The poem dedicated to the children of Nu Village touched millions of hearts.

The poem "To You: The Children of Nu Village," published in Tuoi Tre newspaper, has deeply moved many readers. Many couldn't hold back their tears because of the simple verses that touched their hearts.

Mr. Dang Van Khoa (Binh Tan District, Ho Chi Minh City) - author of the poem "To You: The Children of Nu Village" which has moved many people in recent days - Photo: TRUC QUYEN

The poem "To You: The Children of Nu Village" by Dang Van Khoa has deeply moved many readers of Tuoi Tre newspaper.

Not only did they empathize and share the feelings of the teacher eagerly awaiting the children to receive Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, but one reader also wrote a poem in response to the poem by Mr. Dang Van Khoa.

Touching millions of hearts.

"This poem came from heart to heart, and I couldn't hold back my tears. Thank you so much to the author," wrote reader Tran Tan Trong.

Reader Ngoc Trieu was equally moved.   Sharing: "Thank you to the author of the poem; the words have touched the hearts of every Vietnamese person."

Reader Hoa Vang   They also left feedback expressing feelings of sorrow, heartbreak, and tears through spontaneous verses:

" Children, please tell the soldiers where you are buried so they can easily find you, and tell them where those buried deep in the mud are, so they can bring them back for burial... "

Within just a few hours of being posted, the poem received millions of listens, views, and incredibly touching responses from the online community.

"I couldn't hold back my tears while reading the poem. Thank you for writing such a wonderful and touching poem that resonated with millions of Vietnamese people. I hope the remaining villagers of Lang Nu will try to overcome this immense grief and loss," reader Tong Khai shared his thoughts.

Tears of love shed to do good.

Sharing the article "A Gift for the Children: The Little Ones of Nu Village" from Tuoi Tre newspaper, reader Vu Trong Luat wrote: "The author skillfully evokes the painful yet incredibly pure image of the children, when the immense loss has touched the very depths of their souls . Each verse evokes a sense of shock at the pain and tragedy, making it impossible for the reader not to feel sorrow."

According to reader Vu Trong Luat, in addition to describing loss, the author of the poem also evokes a sense of social responsibility, reminding people of the importance of solidarity and empathy for those facing hardship.

Furthermore, the relief efforts of organizations and communities in cases of natural disasters like the one in Nu Village further demonstrate the importance of compassion.

According to many readers, Dang Van Khoa's poems not only stir people's hearts but also foster a wave of love and sharing in society.

"Thank you to the author of the poem. Thank you to the author of the article. Thank you for the work. Hopefully, the poem will be included in textbooks, so that every reader will know how to shed tears of love, and then know how to do more good things for this life," wrote reader Lao Gan.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, I'm without my children.

This is the title of a poem by a reader with the account name Phan Huu Tinh, sent to Tuoi Tre Online in response to the poem: "To you, my children: the little ones of Lang Nu Village" by Dang Van Khoa. This Mid-Autumn Festival, where are you, my children? Why aren't you at school enjoying the feast? Leaving me waiting and hoping, the school is saddened by your absence! Tears well up in my eyes when I hear that you are no longer here. I stand silently, gazing out the door, imagining you respectfully bowing. My heart aches with sorrow for you, my children, my hands tremble as I cherish each memento , calling out the names of my deceased students. Come here, my children, take your things. Why do you remain silent when I call? I promised to make beautiful lanterns , to teach you to create carp , to transform into dragons and fly to the moon. Mid-Autumn Festival is here, do you know? Many little friends are missing from our class. Perhaps they are still playing somewhere, unable to return to celebrate the festival and watch the moon? With a heavy heart, she could only whisper: " May my children find peace in the realm of Buddha. As for the everyday items I've packed, remember to come and get them when you return, my children!"

Reader Phan Huu Tinh

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Source: https://tuoitre.vn/bai-tho-tang-nhung-be-con-lang-nu-lay-dong-hang-trieu-trai-tim-2024092115172426.htm