Top 12 best analysis essay on Bang Viet’s poem “Fire stove”

Bang Viet started writing poetry in the 60s of the twentieth century. He is an adult poet during the resistance war against America to save the country. His poetry exudes a pure and smooth beauty “like silk paintings”; very loving and profound when writing about childhood memories, student age, family love…

The poem “Fire stove” is one of the best poems, most representative of his poetic characteristics, artistic style and writing career. The work, composed in 1963, when the author was a law student in the Soviet Union, was Bang Viet’s first collection of poems, later included in the anthology “Fragrance – The Fire” with Luu Quang Vu. Through the poem, the reader can feel the simple, profound, touching, and very sacred feelings of grandparents and grandchildren.

The emotional circuit of the poem goes from recollection to the present, from memory to contemplation. That is suggested through the image of the fire in the homeland and the image of the grandmother. Since then, the grandchild (who is Bang Viet) expressed his nostalgia for childhood memories and lived in the love and care of his grandmother. At the same time, it shows the grandson’s gratitude and respect for his grandmother, family, homeland and country.

First of all, the image of the “fire stove” – ​​the place where feelings of nostalgia and remembrance of the beloved grandmother originate. In the distance, the grandson always looks back to his hometown, where he has his family, loved ones, grandmother and even fond memories of when he was a child. And that reminiscence line begins with the image of a loving “fire stove”:

A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.

The image of a fire stove “waiting for the morning dew” is rich in realism, evoking the image of a hidden fire burning in the mist of the morning. The hot red embers are full of affection, grouped by the gentle, industrious, skillful hands and the little heart of the grandmother. At the same time, that fire also lingers in the mind, in the poet’s haunting nostalgia, cherishing, cherishing and preserving.

Since then, awakening the grandson’s fond remembrance of his grandmother – who makes a fire every morning: “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain.” The phrase “knows how much sunshine and rain” describes the grandmother’s industriousness, hard work, hard work, and sacrifice. “Love” is a sincere feeling, stemming from a heart full of love, sharing and including respect, deep gratitude, and inconsolable nostalgia of a grandchild for his grandmother.

Thus, with the opening three verses of the work, Bang Viet expressed his fond nostalgia for the fire of his homeland and his beloved grandmother. This can be considered as a prelude to writing about nostalgia. From there, orient the emotions for the whole article. The poem will be the thoughts and nostalgia of the grandson about the fire, about the grandmother and also the sad and happy memories when he was still with her.

When it comes to childhood, perhaps in each of us, we often think of the innocent, pure and pure years when we lived in the fullness of both material and emotional love of our parents and loved ones. But for generations like Bang Viet poet class, how can that be when they have to live in the years of war and war, life and death are just a few inches away.

Therefore, when thinking about childhood, memories like a slow-motion movie appear in Bang Viet’s mind one by one with so many disadvantages, hardships, deprivations and hardships. That first memory was when I was four years old:

When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of the nose is still spicy!

The expression “starvation and hunger” describes prolonged hunger that causes fatigue, weariness, and exhaustion. Therefore, the hunger caused the horse to become thin, the image of the charioteer father was also withered, emaciated, pale… all made the reader feel a pang of sadness when remember the terrible famine in the year of the Rooster 1945. At that time, I was with my grandmother and I made a fire with her, the smoke from the kitchen made my eyes blurry, “thinking back to now the bridge of my nose is still spicy”.

The smoke was bold, imprinted in the grandson’s mind or it was the hardships and hardships of poverty, hunger, war and turmoil in the nephew’s childhood. The verses are written with true feelings, so they are filled with tears and thick with smoke. The low voice of the poem is filled with a bitter sadness when the line of childhood nostalgia overflows in the poet’s heart, making “the bridge of the nose is still spicy”. Followed by lines of nostalgia about eight years of her wartime life with her:

For eight years, my grandson and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to talk about her days in Hue

How earnestly how earnest!

Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back

I’m with grandma, she told me

Grandma taught me how to work, she took care of me to study

The fire group thought of loving her hard,

Tu ho! did not come to stay with her

Asking for money in the distant fields?

The sound of the familiar howling birds in the countryside every summer when coming back, echoes and swirls in the heart of the expatriate. The sound of Tu howep is reproduced in different levels and situations: sometimes it comes back from the distant fields (Tu howls in the distant fields) evokes a large, vast and quiet space. ; sometimes it is busy and anxious, causing people to relive distant memories

(When you call her, do you remember her/She used to tell stories about her days in Hue); sometimes it’s fake, crying until it’s dry, cold in the distant fields, sucking (Ching chi nostalgic in the distant fields) … The howling bird becomes the main chorus of the nostalgic lines. memory at the age of eight, has the effect of depicting a quiet, attractive, and vast living space; has just sown in the heart of the reader a sadness that is empty to the skin, overwhelmed.

However, the grandchild’s childhood was still imbued with the love and care of his beloved grandmother. “Mother and father are busy at work and don’t come back” and the two grandchildren rely on each other. By the fire, she told me stories, she told me, taught me, and took care of me. The verbs: “she told, she taught, she took care of” deeply and deeply expressed the immense and caring love of a grandmother for her grandchild.

Therefore, she became a source of warmth, comfort, nurture, protection and preservation of the family home and she was the noble sacred combination of fatherly, motherly, and teacher love on long trips. busy with parents’ work. Therefore, the grandson always remembers to carve the heart of her heavenly gratitude: “The fire group thinks about her hard work”. The word “love” alone is enough to encapsulate all the love, respect and deep gratitude that the grandson has for his grandmother.

During the years of the country’s war, difficulties, fierceness, and so much pain and loss were always imprinted in the minds of grandchildren. And there is a memory in the memory that the grandson will never forget even though he has grown up:

The year of the enemy burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still strong, she told me to be sure

“I’m in the war zone, I have work to do, dad,

Do you write letters, don’t tell this, tell that,

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!”

The suffering and pain when the enemy pulled back to the village to destroy and burn houses and villages, she still silently endured, trying to stand up for herself with the help and support of the villagers. She did not want her son in the war zone to know that the work at home affects his work in the army. That must be the noble quality of heroic Vietnamese mothers during the war.

We read here the silent, noble and sacred sacrifice of the grandmother, the mother in the rear who always wants to shoulder with her children and grandchildren, and the country to fight off invaders, bring freedom to the world. nation. The grandmother’s advice is still “determined” by the grandson forever in his heart, quoted verbatim and repeated directly when the grandson wrote a letter to his father, showing how precious the grandmother’s quality is.

Therefore, here we can see all the great merits of the Vietnamese mother for the resistance war against the invaders. Having that victory was not only the direct contribution of the soldiers on the front line, but also the great contribution of the women in the rear.

After reminiscing about his childhood with his grandmother, the grandson continued to reflect and reflect on her life through the image of a fire:

Then, early and late in the afternoon, go back to the fire

A fire, her heart is always ready

A flame of unwavering faith…

The word “fireplace” in the poem evokes “fire” with abstract and general meanings. The fire she lit in every morning and evening is not simply made of natural ingredients, but has been raised by the author to become a symbol of pure and intense love and faith. The phrase “one fire” has both meaning emphasizing the eternal life of the flame; It also means to express the love that a mother has for her grandchild.

The fire is the refraction image for the soul, the will and the extraordinary life force of the grandmother. Therefore, she is not only the one who lights the fire, keeps the fire, but also the one who keeps the fire and transmits the fire to her beloved grandson. It is the fire of life, the belief for the next generation. From contemplating the role of grandmothers in life, the author continues to affirm the noble qualities of grandmothers: diligent, rich in sacrifice and rich in kindness:

She knows how much sunshine and rain in her life

Decades ago, until now

She still has the habit of waking up early

The group of warm and cozy fireplaces

Group of love, sweet cassava

New group of sticky rice pots to share the fun

The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood

Oh strange and sacred – the fire!

The phrase “know how much sunshine and rain” evokes the life of a hard-working, arduous grandmother, but still lights up the sacred and noble qualities of Vietnamese women. The word “group” (4 times) includes many meanings, expressing the great meaning of the work that she still does every morning and evening: She is the one who lights the fire and is also the one who keeps the fire warm. hot, shining in every family.

The word “sweet embrace” describes the work of the kitchen team and the fire is always brimming with embers by her skillful, industrious, little hands. She lights the fire every morning and also lights up the love, the sharing of joy and the childhood feelings of her grandchildren. At this point, her act of making a fire is not just an ordinary kitchen group action anymore, but it has become a metaphorical image representing the meaning of her fire work.

Through the act of making a fire, she wants to pass on to her grandson the warmth of love and sharing with everyone in the surrounding village. And it is also from the image of a fire that she evokes childhood memories in her grandson’s heart so that he will always remember it and that is also always remembering the origin of the homeland, the country of the nation. me.

Since then, the fire has become strange, sacred “Oh strange and sacred – fire stove!”. The exclamation “Oh” combined with the art of inversion expresses surprise, astonishment like discovering the truth, the miracle that keeps life simple. The stove and her mother seemed to incarnate into one, always burning, sacred immortality.

The last stanza of the poem is the sincere confession of the grandson when he grew up and matured. Even though the distance in space and time is far away “smoke of a hundred ships, fire of a hundred houses, joy of a hundred directions”, the grandson always agonizes in his heart with an inconsolable nostalgia for his grandmother and the fire: “But still never forget to remind / – Will you start the kitchen tomorrow?…”.

