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"lt always is darkest before sunrise"

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Mùa hoa mua nở

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Tôi nhớ ở Huế, cứ khi nào xuân tàn thì hoa mua lại đua nhau nở tím cả một vùng đồi. Lúc đầu tôi cứ nhầm tưởng đấy là hoa sim bởi cánh hoa sim cũng gần gần có hình dạng như thế. Nhưng nếu nhìn kỹ sẽ thấy nhiều nét khác biệt.

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An Interesting "Discovery"

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Last Tuesday was a great day. It’s not only because it was my birthday but because I discovered something interesting. That is my mom loves karaoke!

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Enjoy pre-Tet with mom

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with my only sun
my mom
After work, I rode home to pick my mom up. We headed for flower fair taking place in front of Phu Van Lau - the renowned pavilion facing Huong river. Many people were there when we arrived. My mom was interested in the thousands of pots of various flowers. She wondered how the farmers could sell all of them, but I know they will. Hue people live in harmony with nature, and they especially love flowers.

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Nắng thu

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Em ngồi trong nắng sớm nay giữa trời thu Hà Nội, nhớ về anh và miền nắng tràn nơi ấy. Đầu thu ta gặp nhau để rồi cuối thu mỗi người gói lại những kỷ niệm thương yêu trong tim và rẽ sang lối khác.

Sẽ gặp lại không anh hay là mãi xa để rồi ký ức về nhau nhạt nhoà theo năm tháng? Hãy giữ giùm em nụ cười anh rạng ngời và ánh mắt ngập tràn yêu thương để những tháng ngày không còn nhau ta vẫn được sưởi ấm bởi những kỷ niệm ngọt ngào.

Special Guest

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I don’t really remember the last time I saw fireflies. I sometimes wonder if they are extinct, or have moved to less polluted air since more houses have been built in my neighborhood and garden space becomes narrower. However, tonight I was lucky enough to welcome a little firefly to my house.

While I was “talking” to Nich, I happened to see a tiny firefly lying next to him. I was so surprised and excited that I picked it up and put it in my palm. All the memories of my childhood with the flicker of many fireflies came back vividly.

With a clear plastic bag in hand, I wandered over the meadows to catch fireflies as the night fell. Of course, I wasn’t alone. Most of the kids my age loved fireflies so much. We often sat down on the ground watching the light from the fireflies’ bodies. Inside the transparent plastic bag, a dozen fireflies made a starry sky, and each of us owned one. Isn’t it wonderful to hold a sky full of stars in your hand? As for me, words failed to express the happiness I felt inside my heart when looking at the flickering fireflies.

But now, after admiring the poor little firefly for a while, I decided to let him go home to his family. I didn’t want to keep him since he wasn’t mine. He should go back to the wide-open field where he belonged. “Be happy! Be free, my dear little firefly! Good bye,” whispered I.