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HA
3
26 tháng 5 2021
My mother is the one who I love most in my life. For what she’s done, she deserved with the whole world. My mother is a 43-year-old household wife. She’s tall, slim and especially she has a beautiful long black hair. She always smile thus everyone consider her a friendly person. My mom loves every members of the family with all her heart. She agreed to be a household woman instead of working out. My mother takes care of the household chorces. She wakes up earliest in the morning and goes to bed latest in the night. And during the day, she’s very busy. I remember once when my mother got sick so nobody did the house work and everything went to crazy. From then, my father and I join hand to help mother whenever we have free time. She’s really happy about that. When I was a kid, mom taught me to play piano at each weekend. I still remember the songs which includes many childhood’s experiences. Not only taught me to play piano, she also taught me to be a better human. I love the moral stories that she told me before I fell asleep every night. We’re really appreaciate mother’s effort, patient and her hard work to conserve the family’s happiness. My mother is an indispensable part of my life. When I grow up, I want to be a woman like her.
CHÚC BẠN HỌC TỐT NHA
26 tháng 5 2021
In this world, perhaps only mother is the one who loves us unconditionally. Mother is the greatest gift that God has given to each person. In my heart, my mother always holds an irreplaceable place, someone I respect and be grateful for all my life. My mother is young, only thirty-five years old. Mom's eyes are bright and happy. Sometimes, in order for my mother to have time to walk the streets and rest, my father suggested that the whole family eat at the restaurant one day. Mom happily agreed and often chose strange dishes to learn how to cook. My mother loves to cook. I am very proud of my mother's cooking skills. Every day, listening to my mother's advice, when I grow up, I will try to cook as good as my mother. Although later, when I grow up, one day, I will have to leave my mother's protective embrace, but I know that: My mother was always the strongest support when I fell or was weak, giving me all the love and greatest sacrifice: “No matter how old I am, I am still my mother's child. Going through life, my mother's heart still follows me"
NT
3
PD
31 tháng 12 2020
My favorite subject is the one that most students consider as boring, and it is History. A lot of my classmates even hate it since they have to remember a huge amount of information of people that they do not know. The textbooks are usually very thick, and they consist of events and people from a hundred or thousands of years from East to West. For me, those things are like the stories in the novels, but the difference is my textbooks are about true things. They tell me about the epic battles, the majestic kings and queens and their empires, the true meanings behind countless revolutions, the steps of humankind and many more. I feel like I am living the past just by reading books, and the textbooks are never enough for me. I love to collect historical books, and I always need to know a complete story about a certain event. For example, if I have a lesson about the discovery of America tomorrow, I will search online for more details that relating to it. It makes my teachers surprise sometimes, and most of them admit that it is very rare to meet a student who actually love and want to study History. People love to read fantasy books, but I choose to read about true events and characters. My friends learn the lessons by heart because they are forced to do that, but I remember them like my favorite stories. I want to be an archaeologist in the future, and my love for the past as well as History will company with me in that path.
#thamkhao
31 tháng 12 2020
Tham khảo
My favorite subject is Math, but people rarely believe that there is a student who actually loves Math. This is a quite easy subject at primary level, but I have to admit that it gets harder and harder through time. I had a struggling period with it before I could find the motivation and interest to study. I find it is not only useful, but it is like puzzles that I can find the joy once I solve them. Some students say that they cannot find any use of quadratic equation or complicated formulas in reality, but Math actually appears in many aspects in our life. It helps calculate and bring out the exact results, and we cannot construct anything without calculate the figures, or the amount of materials or the whole are. Besides, it also an useful assistant for some other subjects such as Physics and Chemical, and it helps us develop our logical thought. We can think faster and have better reaction with numbers thanks to Math. Whenever I go to the markets with my mom, I always help her to check whether the sellers take the right or wrong amount of money as well as the change. I meet it both in school and in my real life, so there is no wonder why I find it really necessary. In conclusion, I think Math is not just simply a subject that challenges the students, but it can actually help us in our daily life. I am so lucky to find this subject enjoyable, and I will always find joy in studying it.
PN
7
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15 tháng 3 2018
The leader I really and admire is (…say a name of poliian or a leader you know about…) who had great contributions to make our country a better place. He was a mainstream poliian for a long and was involved in active polis from his school life. He had great contribution in our freedom fight as well as in several other activities for the betterment of our nation. He lived from 1940 till 2000 and his death was a great lose for the nation.
He was an honest and brave poliian which has become rare in present days. He never compromised with the evil power of the polis and foreign powers. He had risked his life several times and with his bravery he had bought some advantageous changes in the country. He was an idol for the nations and for his honesty and bravery he is a well-known figure in the world.