The contrast between the past and the present, between the “smoke and fire” of modern life and her simple and idyllic stove has shown the undying vitality of the fire that she lights up every morning and evening. live and live forever in the hearts of grandchildren. That fire has become a childhood memory of her – a person who spreads fire, transmits life, love and “persistent” faith to the next generation.

Therefore, remembering her is remembering the fire, remembering the origin of the nation. The poem closes with a rhetorical phrase expressing the inconsolable nostalgia and distant nostalgia of the grandson who is always in pain, earnestly remembering his childhood, his family, his homeland and the country.

Bang Viet’s poem “Fire stove” is a poem full of emotions. The image of a fire stove is uniquely expressed through a passionate and emotional tone; flexible poetic rhythm; combined with the overlapping style used to change, making the poem with the image of a fire burning out, rising, each time more passionate and warm. From there, making the reader feel very poignant and touched by the longing nostalgia for the childhood memories of his nephew and the poet’s sincere heart for his beloved grandmother.

Thereby, the more we feel love, the more we appreciate the love for our family, our homeland and the country. Since then, we can fully understand the lyrics of musician Trung Quan, how meaningful it is:

Homeland for each person is only one

Just like a mother

If anyone does not remember homeland

Won’t grow up to be a human…

Everyone has a past with relatives, family, a pure and happy childhood, or an intense and painful childhood…but deep in everyone’s heart, memories, memories Childhood memories are always the most profound and powerful thing in life that we can never forget. It will follow us through the ups and downs of our lives, ingrained in our hearts and dwell forever in our hearts…

Whether our childhood is sweet or bitter, there are still one or more people who have supported us, taken care of us, … and left a mark as a memory that will live on forever over time and years.. .. Poet Bang Viet also had a childhood like that… A childhood of hunger, loneliness, but full, warm and extremely happy! Full, full of her love, warmed by her care, care and protection during the days away from her parents and happy by…with her!

He wrote the poem “Fire Stove” when he was an international student in the Soviet Union, following the flashback on a cold winter day without her, he found his childhood to be with her with the current. time spent by the fire burning warm love, following the beat of a longing heart…”Fire stove” not only warms the feelings of grandparents but also warms a person’s life…” “Fireplace” or is it the same grandmother with her grandchildren, the image of her coming back shimmering through the light of the fire “waiting”, “waiting”, isn’t it, grandma…? Grandma is cooking in your first lines of poetry…

“A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you, know how much sunshine and rain.”

Right in the first three verses, the allusion “a fire” is associated with the words… evoking a warm feeling with overflowing affection. We can feel in the first verse, the fire with warm flames keeps “playing around” to warm the whole house in the early morning, but the early morning dew drops cold in a winter when the two of you live together. The stove is the first image that comes to mind when reminiscing about the past.

Because of her figure, she is always attached to the fire “and then it’s early and late,” she said, or that fire is as warm as her heart for her grandchildren, warm as family affection, the warmth of the fire is also her own. my heart, spreading to the whole house with only the two of them, which is cold and empty, to ease the loneliness and boredom of the two of you or to warm the whole winter full of “morning dew” out there…? “Hum iu” – evokes a hand to kindle a fire that is warm enough in a clever and considerate way.

Therefore, although in the first two verses, she does not appear directly, but we can see that her image has appeared very clearly. She is sitting by the fire to light the fire of “waiting”, “brooding” with the boundless love she has for her grandchild. Then, to the second verse, I uttered in a line of sorrowful emotions “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain” in my heart, remembering my arduous, hard-working and experienced grandmother!

Just one word “love” is enough to retain the poetic idea for the whole paragraph. I know very well and I love her dearly, the hardships, “rainy days”, difficulties and hardships of her life! I understand and appreciate the silent sacrifices of your life! Love is the salty taste of human love, the glue of attachment. But “loving” which appears a lot in lyrical poetry and especially appears a lot in works about human love.

The object of love is compassion and so, the word “love” can see how many emotions are rising in the child’s heart, a longing, longing, intense and longing to be loved. Returning to her childhood, sitting next to her under the warmth of the fire and “full of love”… The image of her “knowing how much sunshine and rain” gradually became clearer, gradually revealed with silent, silent sacrifices. . From the memory gradually returned under the poet’s lines, appearing in the flickering light of memories, flowing to the past…:

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy.”

The most haunting four-year-old anniversary is the smell of smoke and poverty. The years of hunger, the grandson felt and knew the smell of smoke from the age of four, that was the famine in 1945, the terrible, terrible and persistent hunger, “starvation and hunger”. The word “tired” is separated into two painful sounds, it seems to be ingrained in the mind of a grandchild an unforgettable obsession – prolonged hunger makes people tired, gradually exhausted, as if from from killing people like that!

Covering the whole society at that time was a terrible hunger, the historical hunger of our nation that killed more than two million people! In my memory, it still haunts me so persistently, so terrible! More than twenty years later, the smoke still stings the author’s eyes, as if it was just “smoke”! Memories flooded back into the heart, in the mind, and stayed in the corners of the eyes with the bitter smell of the smoke of the past.

Spicy because of smoke, because hunger makes the tears of an innocent child sting in the feeling of “starvation and hunger” that is ingrained in every cell, rising in the throat and seemingly the whole body. longing for food, potatoes, cassava roots, or tears of joy, happiness, and extreme happiness when she is about to eat to satisfy her cravings, partially offset the persistent hunger, when she is quietly fire up the fire, which means you’re about to eat!

In the immature mind of a four-year-old child, even though the food was not good, at that time it was an incomparable “paint of the sea”, a great and great thing!

“…The year when we were hungry, boiled rhubarb

Just listen to the scent of white lily and frankincense” (Do Len-Nguyen Duy)

Yes! Just like that, it warms my heart and becomes an unforgettable memory of my life! That “spicy” is also the bitterness of the poverty not only of the author’s two grandchildren but also of many other people! Even people who don’t have food, let alone “thin horse” “dry” is natural! According to the author’s confession, at that time, in order to earn more money to support the family, the author’s father drove a car to run from Phung (Dan Phuong, Ha Tay) to Hanoi.

It is also a memory that remains anchored in my mind, becoming one of the haunting things in my life that I will never forget! The stanza does not mention her, but why is she so beautiful and quiet! She protected me and my whole family, was a tall tree during the days of hunger, the storms came harsh and persistent… She was small but great, so big… In my heart…!

At this point, the flow of emotions mingles with the flow of narrative verses, drenching the lyricism of the poet’s voice, contributing to making her image in the poem appear clearer and more beautiful:

“For eight years, my grandma and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the sound of tu howling?”

“Eight years” but just listening to it, I can see the long, continuous, with so many hardships, hardships and even fear, love and nostalgia, … just hang on to the two ladies. grandchildren! But in those eight years, “me and grandma built a fire”, still lit the fire of life, of burning love in the heart of an innocent, innocent boy aged eight. , the fire of that maternal love has evoked another association, another memory in the poet’s mind as a child.

It was the sound of a howling bird. That sound is so painful, anxious, and so sad! It lingers throughout the whole stanza, is the sound of the past reverberating in the present, making memories seem to be alive in my soul. Oh those memories, bitter and sweet, lonely and happy!

The word “tu how” is repeated three times, making the poetic tone more intense, making the reader feel like the sound of tu how is echoing from afar in the author’s subconscious. vaguely, when floating from distant fields, floating in the hearts of expatriates. In literature and art, the howling bird is a symbol of an inconsolable longing and longing. In reality, the howler is an unfortunate bird that does not know how to incubate and make a nest.

Happiness seems small, but it is the most sacred and greatest of every person’s life, is family happiness, is a moment of extreme happiness when seeing a beloved child-shaped dish. The priceless gift that life gives you – crying at birth, is the most satisfying when you have a home, a home – the most solid refuge in moments of pessimism and weakness, after every stumbling block of life – people seek to be comforted, sincerely shared!

However, howling birds do not have the greatest, sacred, and most beautiful happiness in life! Their cries become so anxious, tired, longing, longing for something…I’ve heard that cry in To Huu’s “When you tu how” by To Huu, do The intense desire for freedom burned strongly in the revolutionary prisoner, causing him to exclaim:

“I hear summer waking up in my heart

But the legs want to break the room, summer!

How stupid, just dying!

The howling bird outside keeps calling”

That longing and anxious cry also appears in the longing nostalgia for the homeland and the lonely, lonely old father in the heart of his teenage daughter – the poem “The sound of the bird tu howling” by the poetess. Artist Anh Tho:

“And then the howling birds

Wine all summers

I’m going to miss you for a long time

Haven’t been home in ten years!”

We can easily feel it in the “Fire Stove”, the anxious howl of the cuckoo makes my memories stretch longer, wider and deeper in the distant space of nostalgia… And grandma… when tu how to cry, that’s also when “she used to tell stories when she was in Hue”. Those stories, very long but very good, poignant, moreover, they are told through her warm, slow voice, filled with emotion and love.

Maybe it was a series of happy days when her family was in Hue, she was also a nostalgic, profound and thoughtful person. Maybe it was a lot of stories,… like stories. that she used to say “when I was in Hue”! Really? That’s a lot!

In the treasure of that story, maybe, my childhood was marinated with the sweet taste of fairy tales! I am proud to enter the world where there is a gentle and gentle Ms. Tam, brave Thach Sanh, a cruel and ruthless Cam mother and daughter, a cunning and cunning Ly Thong mother and daughter… evil.

