Nguyen Manh Hung
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Now that I'm older, I still like to go shopping for Tet with my mother, like the feeling of her pulling my hand and weaving through streets filled with people...
Mom always goes first, I follow behind, eyes looking everywhere, inhaling all the scents of Tet - the fragrant smell of fresh flowers, the smell of freshly cut fruit, the smell of sweet cakes and jams and even the "smell" of mixed joys. Business is spreading in the atmosphere at the end of the year.
After walking for a while, mother and daughter stopped in front of a certain stall. Mom attentively looked at and carefully selected each item. I stood next to it, occasionally pointing at a few items, asking my mother if she needed to buy them.
Even after many years, the feeling of accompanying my mother to the Tet market is still really enjoyable, and is still something I always want to keep. With my mother, everything is so gentle and peaceful... 0 reply
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Every year at the end of the year, the atmosphere in my house becomes more bustling, because my father starts preparing for Tet.
Decorations, cakes, candies, jars of pickled onions, fruits and even some fragrant and spicy ginger jam... Oh of course kumquat and peach trees are indispensable. Dad said: "If Tet doesn't have kumquat trees, peach trees, or flashing lights, you won't see the smell of Tet."
Every time he brought things home, dad happily arranged and arranged them, sometimes even calling me to help. Just like that, every year dad is the one who starts the Tet atmosphere in the house. Watching my dad prepare, I realized the simple happiness in taking care of my family.
The items he chose and the potted plants he brought home made me feel like Tet is always full of peace, togetherness and completeness. 0 reply
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Soon my parents will be old...
When I was little, I thought my parents were "superheroes", always strong, doing everything without getting tired.
But the older I get, I realize my dad also has days when he comes home with tired eyes and heavy shoulders. Mom also had times when she quietly massaged her aching hands. Dad was no longer as quick to climb up to fix the roof as before, so Mom had to ask me to help her get her glasses to read the small letters.
Time truly does not spare anyone, its traces are imprinted on every wrinkle on the hands and face.
It's impossible to hold back time, but I can do things differently, by cherishing every moment with my parents. A greeting, a meal together, a tight hug, thank you parents for always being here... 0 reply
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I heard this saying somewhere:
"Don't see others doing anything and feel anxious and impatient, feel small... Everyone will have their own "place"..."
Some plants bloom in spring, some wait for summer, some choose autumn, some wait for winter. But no tree was forgotten. We are the same, each of us has our own time and space to shine.
Just keep going, keep doing, keep learning and don't give up, take care of each day, then the time will come when it will bloom, right where we belong. 0 reply
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"Even when you're older, you still like to hug your grandma like that"...
She often laughed and teased me when she saw me falling into her arms every time I returned home. I often reply, "No matter how old I get, I'm still your grandchild."
She's grown up, her legs are longer, her shoulders are broader, she can't carry her like before, but in my heart, she's always a peaceful place to come back to.
Her familiar scent, the gentle caress of her hair or the same words of advice every time she comes back, all are strangely warm.
They say time waits for no one. Therefore, every time I return to her, I cherish it immensely. No matter how big or small, being able to hug your grandmother is still a privilege, right? 0 reply
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I accidentally found an old letter stuck in my old diary. The handwriting was a bit crooked, but each line seemed to bring me back to a carefree time.
My letter to myself:
“To myself in the future, are you happy?
How old have you become?
Do you still like to sit and watch the rain sing, do you still think about a colorful world?
How far have your dreams come true?
I really hope that, no matter what happens, you still hold on to the beautiful things you once believed in. I really hope that you don’t forget that you deserve to love and be loved. Even if life changes, try not to lose faith in your dreams.”
It turns out, I used to be a child with so many thoughts and dreams. But growing up, sometimes the hustle and bustle of life makes me not realize that anymore.
Indeed, the journey to maturity is not about forgetting the past, but learning to carry it in your heart, so that when you are tired, you still have a place to think about. 0 reply
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I accidentally found an old letter stuck in my old diary. The handwriting was a bit crooked, but each line seemed to bring me back to a carefree time.
My letter to myself:
“To myself in the future, are you happy?
How old have you become?
Do you still like to sit and watch the rain sing, do you still think about a colorful world?
How far have your dreams come true?
I really hope that, no matter what happens, you still hold on to the beautiful things you once believed in. I really hope that you don’t forget that you deserve to love and be loved. Even if life changes, try not to lose faith in your dreams.”
It turns out, I used to be a child with so many thoughts and dreams. But growing up, sometimes the hustle and bustle of life makes me not realize that anymore.
Indeed, the journey to maturity is not about forgetting the past, but learning to carry it in your heart, so that when you are tired, you still have a place to think about. 0 reply
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I really like this song:
“After months of hard work
Just wish to return home
Carry gifts in your hands
Where mom and dad are
The old house is everything
Not a luxurious city
Not crowded streets…”
No matter how far you go, no matter how much you hustle, in the end you just want to return home. Where there are mothers, fathers, warm meals, and loving calls.
Happiness, sometimes it's as simple as that, it's being able to return, it's seeing the people you love still healthy.
Growing up, everyone is busy, everyone carries burdens. But there is a place that is always ready to wait for us to return, no need for conditions, no need for reason, just be yourself. That is home. 0 reply
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This morning, it is colder than usual. I wrapped my scarf tightly, added a few layers of clothes, walked quickly through the market, quickly bought a few things, hoping to quickly return home.
But then I stopped in front of a cart on the side of the road. The seller was an elderly woman, her face was wrinkled, her hands were red, trembling from the cold, and she kept rubbing them gently, trying to find some warmth. She stood there, inviting the few people passing by, hoping to sell the remaining goods.
I quietly walked closer and helped the old lady buy a few things. For a moment, I wished the old lady could come home a little sooner.
She thanked me profusely. For the old lady, that seemed like an encouragement. Seeing her warm smile, I felt so relieved.
The cold no longer seems scary, because something warm has crept into my heart. 0 reply
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"I love myself, even though I'm sometimes difficult to please, sometimes weak and negative."
This life is already full of pressure, I don't want to turn myself into my own enemy. When I'm sad, I comfort myself with my favorite food or some gentle music.
I know I'm not perfect and that's nothing to be ashamed of. I love those unfinished parts. I learned to be tolerant with myself. I allow myself to be wrong, to be stupid, to be heartbroken...
As long as at the end of it all, I become a little better, a little more patient, and a little happier. Not to compete with anyone, but to look back every day and be able to smile, "I did better than yesterday." 0 reply
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“Life is meetings and partings…”
Every person who appears in our lives carries a certain meaning. Some people come to teach us how to love, some people come to teach us how to let go. Some people only stay for a short time but leave an unforgettable mark.
Encounters are like rays of light, suddenly shining into our world. Strange at first, it gradually becomes familiar, but then there comes a time when it fades, fades, and then disappears.
Every meeting is beautiful, every separation is sad, but it is these things that create the colorful picture of life. I learned to appreciate every moment, every person who appears in my life, whether it's to stay or to leave... 0 reply
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“Mom is sad at home alone”…
Sometimes, my mother says that every time I call home, especially on holidays or weekends.
Mom didn't blame me, it's just that, in those words, I heard a quiet void that she was trying to hide.
Mom doesn't blame me, but I know, she remembers. I remember the warm atmosphere when the whole family was full, remember the times I babbled and told stories that had no beginning or end.
A mother doesn't ask for anything big, just seeing her children come home and have a full meal is enough to be happy.
Maybe, this Tet I will return a little earlier, so that the days my mother waits will not be longer... 0 reply
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