HOSPITAL SCHEDULE Now I am as old as Mr. Cai in the Dong De period, the windless wind returns.
The wind passes through Cam Khe or Tam Dao, or the Da River, now we are very vast.
There is Vinh Phuc, there is Hoa Binh, waving green water with moss everywhere without need for love, need for love.Now I am as old as you.Every time the sun rises, the sun rises, it is a reason to be happy.My grandfather is a moment of excitement.Then, I am drunk and fall on the road, my father is worried all my life.Written into a few poems, taking a plow and a breath, and being lucky.Every step, every cloud foot exercise If you are full, your face will be thick...Live, go on the waterfall, the trees will fly around the water and charcoal...9.25/2025
THUCH SCHEDULE Riding the red flame of the rain Poor cold weather of the Vu-lantern season The autumn is spent in the hood, carrying a plump hood, carrying a gold and wind, meaning the direction of the neighborhood.
The river in the countryside is wrapped in a mountain strip.The road of the torn stains has been brought down, Im the buffalo still forced to rest.The strength of the father is exhausted, the back is not left.The world is right.The world is right.The world is rich and the poor is in debt.The head is leaning against the debt.The cup is burning the burning of the burning to make the day pass quickly.The old man is a rich old, the poor, so he does not dare to dream much.The family is in love and love, the Father is in love, the sky is not morning or the father is still in love.The world is still in love, the world is in love.The world is full of gold, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in love, the world is in the world is in the world is the world is the world is the world.
THAP BOSS dr.
D' ANH VU This afternoon, the cold wind is so strong that I am alone in a homeless hometown.
However, my family has been resting for a long time and then closed my eyes, my mother looked at me with preference, worried that this year, there would be many storms and problems.
Every year, I pay back my love.
Will I get more things I wish for?The month of bitter and hard work The family is miserable, together together Although the journey is alluring all of humanity The hometown is a safe haven for children traveling far away near The heart is anchored to the mother's grave Dam, the eyes of the old man Seem to send a message from near and far The words of Menh bring to the depths of the earth and sky The whole life is still living, the time of traveling The wind sometimes listens to the wind of the countryside There are words of parents waiting for me...Thuong Tin, Vu Lan At Ty season
MORREY of THEN KS.
DOAN QUANG Hoang Lan Ngoc Lan smells of the city.
I know the scent of your skin since I was cold.
Open your parents' feet.
Are you gentle like me - the old man?
hugging and kissing you to your mother to pet me?I help you ask me a thoughtful question: Mother Ngoc Tuyet, why are you so late in winter?Holding my hand over the pain, struggling with 5 equal fingers to hug and hold for 5 years of being away from you, then the Golden Flag waved my hair white, Mom!The daughter of the Most High is the one who most wholeheartedly worships Buddha.Following the Mother to climb to the top of Yen Tu, breathing the poem of Buddha in the garden for more than 700 years: The family is right to retire and retire, The face of the world is not heartless and meditation * He also wears a brown coat with a bamboo stick and a tree, He is suitable for the spiritual life and death of the poor.The recitation of Truc Lam Yen Tu taught us, the Golden Goldenseman spiritual ceiling, the laws of the will and regulations of the garden, the pure mother!I call out a thousand times As I read the Book to avoid being weak and fake, step back on the path of the praiseful Buddhist teachings on the foot of the scratched bottle of the season of beautiful flowers blooming, mother of goodness...9.2025
* Ke Van, Cu Tran Tran Tran Gia Gia Gia, Tran Nhan Tong (1258 - 1308): In a pre-made house of treasures, don't look for it anywhere else/ Facing all worlds but still heartless, you need to ask for meditation.
THY SCHEDULE THAT SCHEDULE I imagine a father and mother who are still as warm in this house as they were in the past, whispering very sweetly.
I still owe my father and mother a debt to the children's memories.
When I was young, I went to school.In the early winter, I called my child to the kitchen.I took my child's hand and held the sticky rice: - I went to eat and study as hard as my mother did to eat the rice and salt and amid the cold water every day for my child to grow up.The day I was high as a tree in the alley.The child was in the middle of my life.The parents were old and carried the sunlight.The children were excited.One afternoon, the child was stunned and shooked Father's womb at the mirror.Father was in pain because the flock of kien was full of milk when his eyes were in pain.The child was still in the same old age.The child was in the same old age.
BURTH THIEN HOSPITAL SCHEDULE Every full moon, you say rice paper, why, the moon is like a pizza with a smile Now you sleep on the hill Seeing pizza, you feel sad about rice paper...
9.2025