And above all, good always triumphs over evil! Referring to childhood, people always think of the fairy tales that mothers and grandmothers often tell their children, and then tell them to draw lessons, or teach them good and right things from that story. ! The same is true of the fairy tale that grandma told me! Simple, easy to understand, yet profound, imbued with love…

She has nurtured and nurtured in my thoughts and feelings since childhood a lush, beautiful, bright sprout, which is the root to develop into trunks, branches, and flowers. , leaves, fruits… later!

Bang Viet also has a memory of his own, which is the years of living with her, and with her building a dear fire. Not only that, what is imprinted in Bang Viet’s mind is also the deep affection of the two grandchildren. We can feel that through his poem “Fire Stove”. Bang Viet belongs to the generation of poets who grew up in the resistance war against the US. The poem “Fire stove” was composed by him in 1963 at the age of 19 and was studying abroad in the Soviet Union.

The poem evokes touching memories of a grandmother and granddaughter’s love, and at the same time expresses the love, respect and gratitude of the grandchild to her, to her family, homeland and country. The feelings and memories about her are evoked from the image of a fire. In a foreign land, seeing the image of a fire, the author suddenly remembered his grandmother:

“A fire flickers with the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.”

The image of “hanging around” evokes fragments of memories that appear in the author’s mind in a flickering manner like kitchen smoke. The fire is lit, it shines on everything and shines on the innocent child’s soul. The fire that was lit was also the fire of her life that she had experienced “a lot of sunshine and rain”. From there, the image of the grandmother appeared. Despite being half a world away, Bang Viet still seems to feel the caress, love and care from her patient and skillful hands.

In that moment, the poet’s heart overflowed with an infinite love for her. That sacred maternal love is like a river with a small boat full of memories that a grandchild will never forget in this lifetime, and from there, the warmth and light of grandma’s love as well as that of the fire that pervades the whole poem. The next stanza is the author’s reminiscence about the memories of the years living with her.

Poetry is as simple as narration, as prose sentences, as whispers, feelings, the author is telling readers about his childhood fairy tale. If in the fairy tales of other peers there is a fairy, there is a miracle, in the story of Bang Viet there is a grandmother and a fire.

During the years of poverty, the grandmother was attached to the author, it was she who dispelled the terrible atmosphere of the 1945 famine in the mind of her grandchildren. I was always sheltered by my grandmother, even if I was hungry, she would not let me miss a meal, she went to glean each potato, dig up each cassava root so that I could eat so I wouldn’t be hungry:

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad rides a dry chariot with a skinny horse

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Come to think of it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy!”

It was the “smell of smoke” that drove away the smell of death in every corner. It was the same smell of smoke that blended and clung to the child’s soul. Even if the years go by, those memories will leave some impression in the heart of the grandchild and then think about it “the bridge of the nose is still spicy”. Is it the smell of smoke that stings the grandson’s eyes or is it the grandmother’s heart that makes the grandchild unable to hold back his tears?

“For eight years, I worked with my grandmother in the kitchen

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the tu howling!”

“You and Grandma light a fire”, light up the fire of life and of her burning love of an innocent boy, as pure as a page. It was the image of the hometown fire, the fire of the grandparents’ love that evoked another association, another memory in the poet’s mind when he was a child. It was the sound of a howling bird.

The howling sounds like urging the rice to ripen quickly, the farmer quickly getting rid of hunger, and it seems that it is also a grandchild’s clock to remind her: “Grandma, it’s time to tell me a story. and know!”. The word “tu how” is repeated three times, making the tone of the verse more exciting, making the reader feel like the sound of tu how is echoing in the author’s subconscious from afar.

The sound of “tu howling” when dreaming of grandma, sometimes echoing from distant fields, lifts the hearts of expatriate grandchildren. The anxious howling of a bird makes the grandson’s memory line stretch longer and wider in the distant space of nostalgia. If during the famine years of the famine of 1945, she was the person who was most attached to the author and loved the author the most, then during the eight long years of the anti-American resistance war, her maternal feelings were even deeper:

“Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back

I’m with grandma, she told me

She taught me to work, she took care of me to study.

The fire team thought of loving her hard

Tu ho! Didn’t come to stay with her

Constantly calling for money in the fields far away”

During those eight years, the country was at war, the two of them had to leave the village to evacuate, their parents had to go on a business trip, so the grandson had to stay with her during that time, but it seemed to him like that. It is a boundless happiness. With her, every day I join her in the kitchen. And in that flickering, dimly lit kitchen smoke, the grandmother appeared like a fairy in my grandson’s fanciful fairy tale.

If for each of us, father will be a bird to lift your dream into a new sky, mother will be the freshest flower branch for you to put on your chest, for Bang Viet, a grandmother is both a father and a mother. , is both a mother and a bird, a flower branch of his own. Therefore, maternal and maternal love is extremely sacred and precious to him. During the years of living next to her, she not only took care of me every bite of food and sleep, but also was my first teacher.

She taught me the first letters and calculations. Not only that, but she also taught me valuable lessons about how to live and how to be a human being. Those lessons will be baggage to carry with you for the rest of your life. The grandmother and her affection for her grandchild were really a solid support both physically and mentally for the little grandchild.

So when I think about her now, the poet loves her even more because she’s gone, who will she stay with, who will light a fire with her, who will share stories with her from days in Hue, etc. The poet suddenly asked himself: “Tu how, don’t you come to stay with her?”. A lament expressing the deep longing for her grandchild in a foreign land. In just one stanza, the two words “grandmother” and “grandchild” have been repeated many times, conjuring up the image of two grandsons and grandsons who are inseparable, attached and inseparable.

War, a common noun, but its descriptive power is extremely fierce, it has caused suffering to many people and families. And the two grandchildren in the poem also became a victim of war: the family was divided, the house was burned down by the enemy…

“Five enemies burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still steadfast, she told her son firmly:

I’m in the war zone I still have work to do

You write a letter, don’t tell me this

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!”

The more difficult life is, the more difficult the situation is, the more stable her willpower is, the more immense her heart is. Thereby, we see a grandmother who is industrious, patient and rich in sacrifice. Even though the house and thatched hut of the two of them have been burned to the ground, the refuge of the two grandchildren is no longer there, no matter how painful she is, she dares not speak out for fear of making her baby grandchild. distress.

She was tough, led her grandson to overcome all difficulties, she did not want her son who was busy with domestic affairs to worry about housework. That we can clearly see through her advice: “If you write a letter, don’t tell it / Just say the house is still at peace!”. Her advice is simple but contains so much love. The hardships, the deprivations, the nostalgia for her children must be kept in her heart to reassure people on the front lines.

The image of a grandmother is not only her own grandmother, but also a clear symbol for Vietnamese women who are rich in sacrifices and love for their children and grandchildren. At the end of the stanza, Bang Viet raised the image of a fire stove into an image of a flame, a flame:

“A fire in her heart was always smoldering,

A fire that contains a steadfast faith.”

The image of the fire shining in the verse, it has a strong emotional power. The fire of love, the fire of faith, the fire as warm as grandma’s love, the red flame that illuminates the path of grandchildren. Grandma always reminds me that where there is a fire, there is a grandmother, I will always be by your side. The last lines of the poem are also the reflections on her and the fire that the poet wants to send to readers, through which there are also profound lessons from the seemingly simple work of lighting a fire:

“The fire group is warm and warm”. Once again, the image of a “brooding” and “hot” stove was repeated at the end of the poem as once again reaffirming the deep affection of the two grandchildren. “The love group of sweet potato and cassava”. Putting on that fire, the grandmother instilled in her grandson a love of relatives and reminded him that he must never forget the years of love, the difficult years that the two of them lived together. , the years that the two of us shared each cassava and cassava root.

“The new group of sticky rice pots share the joy”, “The new pot of sticky rice shares the joy” or the admonition that you must always open your heart to everyone around, must stick with the village, never have a selfish lifestyle. “The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood”. She is not only the one who takes care of him physically, but also the one who makes his childhood more beautiful and magical as in the story.

A grandmother with a kind heart, a wonderful grandmother who awakened, awakened, educated and awakened her grandchild’s soul so that he could grow up to be a human tomorrow. Such a wonderful grandmother, very simple but with a magical power from the heart, we can see such a grandmother in Xuan Quynh’s “Noon Rooster Sound”:

“Chicken at noon”

Bring so much happiness

The night I came home, I dreamed

Egg-colored sleep.”

Throughout the poem, ten times the image of a fire stove appears ten times the author mentions her. The tone of the poems is as fast and strong as the emotions that surged through layers of waves crashing on the deep blue beach of her heart. Grandma was, is and will always be the most important person to me no matter where in the world. She has become an indispensable person in my heart. Now, when he is half a world away from her, Bang Viet still turns his heart to her:

“Now I’m gone

There is a smoke of a hundred ships

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions

But still never forget to remind

Will you turn on the kitchen tomorrow morning?”

Away from her loving embrace to reach a new horizon, it was the love of the two grandchildren that warmed the author’s heart in the cold Russian winter. Her little grandchild in the past is now an adult, but in her heart, she still remembers the corner of the kitchen, where the sun and the rain are together.

The grandchild will never forget and cannot be forgotten because that is the source, the place where the grandchild’s childhood was raised to grow up from. “After reading the poem, close your eyes and imagine, you will immediately see the image of a pink fire stove and the figure of a grandmother sitting quietly next to you. This double wave image appears vividly and clearly as if it were an engraving, a touch…” (Van Gia).

The poem Fireplace will live forever in the hearts of readers thanks to its profound inspirational power. The poem has aroused in our hearts a noble affection for our family, with those who colored our innocent childhood.

