Nếu bài dài quá thì có thể lọc ra nha
To those who rowed rowing hard between the old river.
Dear teacher, who is busy driving the life backwards ...
It's been 10 years since I last saw the teacher, and at that time I still dreamed about the day I got back to my childhood with so many memories with my teachers and friends. This afternoon, I went across the river and met with thousands of white mop flowers, white mop cloths as my nostalgia for you ...
The first lesson I learned at the teacher was a lecture on the history of Dinh Tien Hoang - a talented king who defeated 12 warlords, laying the foundation for building the independence and autonomy of the country. When he was a kid, Dinh Bo Linh and his buffalo herdsmen took wipes to display a fight with other children in the village, where they beat and won, all of them surrendered to be the "general", crossed arms to carry palanquins and held Flowers wipe the two sides to receive as the king. The image of the white mop was illustrated by the teacher very touched and became a mark that never faded in me and many students of us that day. He taught us many lessons about history, about the love of the country and the indomitable spirit of the nation ... but one thing, he never told himself about the military life. of the Master. He was a wounded soldier, he returned from the battlefield and left that place an arm. I remember the words in white chalk He wrote on the board with his left hand slanting, suddenly spicy nose ...
In the dream filled with white flowers, I see my childhood returned to peace and clarity. I remember you said that every flower has its own soul, each has its own values that no one has written and said. Now standing in front of the thousands of white reeds - a simple flower that has become a sacred memory in me when I remember you, about my first lesson. In my heart, my image is like a mountain with enough trees to protect me during the hot sunny season, also a peaceful place I want to return to when I am tired in a foreign land.
Winter has come to smoke. Beside the river, the white mop flowers are lush in the wind. "The reed has a long and marvelous vitality, no matter how much the wind and rain will blow, the flowers will bloom in the right season and still be white to the sky. People need to be more persistent than the reed ...". He taught me like that, until now I still carry with me the image of a pure white flower like the affection of the pupils and students for my teachers ... A heart that does not know forgiveness is a dead heart, a person who does not know forgiveness is still stone and wood.
Chắc bài này hợp chủ đề ha? -_-
