the plane takes off to the vast sky is also when I understand how much my life. Four million silver odd many sheets of mother packed into a towel for me and two notebooks of the mother and I was young and informed me that "even if it doesn't change the direction - just a high street . Dịch vụ:
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