Bang Viet was born in 1941, is a poet who grew up during the resistance war against the US. In 1963, Bang Viet composed the poem Bep Lua, a poem with many unique artistic values ​​and content. Especially valuable in terms of the poem’s content, recalling the memories of the grandmother, the deep and poignant maternal feelings. The poem has left many emotions in the reader.

“A fire flickers with the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you, I know how sunny it is.”

The poem begins with a reminiscence starting with a warm and loving image of a fire and a grandson’s love for her. According to the author’s reminiscence, the fire burning in the morning dew is a familiar image in every family for generations. The word fluttering helps us imagine the morning mist gently flying around the fire, while evoking the faintness of the memory image over time.

Ap iu is a young poet’s creation, evoking a patient, skillful hand and a little heart, very true to the specific fire. At the same time, the metaphorical way of knowing how much sunshine and rain evokes a part of her hard and worried life. So from the image of the fire, the person who makes the fire, the stove – to the memory of love for her. So the memory has come to life from the affection I miss my grandmother and the life of the two of them full of difficulties and hardships:

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy.”

Childhood memories at the age of four celebrate a dark, hungry time. The expression “starvation and hunger” reflects childhood with the terrible shadow of the famine of 1945, with the fear of the enemy ravaging the village. Many old memories are recalled, including an impression of kitchen smoke. The poet has chosen a very special detail: The smell of smoke and smoke has both realistically described childhood life and deeply expressed emotions when the skin is wistful and pitiful.

Poems think back to now, the bridge of the nose is still spicy, emphasizing the flow of memories, swirling deep in the subconscious, shaking the human body. The image of the fire, the flame and the smell of smoke and the image of her appeared in pity:

“For eight years, my grandma and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the sound of tu howling?”

The next verse evokes some deep memories of Grandma during the “8 years she and her grandson built a fire” the hometown fire – the fire of grandma’s love again evokes another association, the appearance of of the howling birds. The familiar sound of birds in the summer, something very painful, makes people’s hearts rise with nostalgia.

That is the image of her, the lovely, respectable grandmother who has taken care of and raised her grandchildren for many long years, the poem consists of two small symmetrical parts, the gentle rhythm harmonizes the words she told, When she taught, she tried to express deeply her kind heart, immense love and care for her grandchildren.

She stayed up late and got up early to light a fire to warm up the child’s soul living in the distance from his parents. The sound of the howling bird with the image of the grandmother in harmony is described with the art of exclamation and rhetorical question that has deeply engraved my longing for her grandmother. The author cleverly chooses two images: the fire stove and the sound of the cuckoo’s howling to express his respect, love, and gratitude.

“Mom and dad are busy with work and don’t come back

I’m with grandma, she told me

She taught me to work, she took care of me to study.

The fire team thought of loving her hard

Tu ho! Didn’t come to stay with her

Longing for money in the fields far away

The year of the enemy burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still confident, she told him to be sure:

“I’m in the war zone, I have work to do, dad,

Do you write letters, don’t tell them this,

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!”.

Going along with the flow of emotions recalling her image becomes more and more specific with noble qualities. Living in the long years of war when the enemy burned the village and burned it down, with the help of neighbors, the two grandchildren rebuilt the thatched hut, but she remained calm and confident… so that people traveling away from work can have peace of mind.

Her direct advice when I wrote a letter to my father not only helps the reader to visualize clearly, her emotional voice and thoughts, but also illuminates the qualities of a Vietnamese patriotic mother and mother full of perseverance. , make a fire, keep the fire.

“Then early and late afternoon, again the fire of grandma’s fire,

A fire, her heart is always ready,

A flame that contains a persistent belief…”

The fire was ignited by her not only from the outside but also ignited from within her heart – The fire of vitality, the love of faith, therefore, from the fire, evoked the fire with an abstract meaning. shouted. Thus, her image is not only the one who lights the fire and keeps the fire, but also the one who transmits the fire, the flame of life and faith to the next generations. Simultaneously with the art of using alliteration (and then in the morning, then in the afternoon), she prepared a fire to express her pride and gratitude for the enduring sacrifices of her beloved grandmother.

“Fucking life, she knows how much sunshine and rain

Decades ago, until now

She still has the habit of waking up early

A group of warm and cozy fireplaces,

Group of love, sweet potatoes,

New group of sticky rice cookers, sharing the joy,

The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood…

Oh strange and sacred – the fire! “

My thoughts about grandma and the fact that she made a fire during her life through “many years of sunshine and rain”, she lit the fire not only with her thin hands but also with her kind heart. …” of you and me and everyone. The message from the group and the poem of exclamation deeply engraved the image of a grandmother representing the noble qualities of a Vietnamese woman, diligent, patient, and full of love.

She lit up the fire as well as the joy of life, the love and care for her children and everyone, that’s why the poet felt in the image of an idyllic, close, familiar fire, the sacred magic. sacred: “Oh! strange and sacred fire stove”. The stove is simple, ordinary and common in all Vietnamese families, but the stove is also noble, magical and sacred because it is always associated with Grandma – the person who kept the fire that created my childhood…

“Now you’re gone. There’s a smoke of a hundred ships,

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions,

But still never forget to remind:

Will you turn on the kitchen early tomorrow?…”

Wherever you are, whatever you do now and forever, the grandchild cannot forget the grandma and the fire. The smoke of a hundred ships, the fire of a hundred houses will remind you to always remember your past roots, even though it was hard and hard days. The verse returns to the present time. The poet wanted to ask her again, reminding her of the kitchen group to say the idea of ​​never forgetting the past, never forgetting her image, of a poor, arduous and warm childhood. Thus, the central image that opened the poet’s emotional source was closed with that image.

In summary, the poem “Fire Stove” has aroused for each of us a noble sentiment towards the homeland, family and society. The more we read, the more deeply we think about each and every word of Bang Viet’s poetry, the more we understand what homesickness, homesickness, and familiar images associated with the fire.

Through the poem, the author wants to convey to our generations that we need to remember our roots, remember the places where we were born and grew up, and remember the sacred images by the fire to help our lives. We become more meaningful.

There are verses and poems that only touch the reader’s heart but make them remember forever. Reading Bang Viet poetry, readers will surely realize the magical spread of words. The poem “Fire Stove” was composed during the years of the resistance war with the closeness and warmth of grandparents and childhood hardships. Bang Viet has breathed his soul into the “fire stove”, at the time a most beautiful memory.

The poem “Fire stove” is like the voice of the grandson’s heart for her during the difficult and anxious childhood years. The image of the “fire stove” is close and simple in every Vietnamese family in the past, but it seems to have the power to haunt and move the author. Because the stove is attached to her, associated with indelible childhood memories.

A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain

Oh strange and sacred fire stove

The message “a fire” has a great emotional and emotional capacity and is sincere, prompting the author to always have a permanent nostalgia in it. The image of the fire “swinging” and “brooding” expresses the attachment, inseparable. A series of memories about her, about the old memories kept coming back so strongly, making the author say “oh”. A word “oh” is so full of love, so sacred, so passionate. Surely Bang Viet has had memorable and precious years by her side. Memories keep coming back:

When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad rides a dry chariot with a skinny horse

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy

A hard, hard childhood next to her. A four-year-old boy was all too familiar with the smell of smoke from the fire. The country fell into the yoke of colonial rule, catastrophic famine was inevitable. Childhood kitchen smoke has been “hunted” in the corners of his eyes, smoldering an entire childhood sky. The word “spicy” at the end of the verse seems to settle down, sowing in people’s hearts a sad sadness. Is the bridge of the nose “spicy” or the childhood is bitter, is loving grandmother, loving parents or loving the fire early in the morning.

For eight years, my grandson and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the sound of tu howling

“Eight years” is a long time, the time when my childhood was hard with my grandmother. Grandma and grandson together light a fire, light up life and light up boundless love. The sound of “tu how” over and over again in the verse makes the rhythm of the poem painful and restless. Tu how called summer, tu how called ripe rice, even my dreams about the future of a peaceful and independent country.

Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back

I’m with my grandma, she told me

Grandma taught me how to take care of my grandchild

The fire team thought of loving her hard

Tu ho, don’t come stay with her

Longing for money in the fields far away

A touching poem. An emotional stanza is revealed after many years of being suppressed inside. The years of living with her were difficult but full of love. The little boy loved her hard-working grandmother by the fire, loved her grandmother to raise her grandchildren alone. And the howl of the tu howling made the grandson’s heart become heavier.

The granddaughter love in this poem really makes the reader cringe and shed tears. The country was engulfed in bombs and bullets, but she always protected and took care of him from meal to sleep. There is no love more sacred and sublime. But the war has taken away so many things, blood and tears, even love:

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still strong, she told me to be sure

I’m in the war zone I still have work to do

Did you write a letter, don’t tell me this?

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful

The noble sacrifice of a mother for her children, of a grandmother for her grandchildren. Despite hardships and losses, the rear must always be the most stable and peaceful support for the front line. The image of the grandmother in this poem is full of sacrifices for her family and for the country. Her advice to her grandson was as heavy as a thousand children, filled with deep affection. She loved her grandchildren, loved her children, and loved her poor country.

A fire in her heart is always ready

A fire of persistent faith

The group loves sweet cassava

The group of sticky rice cookers share the same pair

The word “fireplace” the author has turned into “flame” as raising the level of love and sacrifice of a grandmother. She has always rekindled love, a vast, undying shared and personal love. The last stanza is the author’s moment of return to reality, like a trip back to childhood. Poetry voice drops, emotion choked:

Now that I’m gone, there’s the smoke of a hundred ships

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions

But still never forget to remind

Will you start the kitchen tomorrow?