He was an active member of the (...say a polial party name…) and never longed for power or fame. He could have easily gain a powerful position in the country but he had always led a simple and yet exemplary life.
I admire him for his unmatched contribution for the country and for the nation. We need many more leaders him and I regret the fact that we have only very few leaders him in our country. He was an ideal leader who has put his personal benefits away while he thought for the benefits of the country and the nation.
A
15 tháng 3 2018
Pelé - the greatest football player of all time - was born on 23th October 1940 in Três Corações, Brazil. In 1999, he was voted World Player of the Century by the International Federation of Football History & Statiss (IFFHS). That same year, Pelé was elected Athlete of the Century by the International Olympic Committee. According to the IFFHS, Pelé is the most successful league goal-scorer in the world, scoring 1281 goals in 1363 games, which included unofficial friendlies and tour games. During his playing days, Pelé was for a period the best-paid athlete in the world. Pelé is the all-time leading goalscorer for Brazil with 77 goals in 92 games. Since retiring in 1977, Pelé has been a worldwide ambassador for football and has made many acting and commercial ventures. Throughout his career and in his retirement, Pelé received several individual and team awards for his performance in the field, his record-breaking achievements, and legacy in the sport
PV
4
5 tháng 3 2016
Saigon remember it? City breaks parting hair, blurred vision farewell city last April an enemy hand touch. Not remember Saigon "These months old blue velvet, silk days ago, that city, Saigon beloved, solar lighting dreams, moonlight illuminating the anniversary. Every sidewalk is a dream prize. Each ramp is a gust of happiness. Impregnated joy and great regret that, after ten years of wandering. There are more wonderful place to Saigon? City warm year round. City leaves similar wind music. The rainy night, soot cry nothingness. Poetic fairy slightly chilled. Erotic fragrant collection of thousands of old. Saigon Textile poetry as sunshine. Between lower heart was legendary spring lãng Tu Xuong style of silk, brocade background Huyen Tran. Just a rainbow, old soul was troubled. Just steps from the Season, has blue eyes childhood, girls pink lips. Saigon dear girl, the girl long flowing coat streets, the girls short neat shirt factory, the girls on the road uniforms rhythmic building and defending the homeland, the Vietnamese girl throbbing drums Me Linh, plying the horses and Bui Thi Xuan ...
Phen horse's heels came a blinding dust country. War invasions from the north came down. Like all city youth, rural, Saigon boys working under the executioner put pen bows, traditional flower goodbye to engage young river protection. Every inch of his native land resubmit father were deposited by the sweat, tears and blood. Then fight to win back every inch of land fall into enemy hands must also sweat, tears and blood. Vietnam youth was glorious, glorious still, forever glorious. The did so glorious victories Bach Dang, Chi Lang Street, Dong Da ... to make the winning Binh Long, Kontum and Quang Tri ... Saigon Youth was honored to contribute to the history of blood fight voice…
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Heart has repeatedly ethnic rifts dividing demanding passages. Today, once again, ethnic bleeding heart. These fibers royal blood here and there. On pain. On conviction in mind. Joy and hope to remember names not remember the name. Saigon is a conviction not remember the name. Remember Saigon? Not remember the name remember joy, joy remember restless, gnawing conviction flesh I remember every minute, every second. I remember the old school gate waiting for me in late autumn afternoon? Remember the old way leaves me green rain sex? Saigon, joy nostalgia on the lipstick, in the eyes and in the breath. Saigon, joy and longing for happiness in misery. In young age and in old age. With spring coming into and collect ultramarine pink over. In life today and tomorrow we die. In thousands of miles away who foot thick haze. In the first inch of the street gang who ward. In the park early fog grass hydrated. In a roundabout way street lamps excellent color ...
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From a sentiment not remember the name, Saigon became known pain. Take great shape, Saigon, our general partner, lost in enemy hands. States have lost abominable enemy hand mirror? When refined slim ferret shirt overlaid name Saigon, my city being skinned. As I was skinning it. And that is the pain fester in our hearts each. The romantic flowers old path, now, to the vicious hatred, anguish, dreary, pity. Smiles yesterday as tears today. Hope yesterday was desperate today. Life is full of threats during the day, the night terror. "If walking lamppost, lampposts will cross the sea in search of freedom." Who was speaking for the lampposts Saigon Centre? Ethnic Vietnam gentle and always unfortunate, no doubt, after a life changing grim, turned out miserable boat floating on the ocean surface toddler implications. Take the land into the sea. Where sea guide? Where and how May will pale sorrow expatriation. Land takes the land into the sea but not shared with the tragic adventure. Where sea guide, lead you, the sea did not understand the hunger, fear's pleasure to sail. That is, from the pain of humanity have clear our names from a list of gold encrusted humiliation: Boat People ...
