This week's poetry page brings together diverse perspectives and confessions of teachers, teachers with students, children with their mother who is a teacher, husbands writing to their teachers' wives; words of gratitude for teachers who are devoted to their profession in difficult and deprived areas, students remembering their teachers...
The noble cause of educating people deserves to be honored at all times.
MIRACULOUS LECTURE (author: VIEN NGUYET AI)
Teacher! I entered life, my childhood turned into young poems, you lulled me to sleep, gently rolling on the precarious path.
The teacher's voice is still there, light and airy, transmitted from the vast memories. Unexpectedly, it echoes from all around. I became a child, "ah, eh" studying.
Teacher diligently teaches me to grow up and become a good person in the future Teacher lights up the sun Teacher brings the ocean to school
In each simple lecture, love for the country and homeland is overflowing. The storks flutter, flying over the rice fields, following the clouds to the mountains.
Dazed when the class ends, the teacher's shadow quietly in the dream lane. I gradually grew up from a child. The years passed by, growing up.
The old classroom and school are still intact, but my teacher has gone to a faraway land... 11.2024
MEMORIES OF FATHER (author: QUAN SON)
Eleven years without father A daughter's poem as a small gift Father has overcome many storms For the sake of his children, what hardships do you care?
Our country was poor at that time. The teacher's profession sacrificed silently. Preparing lesson plans, grading papers - staying up all night with oil lamps, silently lighting up the loving people.
There were days when I thought I would fall in the middle of the lecture hall. I was so tired that I still taught overtime - difficult lessons. I was so happy that they were so eager to learn. Despite many challenges, they still maintained their elegant way. I supported poor students to overcome difficulties. I shared a meal of congee vegetables. Rice mixed with cassava and sweet potatoes still warmed my heart.
Growing up, many of you have become successful. Let's come back to show gratitude to our old teachers. We love the young generation with all our heart. We follow you throughout the journey.
Then one day, my father was honored with the Red Badge awarded by Uncle Ho. Fourteen countries were visited and studied. The whole family was happy, the clan was proud.
The day dad came back was really fun.
The small suitcase was full of books.
Mom understood, so she just smiled and didn't blame him.He explained that he was just going to school.In a flash, eleven years have passed.According to the ancestors, dad went to a far away place!Deeply engraved in my heart are dad's words of advice.As a human being, remember to live a noble life!11.2024
MISSING MOTHER SEASON (MSc.
DAO VAN QUANG)
Mom, I look at myself in the mirror. I see you leaving behind a brown pupil image. The white skin I inherited from you has also turned brown. Mom reminds me of my beloved, right before winter, to send my coat. It's less cold these days.
Born in Hang Street, I see Hanoi as a village In the village there is a school, my mother's house 2024 - the fourth charter season Generations of students only remember Ms. Ngoc Tuyet through incense smoke and thoughts The elementary school teacher, the President of the Trade Union is so kind I feel like I met a diligent mother through her figure The older I get, the less surprised I am I am surprised to have someone who loves me, and loves my mother with me
November 20th is coming, who can buy flowers and visit? Just focus on being grateful to all teachers. Learning is a lifelong process, not just at school. Always be a child in front of my teacher - my mother.
Mom, let me learn the letter A again from the beginning. It's been a long time since I said it. It seems that humans are losing their ability to laugh. It's like literature is lacking many humorous pages.
Today is the beginning of a new week.
At 3am, I miss you so much.
Dad - afternoon - shadow - playing - with.My teacher - mother Tuyet!I cried and laughed silently.I wished for the Northeast monsoon to come right away.The mist blurred, Mom came back to warm me.Your arms hugged and kept me! 3:44, 11.11.2024
DEAR COLLEAGUES! (Author: LE PHONG LAN)
I've been passionate about teaching all my life. Teaching students to open up life with heart. A bee diligently makes honey. The sweetness and fragrance also have their own share.
Time has dyed the Saha world silver. The green hair has now bloomed white. The four directions are not far away. Hearing the news of the reunion, we all come together.
Together, passion burns brightly. Memories flood back into us. The wind whispers a harmonious tune. The bright sun paints back the fading time.
Echoing in the sunshine, the sound of the rain fading away, the silent orchid in the sky, the harmony and disintegration of life. Our joys and sorrows, our worries, crystallize into smiles and faith.
Missing each other, we are constantly searching for "Eating as a monk and living as a criminal" a mark of a time Deeply engraved in the memories of life Now fresh again in the sky of Vietnam. 11.
2024
WITH YOU (author: TRUONG THIEU HUYEN)
Just yesterday I welcomed you to class. Now I stand behind the school gate saying goodbye to each of you. Your eyes of dreams give me hope. This life will become more beautiful!
I think of the baby turtle nest in the sand. Together they crawl out, facing the sea. I feel sorry for my little student. The sea, day and night, never stops being gentle.
School is the home waiting for students to return. I still follow every step, happy or sad. Whoever is glorious, whoever is in prison, they are all still my students.
Textbooks are filled with life experiences.
Teaching students, teachers relearn every day.Everyone will eventually overcome wisdom and foolishness.One of my students is now a teacher! 10.2024