Her little grandchild is now grown up, coming to a far away country half a world away from her, but those childhood memories are always a sacred thing that she always treasures. Remind yourself not to forget. Remind the memory to live forever, not to forget.

The poem “Fire stove” with simple words, gentle writing but seems to make the reader feel bitter in the corner of the eye. A poem full of love, full of happiness amidst the bitterness of life.

Childhood memories who don’t have. Te Hanh has a “blue river” with friends swimming and playing. Giang Nam had a “childhood time going to school twice a day”. Nguyen Duy has a playground “unique play, play round” of friends of the same age, having a childhood spent with fields. Bang Viet also had a long childhood with the image of a beloved grandmother. It is the warm and loving feelings of grandparents that have woven into a touching and meaningful poem. It is the poem “Fire stove”.

When thinking about their homeland, people often remember the memories attached to the village with the green river, banyan tree, wharf, communal house yard… Bang Viet’s reminiscences begin with a dear image of fire stove:

“A fire flickers with the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire”

The figurative word “wandering” helps us imagine the pink light when it fades in the early morning, reminiscent of the fading of memories over time. The grandchild far from home can never forget the simple and familiar fire. Not only can I see the “waiting” of the fire, but I also feel the warmth of the red charcoal color being “husbanded and warm”. The word “huu cuu” both accurately describes the work of making a fire while evoking the skillful hands, patience and caring heart of the cook. Emotions arise spontaneously:

“I love you, I know how sunny it is!” “Rain and sunshine” is a familiar metaphor that evokes many hardships, hardships, and ups and downs in her life to raise her grandchildren. The word “love” is used very expensively through the exclamation poem that encapsulates all my feelings for her. From here, the grandmother and the stove are two images of a couple, going through the poem and the nostalgia of the grandson. From the fire, remember the person who made the fire, the memory brings the grandson back to the four years old:

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of starvation,

Dad went to the chariot, with a dry, thin horse,

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Come to think of it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy!”

My childhood was not a tall and wide fairy sky with the miracles of Mr. Buddha and Mrs. Tien. My childhood was very hard, used to the smell of poor kitchen smoke and the terrible night of the famine in 45. The expression “starvation and hunger” describes the constant, persistent hunger, the hunger that drains the life force. of so many people.

The father went to the carriage with the skinny horse, all in the suffocating smell of smoke, which made his childhood heart flutter. Thinking and loving her difficult childhood, thinking about a longing for her. The pungent feeling that the grandson felt was not the smell of kitchen smoke, but the haunting childhood aftertaste in his mind that suddenly rose up strongly. Five months have passed, but it has become a wound that cannot be easily healed.

Through the years of hunger and thirst, she recalled the memories of the war years “Mom and I were away from work and didn’t come back”. Eight years I lived with her. By the flickering light of the fire, she was both a father and a mother, and she taught him to be a man:

“I was with Grandma, she told me,

She taught me how to work, she took care of me to study.”

The appearance of a series of verbs “teach”, “tell”, “care”, “study”, “stay”, “listen”, “do” describe her quiet work. Her every gesture is imbued with love, care, and care. The fire also awakens more memories of childhood, memories with howling birds. The howling bird is the familiar sound of the village every summer in the summer.

The sound of birds chirping in the canopy of leaves, in the fields, constantly crying, crying, urging the whole sky, making people’s hearts rise with nostalgia. The poet is telling a story that seems to separate to talk to her:

“When you cried out, do you remember grandma?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue.”

Those stories are the experiences of my life and I want to remind you to live well, to be useful for life. Of course, I feel sorry for her. I love her hard work and worries, don’t know who to talk to, only know how to feel for the howling bird:

“Tu ho! Didn’t come to stay with her,

Constantly asking for money in the fields far away?”

The rhetorical question has shown the emotional levels in the grandson’s mood. Thus, the image of “fire stove” awakens childhood memories, where the image of people and the country is shimmering. The image of the grandmother suddenly became tall and great when the grandson remembered the painful and hard years when the enemy destroyed the village.

The advice “If you write a letter, don’t tell this and that. Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!” It not only evokes her gentle voice, her thoughts, but also illuminates her qualities. She took all the loss and suffering for herself so that her children and grandchildren could fight the enemy with peace of mind. She is a mother, grandmother, Vietnamese woman in the resistance war. With Bang Viet, they carried the whole resistance on their small shoulders.

From reminiscences about her childhood and grandmother, the grandson returns to the present to reflect on life and reasons for living about her, also to love her more, to miss her more:

“And then early and late afternoon, again lit the fire by Grandma,

A fire, her heart is always ready,

A fire that contains a persistent belief…”

From that familiar idyllic stove, it raised to a flame. The fire was not only ignited with everyday ingredients but also ignited from her immense heart, cherished and protected by her, so it never went out. The word “then” combined with two time nouns “early”, “afternoon” makes the verse resound like a beat of time. “Fire stove” is a realistic image while “flame” is transformed into a symbolic image.

The fire is the heartwarming memories that lift me up on the long way. The fire is the persistent, persistent, undying faith she kindled in my heart. Thanks to that fire, I believe in the victory of the nation. The phrase “one fire” and the parallel structure both create musicality for the verse, making the lyrics fast, passionate but strong, emotional, and affirming the intense and endless vitality of the fire she kindled. According to the grandson’s line of recollection and reflection, the image of the grandmother appeared shimmering, bright, and warm:

“Haunted life, she knows how much sunshine and rain

Decades ago, until now

She still has the habit of waking up early

A group of warm and cozy fireplaces,

Group of love, sweet potatoes,

New rice joy group, sharing joy,

The group wakes up the feelings of childhood…”

The word “tradition” rich in sexy value is reversed to the beginning of the line, evoking the hardships, hardships and hardships of a grandmother’s life. The word “group” stands at the beginning of each line of poetry, repeated four times, marking the meaning of her work of lighting the fire. Every morning she lit the fire to light up love; group of protection, care and protection between sweet boi, cassava; group of sharing and solidarity of village love and neighborliness; group up even my childhood feelings.

She is not only the one who makes the fire, but also the one who spreads the fire and keeps the fire. She not only does the job of starting a day, but also doing the job of starting a life. From here, feelings about her and the fire surged intensely:

“Oh strange and sacred – the fire!” The grandson is now grown up, but deep in his heart, he still has a longing for her and the fire:

“Now you are far away. There is a smoke of a hundred ships,

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions,

But still never forget to remind:

– Early tomorrow, have you turned the kitchen on?…”

The place where I live with full material facilities, is different from the space of my grandmother in her hometown, but I always remember her, remember the fire she kindled. The rhetorical question at the end of the poem reminds me endlessly of my grandmother and the fire.

The poem has created the image of a fire that is both real and symbolic. The poem has a combination of description, expression, narrative and commentary, tone and eight-syllable form suitable for the grandson’s feelings of recollection and contemplation. The poem contains a secret meaning: What is closest to childhood each person has the power to shine and support people on the long and wide journey of life.

“The work is the crystallization of the creator’s soul”. The poem “Fire stove” has shown all of Bang Viet’s love for his beloved grandmother. It is the warm and sacred feelings of grandparents and grandchildren that have woven into a touching and meaningful poem.

There are memories that turn into motivation and strength to help people overcome all difficulties and storms in life. Bang Viet also brings in his childhood memories that he will never forget, those are the memories of the fire and the grandmother he loved the most. All those beautiful and sincere feelings were most fully reproduced by him in the poem Fire Stove.

The poem was composed when he was nineteen years old and studying abroad in the Soviet Union. The years away from home, away from family, the nostalgia that always stood in his mind was the nostalgia for his respectable grandmother. The feelings and memories of the two grandparents are evoked by a simple and dear image:

A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm, cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.

The image of a fire stove is a familiar image in every old Vietnamese family. It is often associated with the grandmother, the mother early in the day raising children, taking care of the family. The image of flames flickering and flickering in the morning dew evokes memories of a dear grandmother. The two words cuu are clever and ingenious. Just two words that evoke a patient and skillful hand and express the little heart of a grandmother.

It is natural and sincere that the image of the fire has aroused the love for grandma in me: “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain.” That deep love was expressed directly, not hidden, loved her with so much hardship and hardship, loved her for a life of hard work, sacrificed for her family.

The next four stanzas correspond to childhood memories when the poet lived with her, which are warm memories, creating more motivation and strength for the author. It is a childhood memory associated with the 1945 famine that caused more than two million of our compatriots to starve to death. That terrible famine was faithfully recreated by the author through the word hunger and thirst.

The word languor was split in half to further emphasize the terrible famine, which caused so many deaths. At that time, the author’s family was not much better, the image of Dad riding a dry carriage with a thin horse partly showed that difficulty and lack. And for the grandchild, outside of those years of poverty, the smell of her kitchen smoke still lingers in the eyes until now, I still can’t forget it, every time I think about it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy. Spicy may be because of the kitchen smoke, because of the miserable childhood, or the author’s emotion when he remembers her.

Not only that, in the line of nostalgia, the author remembers the memories of the fire, about eight years of living with her. It was eight years that I lived in her love, protection, and care. She is the one who teaches me, so the grandson is with her, she tells me to listen / She teaches me to do, she takes care of me to study. A series of words protect, take care and teach listed by the author in two short verses have shown her immense and deep love for her grandchild.

