However, I cannot fully understand: What is the country? Is it true that the country is the “Thạch Sanh rice pot” that is never empty, giving our people a whole “golden forest, silver sea” stretching from Lung Cu flagpole to Ca Mau Cape, from graphite gold, red ruby, ironwood, ebony, and tau of the Northwest mountains and forests to the heavy alluvium from the upper reaches where the Red River flows into Vietnam, to the fertile delta plains. Or the salty salt, shrimp and fish full of the sea of the salty Central region, the generous South...
Is the country also a port, an airport or a destination for the soul? Then, each Vietnamese child, after successfully spreading their wings, using their talents and strength to fly across the five continents - no matter where they live in the world , they are still Vietnamese with red blood and yellow skin, their hearts always turned towards the Fatherland. Or they can go far away, to return...
My country is imbued with folk songs, drops of the monochord, and mother's lullabies - so that each soul is inspired and then sublimated with emotions, overflowing with meaning, poems that go through the years, starting from there. Is it true, is it true... My country is like that, simple and rustic like the fields of my homeland...
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When I grew up, the country already existed. (Illustration photo - Source: internet) |
And the country is a heroic legend from ancient times when mother Au Co gave birth to a sac of eggs, hundreds of children grew up following their father to the forest, following their mother to the sea, starting the history of the Dragon's children, the Fairy's grandchildren... From the dragon and fairy lineage, my country, my people, over the past 4,000 years have painted a heroic historical picture. That is the ancestor Kinh Duong Vuong, mother Au Co, father Lac Long Quan. That picture also has 18 Hung Kings who built and defended the country... Thanks to that, through thousands of years of history, my country still "bends like the mother's back", as high as the father's aspirations. That is the history that our ancestors have forged for thousands of years, clearly stated in the first Declaration of Independence of my country:
"The mountains and rivers of the Southern Kingdom belong to the Southern Emperor.
Fate is determined in the Book of Heaven…”.
My country is so beautiful! And, I, like many previous generations, as long as I carry the blood of Lac and Hong descendants, I know how to cherish and value every inch of land and blood and bones left by our ancestors.
Therefore, in the past, even if "a hundred of our bodies were exposed in the wild, a thousand of our corpses were wrapped in horse skin", we were determined to "keep the borders intact"; "human strength often stopped the hooves of the Yuan-Mongol horses"; "each wooden stake could pierce through the invaders' ships...".
At that time, the country was lost, the people were in misery, the country was full of loyalty and love, giving birth to a saint who sacrificed his whole life for the country and the people. The father of the nation traveled for thirty long years to find the truth for the nation, giving birth to the country on September 2, 1945. He led the country through long and arduous resistance wars to the Dien Bien Phu Victory that shook the world and the historic day of national reunification on April 30, 1975.
For the country, for the people, the father "left without looking back", leaving behind "the sunny porch full of fallen leaves"; the mother wiped away her tears many times to see her children go, then cried silently because "the children did not return", leaving behind only a few words: "You go, I stay behind until my hair turns white at a hundred years old. Consider that you are always lying next to me. Consider that you have lived your whole life for the Fatherland in the future...". Putting aside the pain of losing her children, the legendary Vietnamese Heroic Mother, although only having two warm breasts, was able to feed hundreds of guerilla children. When her brothers left, Mother Thu... still saw her children off!
Those children, never letting down their country, parents, relatives, there were soldiers who used their flesh and blood to cover the loopholes, and no one forgot the soldiers of Uncle Ho who used their bodies to block firecrackers...
To understand more about the country, go to Hoa Lo, Con Dao, Phu Quoc... to see the losses and pains of the nation, to remember the small, skinny people whose skin and flesh were peeling off, with nails stuck in their feet, still facing the national flag soaked in the blood of their fathers... who never once failed their mother and father.
There, your legs are very hard, not soft at all, so you cannot kneel before the enemy's guns and spears. You are far from your mother because of your country, but when you lie down, your country stands up. As long as your mother's heart is still there, she will always hold you - the young man "forever 20 years old", when you have merged with the mountains, rivers, trees and grass.
We were born in a costly peace that was exchanged for the flesh and blood of our ancestors. Every heart of the Vietnamese people still carries a heroic and indomitable spirit, and will never lose the passionate love for the country that has long been in our blood. That is my country, as beautiful as a mother's lullaby, as if it had never gone through long resistance wars, arduous and tragic wars!...
Source: https://baophapluat.vn/dat-nuoc-toi-thon-tha-giot-dan-bau-post547886.html
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