Face of the Homeland

Silently nurturing the dream.

Silently nurturing the dream.

This is the first time I've flown alone in the sky.

At sunset, my father stood anxiously waiting at the train station in our hometown.

Like taking the first tentative steps.

And with a cheerful smile, the child learns to speak.

Father knows that spring is beginning to dawn on new horizons.

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I've gone, I've returned, I've arrived.

Father and son, a face reflecting the love and loyalty of their homeland.

Even unfamiliar voices become familiar.

The father gathered the storms and hardships of his young son as his baggage for his journey.

The child stretches out, bringing back the warm sunshine and fruits.

Overcoming the harsh winter cold, the scent of spring fills my ancestral homeland.

Phan Hoang

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202602/guong-mat-que-huong-bfe26c5/