Before her heart, the little nephew secretly thanked her, and expressed his love and respect to her: The fire group thought about her hard work. In that series of memories, there is also the earnest, anxious howling of birds, the sound of birds is also the sound to remind about her, about the beautiful memories when living with her. Rhetorical question: Tu how did you not come to stay with her / Crying out in distant fields, it partly expressed the author’s longing and inconsolable nostalgia for the grandmother he always loved and respected.

Left in my memory is not only a grandmother who gives her all her love, but also a solid spiritual support to help her children overcome all difficulties and losses: The year the enemy burned the village, burned it to the ground. …/ Still confident, she told me to believe:/ Dad is in the war zone, he still has things that he/ you write, don’t tell about this/ Just say that the house is still at peace.

She faced the bombs, the loss, with the difficulties and deprivations without a word of complaint or complaint, remained steadfast, always hid the hardships so that her children on the battlefield could work with peace of mind. She is a symbol of courage, silent sacrifice. She is the support for her children to have a peaceful childhood, for the children to work with peace of mind.

In the midst of the ashes of loss and pain, she still kindled the fire of faith and hope: Early and late in the afternoon, she lit the fire / A fire in her heart was always ready / A fire contained persistent faith. The early afternoon time showed her perseverance and perseverance.

Here there is the transformation from the stove into the fire, which contains her overflowing love; the flame is pure and undying faith; more than that, that fire will be the torch that illuminates your soul, and your future. She is a beautiful memory, she is the one who lit up in me faith and a noble future.

The last stanza is the author’s reflections on her. Reflections on the beauty of diligence, patience, a lifetime of hardships, sacrifices for children and grandchildren. The message from the group was repeated many times, both evoking the flickering fire and showing the persistence in her heart. She gathered great love in a life full of poverty. Light up the fire of your soul so that you know how to appreciate sweet cassava.

Poetry Oh! The strange and sacred fire stove expresses the author’s intense feelings about the fire and the power it gives to each human being. The stove is also the source of family, homeland, and country. Because of that, the years of being away from home, the image and the warmth of the fire are always with the author, so that But still never forget to remind: – Light up the fire tomorrow.

The poem has a harmonious combination of narrative, descriptive, expressive and commentary modes. The poetic language is simple and full of emotion. The image of poetry is authentic, rich in symbolic meaning, especially the image of a fire, which contains a deep philosophical meaning.

The poem Fireplace with simple words but rich in emotions evokes sacred and emotional memories of grandmothers and granddaughters. Thereby also expressing the author’s gratitude and deep respect for her. At the same time, through the work, the author also shows the deep and passionate love for the country.

In life, everyone has their own memories of an innocent and pure childhood. Those memories are the most sacred and intimate things, they have the extraordinary power to support people throughout the long and wide journey of life. Bang Viet also has a special memory, which is the years of living with her, and with her building up a dear fire. Not only that, what is imprinted in Bang Viet’s mind is also the deep affection of the two grandchildren. We can feel that through his poem Fireplace.

Bang Viet belongs to the generation of poets who grew up in the resistance war against the US. The poem “Fire Stove” was composed by him in 1963 at the age of 19 and was studying abroad in the Soviet Union. The poem evokes emotional memories of a grandmother and granddaughter’s love, and at the same time expresses the grandson’s love, respect and gratitude to his grandmother, family, homeland and country. The feelings and memories about her are evoked from the image of a fire. In a foreign land, seeing the image of a fire, the author suddenly remembered his grandmother:

A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.

The flickering image evokes fragments of memories that appear in the author’s mind in a flickering manner like kitchen smoke. The fire is lit, it shines on everything and shines the soul of the innocent grandchild. The fire that was lit was also the fire of her life that she had experienced so much sunshine and rain. From there, the image of the grandmother appeared. Despite being half a world away, Bang Viet still seems to feel the caress, love and care from her patient and skillful hands.

In that moment, the poet’s heart overflowed with an infinite love for her. That sacred maternal love is like a river with a small boat full of memories that a grandchild will never forget in this lifetime, and from there, the warmth and light of grandma’s love as well as that of the fire that pervades the whole poem.

The next stanza is the author’s reminiscence about the memories of the years living with her. The poem’s words are as simple as narration, as prose sentences, as whispering, as if the author is telling readers about his childhood fairy tale.

If in the fairy tales of other peers there is a fairy, there is a miracle, in the story of Bang Viet there is a grandmother and a fire. During the years of poverty, the grandmother was attached to the author, it was she who dispelled the terrible atmosphere of the 1945 famine in the mind of her grandchildren. I was always protected by my grandmother, even if I was hungry, she would let me not miss a meal, she would go to glean each potato, dig up each cassava root so that I could eat so I wouldn’t be hungry:

When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad rides a dry chariot with a skinny horse

Just remember the smoke, smothering my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of the nose is still spicy!

It was the smell of smoke that dispels the smell of death in every corner. It was the same smell of smoke that entwined and clung to the child’s soul. Even if the years go by, those memories will leave some impression on the grandchild’s heart and then when he thinks back, the bridge of his nose is still spicy. Is it the smell of smoke that stings the grandson’s eyes or is it the grandmother’s heart that makes the grandchild unable to hold back his tears?

For eight years, I and my grandmother used to cook in the kitchen

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnestly how earnest!

My grandson and I lit a fire, kindled the fire of life and her burning love of an innocent boy, as pure as a page. It was the image of the hometown stove, the kitchen of the grandparents’ love that evoked another association, another memory in the poet’s mind when he was a child.

It was the sound of a howling bird. The howling sounds like urging the rice to ripen quickly, the farmer quickly get rid of hunger, and it seems that it is also a grandchild’s clock to remind her that: Grandma, it’s time to tell the story to me. there! The word “tu how” is repeated three times, making the tone of the verse more exciting, making the reader feel like the sound of tu how is echoing in the author’s subconscious from afar.

The sound of tu howling at times is vague, sometimes echoing from distant fields, making the hearts of people far away. The anxious howling of a bird makes the grandson’s memory line stretch longer and wider in the distant space of nostalgia. If during the famine years of 1945, she was the person who most attached to the author, loved the author the most, then during the eight long years of the resistance war against the US, her feelings for her grandma and granddaughter were even deeper:

Mom and dad are busy with work and don’t come back

I was with grandma, she told me (…)

During those eight years, the country was at war, the two of them had to leave the village to evacuate, their parents had to go on a business trip, so the grandson had to stay with her during that time, but it seemed to him like that. It is a boundless happiness. Every day I work with my grandmother in the kitchen.

And in that flickering, dimly lit kitchen smoke, the grandmother appeared like a fairy in my grandson’s magical fairy tale. If for each of us, father will be a bird to lift your dream into a new sky, mother will be the freshest flower branch for you to put on your chest, for Bang Viet, a grandmother is both a father and a mother. , is both a mother and a bird, a flower branch of his own.

Therefore, the maternal and niece relationship is extremely sacred and precious to him. During the years of living next to her, she not only took care of me every bite of food and sleep, but also was my first teacher. She taught me the first letters and calculations. Not only that, but she also taught me valuable lessons about how to live and how to be a human being. Those lessons will be baggage to carry with you for the rest of your life.

The grandmother and the love she has for her grandchild has really been a solid support both physically and mentally for the little grandchild. So when thinking about her now, the poet loves her even more because her grandson is gone, who will she stay with, who will light a fire with her, who will share stories with her from days in Hue… The poet suddenly asked himself: “Tu how, don’t you come to stay with her?” A lament expressing the deep longing for her grandchild in a foreign land.

In just one stanza, the two words “grandma” and “grandson” were repeated many times, conjuring up the image of two grandparents, inseparable, inseparable. War, a common noun, but its descriptive power is extremely fierce, it has caused suffering to many people and families. And the two grandchildren in the poem also became a victim of war: the family was divided, the house was burned down by the enemy…

The year of the enemy burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still steadfast, she told her son firmly:

I’m in the war zone I still have work to do

You write a letter, don’t tell me this

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!

The more difficult life is, the more difficult the situation is, the more stable her willpower is, the more immense her heart is. Thereby, we see a grandmother who is industrious, patient and rich in sacrifice. Even though the house and thatched hut of the two of them have been burned to the ground, the refuge of the two grandchildren is no longer there, no matter how painful she is, she dares not speak out for fear of making her baby grandchild. distress.

She was strong and guided me through all difficulties. She didn’t want her child, who was busy with domestic affairs, to worry about housework. That we can clearly see through her advice: “If you write a letter, don’t tell it / Just report the house and you will still be at peace!”. Her advice is simple but contains so much love.

The hardships, the deprivations, and the nostalgia for her children must be suppressed in order to reassure people on the front lines. The image of a grandmother is not only her own grandmother, but also a clear symbol for Vietnamese women who are rich in sacrifices and love for their children and grandchildren.

At the end of the stanza, Bang Viet raised the image of a fire stove into an image of a flame, a flame:

A fire in her heart is always ready

A flame that contains a persistent belief.

The image of the fire shining in the verse, it has a strong emotional power. The fire of love, the fire of faith, the warm fire like grandma’s love, the red-red flame illuminates the way for the grandchild. Grandma always reminds me that where there is a fire, there is a grandmother, I will always be by your side.

The last lines of the poem are also the reflections about her and the fire that the poet wants to send to readers, through which there are also profound lessons from the seemingly simple work of making a fire: “The group of warm fire stoves. , passionate”. Once again, the image of a warm and passionate stove was repeated at the end of the poem as once again reaffirming the deep affection of the two grandchildren.