Abandon their homeland, leaving Saigon withering of enemy hands. Remember Saigon? Think of Saigon now? Saigon now like? Do not ask the rain, the sun asked. Rain and sun sadly also fled the city already. Ask the mother wandering the corner. Ask first stumbled sugar daddy. Ask her to sit pear flea market. Ask me the adoration of black rice measuring red blood selling. Sunset makeup of a living pavement. Tears night the bitter fate of people. Such Saigon now. Elderly to bark stripped to the high tops. Visit Botanical animals emaciated and died of starvation. Lovely looks past the current discrete pedestal. Saigon Pearl maiden hand was bulky scabies because irrigation water forced alum. Blue eyes and white children were already exhausted from chronic cassava. Saigon to the street not long coat. Saigon said the street is not laughing, chirping. Stooping is a prison, concentration camp. Looking to the vicious police. Weather Saigon now fully hydrated anxious. The air-Special Saigon now pity. Saigon is now at home with sorrow, sighing, with the tears silently dripping pieces tênh sad life, clam bored ...
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But there is far to go to heaven Saigon is happy? Be positive doodles angry without proper justification boat swallowing. Relive great abruptness waves buffeted the boat people. Imagine brutal pirate idea of raping, killing refugees. And, after the last, look for a long, carefully waiting for handouts date settled in favor of the refugee camp, known as "paradise inn front gate." Take a clear look footsteps olds, five, on the sand burns injustice makes home visits. Then will understand why "I know I will be sad". As long as it pleased nostalgic burning alive, a day boat longing for the old days of Saigon Leopard build ...
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Where only the Saigon bankruptcy today. Our homeland, everywhere, are bankrupt, wealth and charity, blood from flag burning hatred haughtily flying fishy breath. Hanoi was the spreading over three decades. Heaven's cloud illusions and betray the bread of heaven is secondary Socialist drawing step backwards. No one dies of hunger that only those chronic hunger. Civilized land thousands of years, people living in material standards, materials and assimilated people, animals and people sharing and exploitation confided same. People who suffered poverty to liberate those fresh shirt. Ultimately, Saigon dark, doomed, tragic Hanoi par. Observe Hanoi, the capital of "human dignity", "elitist and progress". Look for Hanoi a precise definition of happiness. That's it, the images vivid and authentic Hanoi and Saigon under the color of the flag are arrogant and bloody stupid hatred. Saigon's honor was ejected sidewalk. The mother sat frowning in the sun soon. The father stood in the rain-dimensional grimaced. What about sending to Saigon? One consolation, a dream or a promise? City, trees, sun and rain, birds, the animals, the sidewalk, the corner shop, to send about? Send anything about?
Send just enough about to leave a homeland, a homeland piled sorrow? Send anything about the immense fields, for the vast river? Send anything about the new canal digging, just off the creek? What about sending away for the shore, for yards wide? Send anything about the low hills, the mountain? Send anything about the jungle, the ocean depths. What about sending rice to milk, the pigs may award contracts? What about sending flowers grapefruit, flowers frown? Send anything about the durian, mangosteen? What about the lullabies send diffuse, for warm tone ru? What about the line scented send the order to the family sex tile, bridges longed for? Send anything about? Send anything about? O homeland, just as almost hidden away farewell, it was revealed lovesick new straw smell, the smell of the smoke of copper, vile smell flowers, smell weed. And we see the simplest, most ordinary ones were most sadly smoke waves sunset. There is no place more beautiful our homeland. Send anything about? To send a dream return.