Group of love sweet sweet potato. Putting on that fire, the grandmother instilled in her grandson a love of relatives and reminded him that he must never forget the years of love, the difficult years that the two of them lived together. , the years that the two of us shared each cassava, cassava tuber.

The new group of sticky rice cookers share the joy. The new pot of sticky rice shares her joy or the teaching that you should always open your heart to everyone around you, stick to the village, never have a selfish lifestyle. The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood. She is not only the one who takes care of him physically, but also the one who makes his childhood more beautiful and magical as in the story.

A grandmother with a kind heart, a wonderful grandmother who awakened, awakened, educated and awakened her grandchild’s soul so that he could grow up to be a human tomorrow. Such a wonderful grandmother, very simple but with a magical strength from the heart, we can see such a grandmother in Xuan Quynh’s Chicken Lunch:

Lunch chicken

Bring so much happiness

The night I came home, I dreamed

Egg pink sleep.

Throughout the poem, ten times the image of a fire stove appears ten times the author mentions her. The tone of the poems is as fast and strong as the emotions that are overflowing the waves crashing on the deep blue shore of her heart. Grandma was, is and will always be the most important person to me no matter where in the world. She has become an indispensable person in my heart. Now, when he is half a world away from her, Bang Viet still turns his heart to her:

Now I’m gone.

There is a smoke of a hundred ships

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions

But still never forget to remind

Will you turn on the kitchen tomorrow?

Away from her caring embrace to reach a new horizon, it was the love between the two grandchildren that warmed the author’s heart in the cold Russian winter. Her little grandchild in the past is now an adult, but in her heart, she still remembers the corner of the kitchen, where the sun and the rain are together. The grandchild will never forget and cannot be forgotten because that is the source, the place where the grandchild’s childhood was raised to grow up from.

After reading the poem, close your eyes and imagine, you will immediately imagine the image of a pink fire stove and the figure of a grandmother quietly sitting beside. This double wave image appears so vividly and clearly as if it were an engraving, a touch… (Van Gia). The poem Fireplace will live forever in the hearts of readers thanks to its profound inspirational power. The poem has aroused in our hearts a noble affection for our family, with those who have colored our innocent childhood.

Poet Bang Viet was born on June 15, 06, his hometown is in Chang Son commune, Thach That, Hanoi. Bang Viet belongs to the generation of poets who grew up in the resistance war against the US to save the country. He is a talented writer who has made many contributions to the nation’s poetry. His creative career is rich and abundant with many valuable works. Bang Viet poetry is earnest, smooth and clear. Many poems have made the most of the memories and dreams of youth.

Poem Lua was composed in 1963 when Bang Viet was 19 years old and was studying in the Soviet Union. In homesickness, homeland, and grandmother dearly, those sweet and simple natural poetic ideas flowed to create a unique poem. The fire has evoked emotional memories about the feelings of grandparents and grandchildren, about the difficult years in the memory of the poet, thereby skillfully expressing the love for the motherland.

The image of the home’s fireplace has aroused emotions, showing that they are familiar, close and dear memories. Analyzing the poem Fire stove, we can see all the great meanings of this familiar image. With her late-night figure, her deep affection for her grandson was clearly shown in her poems:

“A fire flickers with the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.”

The image of the kitchen smoke flickers with the deep memories in the poet’s soul. She lit the fire, the light of childhood was lit and shimmered in the memory of the little grandchild. Is that stove the fire of her life that she has experienced so much rain and sunshine?

Analysis of the poem The Fire Stove is the feeling of the deep maternal love expressed through each word of the poem. Those were the early mornings when the morning dew was still on the branches, the image of a warm fire was lit by her since when. The word “wait and play” combined with the verb “brood” placed in the middle of the sentence shows the hard work of the author’s grandmother.

A whole childhood filled with memories of having a fire, with images of a grandmother who suffered and worked hard. The verb “love” and the adjective sunny and rainy at the end of the verse have shown how much the poet loved his grandmother and then had to utter those tender feelings. Although the distance of space is halfway around the world, the poet still feels the love and comfort from her skillful and patient hands. Analyzing the poem Stove Fire, readers cannot help but be touched by these simple yet emotional lines.

In that moment of homesickness and homeland, Bang Viet’s heart overflowed with an infinite love for his grandmother. The next stanzas are Bang Viet’s reminiscences about the years of living with her associated with the image of a fire stove.

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad rides a dry chariot with a skinny horse

Just remember the smoke, smothering my eyes

Come to think of it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy!”

The poems are simple and gentle like confiding sentiments. A childhood story with many memories with her as told by a natural narrative. That childhood story is not only about Mrs. Tien, who has a miracle, but also an image of her and a loving fire. At this point, we feel very emotional.

During the terrible famine of 1945, during the days of poverty and hardship, it was she who attached herself to the poet, dispelling the atmosphere of that hunger. The smell of kitchen smoke has become a part of the little grandchild’s memory. That 4-year-old child lived in her love and protection. Sweet memories intertwined with the smell of smoke – memories of having a grandmother, having a warm and friendly kitchen.

With the verse “That year was a year of hunger and thirst”, the reader realized the lack of difficulty at that time. All those memories are still alive and well, manifesting in the memories of the 4-year-old grandchild and the son far away from home. Those memories, although the years have passed, are more or less filled with memories, but when I think about it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy. Here, is it nostalgia, the memory of the smell of smoke that stings my eyes or is it the grandmother’s heart for me that makes the grandson tear up?

“For eight years, I worked with my grandmother in the kitchen

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the tu howling!”

The two granddaughters lit a fire together, igniting love and life, rekindling the hope that she had for her innocent, little baby. The image of the howling bird appears through the association from the kitchen smoke. When analyzing the poem Stove Fire, readers can easily see that the word “tu ho” is repeated 3 times in the same verse, making the rhyme tone become resonant and making the reader feel like tu how. are echoing in the author’s subconscious from afar.

At times vague, at times echoing from a distant field makes the reader restless. The poet’s memory line is also longer and wider than the deep space of homesickness.

“Mom and dad are busy with work and don’t come back

I’m with her, she told me.”

My childhood memories are associated with the image of her grandmother, with the smoke from the fire. Mom and Dad are busy at work, I live with her, she teaches me how to work, she takes care of me to study… Eight years, the country was at war, suffering extreme poverty. That lack seems to make her sweet memories multiply. In that dim flickering kitchen smoke, her image appeared like in a magical fairy tale.

I realize that the maternal relationship is extremely sacred and precious to the author. The boundless love that she has for her grandchild has become a fulcrum, a great spiritual support. Therefore, when he was away from her, the poet Bang Viet loved her even more, who knew who would light a fire with her?

“Tu how you don’t come to stay with me” The verse is like a gentle and profound self-blame. The identity of grandma and granddaughter appears many times in the same poem, showing that the two of them are always attached, twin wave, tangerine.

“Five enemies burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still confident, she told him to be sure:

“Dad is in the war zone, I have work to do, Dad,

Do you write letters, don’t tell them this,

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful!”

Childhood memories continue to appear in the author’s memory when we analyze the poem Fire Stove. It is a flashback to the ferocity of war. “Burning, burning”, “burning” the phrases placed at the end of the sentence even more emphasized the devastation of the war at that time. Then, the poet continued to confided about his grandmother. The small thatched hut the two of them built together. Even though she was hungry, she always told her grandson to be confident, secure, remember to tell her peace when she wrote a letter to her father so that he could rest assured that he could fight the enemy in a place far away.

The next stanza is the grandson’s thoughts about the life of his grandmother. The image of her appearing is not only the person who makes and keeps the fire, but also the one who spreads the fire – the fire of life and faith. That fire was not only lit with dry wood and straw, but also lit up in her heart. In the following lines, there are gratitude and pride of the poet for his rich, self-sacrificing grandmother.

“Haunted life, she knows how much sunshine and rain

Decades ago, until now

She still has the habit of waking up early

A group of warm and cozy fireplaces,

Group of love, sweet potatoes,

New rice joy group, sharing joy,

The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood…

Oh strange and sacred – the fire!”

Those thin hands have withstood so much sun and rain, nurtured him, lit the fire of love and hope with all her kind heart. The image of a grandmother is a representative representative of the noble qualities of Vietnamese women. Analyzing the poem Fireplace, the reader can’t help but choke by the sacrifice, the “tradition” of the grandmother.

The habit of getting up early to light a fire, group cassava, light up sweet things of love. So many deep thoughts, so many childhood feelings have been rekindled from the image of a fire. Then the poet Bang Viet had to exclaim “Oh strange and sacred – fire stove”. The verses are like a warm love song about the sacred maternal love. The message “group” is repeated four times in the stanza carries a great meaning that only when analyzing this stanza, we can feel deeply.

She was the one who lit up life, dispelling the hardships of life. At the same time, she is also the one who rekindled many dreams in me and lit the fire of faith. Even though I’m an adult tomorrow, I will always remember:

“Now you are far away. There is a smoke of a hundred ships,

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions,

But still never forget to remind:

Will you turn on the kitchen early tomorrow?”

In the last paragraph of this article, we see that the poet is summarizing in that nostalgia all gratitude and respect for his grandmother. Many years have passed, I am now living far away, in a new sky, but not once have I forgotten the figure of Grandma by the dear fire. There is so much joy in a happy place, but nothing compares to my nostalgia for grandma and homesickness for my homeland.