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Back lit dream recollection. And reminisce with me about my hometown. That our waters. From looking down. Nha Trang white sand with legendary players Balls. Forest Hill do it. Dalat poetic. This Lake of Sighs. Ai An forest Nọ. I look back at the Military Academy old footprints, ancient silhouette of the guy "heroes stream of capital." The boys did, now, somewhere. Obviously, many people have "rather compares his robe on earth", the Vietnam-ground advantage. To Vietnam haughtily forever Many have gone, taking with Dang Dung said, just look forward to the liberation premature death lest the old river. I left the National Military School to celebrate the exuberant Yersin. School there, sadly with mimicry rename plight. Natural school dreamer, one day, former student of the past stirred. Retrospective gives us wings to fly free. A moment of recollection clapping, it was the site of Dalat Hoa Binh high translucent. Then we fly over the hill, to visit Da Lat University Hospital of little consolation for the current gloomy overhead. And we on, I go to a sunny Saigon. Boat takes guests to the Thu Thiem. Prime Language flagpole crying because yellow flag absent loved red stripes. Bach Dang wharf there. Liberty City the other. Public whistle-calling ship voyage. What prompted waves lap smoke sunset river. Oh, Saigon, a piece of Saigon alone, my heart warm enough afar. My soul is seemingly gaining momentum on Saigon. My soul is old streets, the old mansion. Naturally, we want to Saigon whispered: "I, Saigon like? Shirt color intact, while raising a dream, waiting for each other? Kids, remember the road injured entrance, past trees, birds words music wind, rain clouds tears, nothing lost yet "? Do not, do not lose anything, because I still dream about a day.
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Hung's death is the general rule for ever. Strawberry happened Sea for thought, let alone a dynasty, a regime or an ism. A poet has defined the sea-law never, never die:
Everybody all dead
The other was permanently Vietnam
One other poets define what never lose:
Me dear, earnest ago
What took the man did not lose Vietnam
Vietnam people permanently. Vietnam eternal love. It did not take people never took the homeland. And memories of the homeland is not lost. And then, with the Notre Dame Cathedral of Saigon, with Zoo, the Museum, the Mausoleum Mr. Ba Chieu. And then, Hue with red flock amniotic summer flamboyant fall colors sprinkled blood on the ancient Hue style, quietly. And then, with the tombs of Hue, radio. And then, Hue with "ancient chariot marks" with "old castle background". And then, the soul's money on the table shy moss layer, on the threshold of the echo of a time level. O immortal ancestors, who did not have to die, the only retreat under a lotus pond. And the meaning of life still yellow petal lotus stamen, still fragrant lotus. I crave, chimes Thien Mu Hue called on the anxiety in each row of trees, every brick, every wall, every roof, every cauldron peaks, each bearing flowers of a bygone dynasties filled with pity. And then, Hue Ngu Mountain Perfume River, the Trang Tien bridge, bridge White Tiger. And then, Hue with leaves above the water level of gently peace. And then, with the course of An Cuu Hue "muddy rain sun" and the boats loaded with moon night swept on Vi Da.
Why do not you visit the village of Vi
New row sun sunny scowling look up
Who lush gardens too. emerald
Horizontal bamboo leaf cover complete typeface
Cloudy Wind wind street style rattan
Corn sad waters lay flowers
Moon River boat dock that anyone beans
Keep carrying moon tonight
Mo hotel guest distance distance
White shirt so you do not look out
Here's smog blurred image
Who knew the salty one
And then, Hue, intact, the waterfront with her laundry mats, with a smile so beautiful, so poetic. Dong Khanh school yard there flying white butterfly. And that dream University ports deep blue. There, intact, when we about. And then, Hanoi West Lake, Truc Bach Lake, the path Co Ngu childhood dreaming pupil. Quan Thanh temple there. And then Ngoc Son Temple, The Huc Bridge, Hoan Kiem Lake, Turtle Tower. And that area Vo Van Mieu, One Pillar Pagoda. 36 streets that also ...
And native Vietnam. Intact. If we do not forget and do not ever lose the people of Vietnam, though it reaches the end expatriation injustice. Vietnam forever. Vietnam forever ...
5 tháng 3 2016
I'm from a countryside. I have to go to Ho Chi Minh City in order to learn. I have been living here for 2 years. And I see differ between the City and countryside.As you know the Saigon City has always been known to be a place of crowded and noisy as opposed to the countryside, where is a place of peace and quiet. It's too quiet to hear birdsong.Life in the city is full of activity. Early in the morning everybody rush out of their homes. Start a new day with a coffee. Soon the streets are full of traffic. Shop and offices open, students go to school. The day's work begins.
HB
0
AL
26 tháng 4 2021
There are many people in my family, but perhaps the person I love the most is my grandmother. My grandmother is over seventy years old this year. Her hair is white as clouds, proving she is old. Her complexion was black, because she had worked so hard to raise her children. Her limbs were wrinkled to represent her late afternoon. She is a farmer. So most of the day, she worked in the fields. So busy, but she still takes the time to take care of me. When I'm sad, she is the one who comforts me. And even when I am happy, she is also the person by my side to congratulate me. I love my grandmother so much, if I have one wish, I will wish she would live forever, to take care of my children and grandchildren.
NH
2
LL
21 tháng 5 2022
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