The last verse remains hauntingly in the hearts of readers: “Will you start the kitchen tomorrow?”. A whole domain of emotions choked from a frame of memories, from a region of nostalgia. In that memory area, there is the shape of her blue-green family, the howling sound, the fields, the huts, and the hardships that the two of them have overcome together.

Bang Viet’s stove is poetic and full of emotions. The poem is the memory of the author with his beloved grandmother. The poem has helped readers understand the poet’s longing and longing for his grandmother, his beloved homeland. From there, it helps us to appreciate and love more than our family and loved ones.

Bang Viet belongs to a generation of young writers who were trained and matured during the resistance war against the US to save the country. Poetry by Bang Viet is clear, smooth, full of emotions, the subject of poetry often goes into exploiting memories, childhood memories and evoking youthful dreams.

The first outstanding success of Bang Viet was the Poem of the Fire Stove (1963). It is a poem about maternal love, family love associated with the love of the motherland. After its publication, this work was well received by readers, making Bang Viet known as one of the most sincere, sincere and compassionate poets.

“A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.”

The first stanza has only three sentences, but it has deeply engraved the image of “fire stove” in the author’s memory. For generations, the stove has become a familiar item in the daily life of Vietnamese villagers. It is a place to cook delicious and cozy meals for the whole family after a working day. It is a gathering place, marking joys and sorrows, and a warm and peaceful family atmosphere.

In every family, it is impossible not to have a stove. Perhaps because of these things, living in a cold country, the author is moved to remember the fire of his hometown:

“A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain.”

The three words “a fire” are repeated twice, becoming the opening chorus of the poem with a deep tone, affirming the image of “fire stove” as an indelible mark in the poet’s mind. . The word “waiting and playing” has a great descriptive power. It paints an amorphous flame, sometimes large, sometimes small, but still burning high, shining intensely.

That image not only helps us imagine the cool morning mist gently circling the flickering fire, and is also very suitable to evoke the blur of memories over time, of what has passed, gone away but still has a haunting haunting power…

The word “hamlet” is also a new creation of the poet. It is not a sloppy word that is merely a combination and variation of the two words “to cherish” and “to cherish”. A bonfire warms hot embers thanks to the patient, skillful hands and caring heart of the cook.

From the image of “fire stove”, we think of the image of the person working in the kitchen: the mother, the sister, and especially in this poem, the grandmother – the woman who has worked hard all her life to take care of her grandchildren. nurtured my life during the difficult and arduous years of the war against the French.

Throughout the poem are two prominent and closely linked images, blurred in each other, which are “grandmother” and “fire stove”. In the grandson’s recollection, the image of grandmother is always present with the fire. Over the years, rain and shine, she still lights a fire every morning, every afternoon and throughout her life, in all circuTaxances. The stove is a specific and evocative expression of her diligence, care and love for her grandchildren and loved ones. The stove is warm love. She took care of the fire during the day.

The stove is also associated with the hardships of her life. That fire kept haunting and tormenting in the mind, in the nostalgia that the poet always treasures and preserves. Because of that, when thinking about the fire, the image of a kind grandmother appears very clearly in the mind of the poet.

On the topic with only three verses but there are two times the phrase “a fire”. Must to! Just that one small fire is enough to illuminate my whole journey, enough to remind me of the past, a strong love. That image is repeated like a painting, as if deepening my love for her.

The grandson, even though he tried to suppress it, could not hide his heart: “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain.”

The word “love” is expressed very honestly, simply, not a bit as flowery as the grandchild’s own heart towards her. It is the way of speaking that moves the listener. I hear the poetry sobbing…

Very naturally, the image of a fire stove aroused love: “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain.” Your overflowing love was expressed directly and simply. Behind that simplicity is a whole heart, an understanding to the very end of the hardships, hardships and floods of her life.

The opening three verses have expressed the rising emotions along with the author’s memories and reminiscences about the fire, about the grandmother, and the generalization of the grandson’s feelings for his grandmother’s busy life. And it was the love of nostalgia that awakened the author to live with many childhood memories beside her:

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was a year of hunger and fatigue

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Come to think of it, the bridge of my nose is still spicy!”

It seems that a difficult childhood has been ingrained and become an obsession in the mind of the author. Remembering the childhood days with her grandmother, the author feels like the smell of smoke is still pungent on the bridge of the nose. That smell of kitchen smoke, the familiar smell of smoke that I have endured since I was four, the smell of smoke that used to smother my eyes in the past, the smell of spicy smoke, burning from wet firewood, a lot of dew and cold. .

The smell of that smoke was not only due to the flickering fire from her kitchen, but it was also the smell of bombs, wars, pain, hardship, difficulties and deprivations of the two women’s lives. I in particular and the Vietnamese people in general during the years of the war against the French were full of hardships and hardships.

Childhood was hard, hard and hard. That childhood had the terrible black shadow of the famine of 1945. The phrase “starvation and hunger” was an emotional description of the sufferings of people and of life in that period. I suddenly remembered To Huu’s poem describing the situation of our people that day:

“I’m hungry, hug my mother’s back and cry

I’m waiting for you to cry and hold your breath

The life of the people, the rice is spilled over

Who knows where to go to heaven and earth.”

That suffering has been concretized and visualized with descriptive details: “Dad went to drive a cart, dry and skinny horse”. The writing method, the interlocking descriptions, touched people’s hearts. The verse both describes the scary expression of the “hungry enemy”, and the reason why the grandchild has to live with the grandmother. Hunger and poverty spread throughout the village, causing the father to go to the city to drive his car with the emaciated people because there was not enough to eat, leaving the young child for the woman to love and take care of.

Feeling about the hardships and hunger of childhood, the memories are still intact, the author can’t forget: “Thinking back to now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy!” The bitterness and bitterness of a life of hunger and poverty seep into the bones and blood tubes so that until now, more than ten years later, thinking back, that “spicy” feeling is still intact in the nostrils. The spiciness at the bridge of the nose is spreading, constantly in the soul of the grandchild. It seems to be a feeling of bitterness, choking and love.

Simple poetry, bold prose. Readers seem to be lost in a fairy tale about a grandchild’s childhood. Here, she is a fairy, always attached, cared for, and protected both mentally and physically for her grandchildren. Her love, her kind heart seemed to dispel the pain and suffering of war. The stanza has become one of the touching stanzas in the whole poem. The author continued to let himself be immersed in reminiscences about the past, about a whole childhood living next to her:

“For eight years, my grandma and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

When she used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest are you howling!”

The poetic voice is like telling a fairy tale. Those were the years of a hard and miserable life, where the grandchild grew up in the protection, care, and care of the grandmother. Eight years. Eight years of resistance. Eight difficult years. Eight long years with many happy and sad memories with her, by the fire.

If in the memoirs when the author was four years old, the strongest impression was the smell of smoke, then here, that impression is the howling bird. The sound of the howling birds resounded, both recalling in the author’s soul many unforgettable memories, and aroused nostalgia for his homeland, home, grandmother, and fire.

The sound of the howling birds reminded me of the mornings when the two of them would light a fire together in the middle of a vast, lonely space. The sound of birds is vague, echoing from “far fields”, sometimes close, sad, listening to “why so earnest”. The sound of howling birds seem to urge, anxious about something very painful, making people’s hearts rise with nostalgia and longing. The howling bird is the image of the homeland, where there is a grandmother who, despite her hardships, is rich in love for her children and grandchildren.

The poet who was narrating suddenly turned to talk to her, as if she was sitting opposite “do you remember grandma”. Do you remember the stories you used to tell, the fairy tales every night, under the bright moonlight, I sat in your lap, swinging in the hammock, listening to your story while stroking her gray hair or stories about brave soldiers, Uncle Ho, who sacrificed their lives for the country and the people?

Do you remember your loving devotion to me, especially in the afternoons when we were together in the kitchen? How can I forget that time:

“Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back

I’m with grandma, she told me

Grandma taught me how to work, she took care of me to study

The fire team thought of loving her hard.”

Her love is the protection and care that is no different from the grace of birth and nurturing. For the author, she is the mother, the father, the teacher who teaches the child to be a good person. She is the one who takes care of me from food, clothing to study. She taught me valuable lessons about humanism, taught me to be proud of our nation, an indomitable, resilient nation that never gives up to protect the homeland of Vietnam.

For me, my grandmother and her deep love for me will always be a solid spiritual support, the fulcrum of my soul when I encounter failures and difficulties. Until now, even though I am studying abroad in a foreign country, standing under the cold weather, I still feel the warmth of her love, caress and care.

The more I think about her, the more I love her. Love her alone under the thatched hut, love her every day alone to light a fire, always pray for her grandchild to be at peace. From his deep love for her, the author turns to gently rebuke the howling bird:

“Uuu! Don’t come to stay with grandma

Constantly asking for money in the fields far away?”

Is the author blaming the howling bird that flies far away from the fields, not coming to stay with the lonely midwife, to relieve sadness or is the author blaming his own indifference and helplessness? The verse is like a natural, touching and sincere lament, expressing the deep nostalgia for the grandchild’s grandmother. Time goes by, she is still far away…

The sound of the howling bird closes the stanza, but it seems to sink deep into the minds of those who are far away from home looking for fond memories… The tone in the stanza is so tender, somber, and suitable for the mood of the poet. poet: nostalgia for the countryside, for her grandmother, deeply, deeply, tormented… Old memories like childhood movies flooded into the mind of a grandchild:

“Five enemies burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut.”

War. Just mentioning those two words, we all think of the fierceness and cruelty that it brings to the nation. It has caused so much pain and loss to many people and families. The two grandchildren in the poem were no exception: the family was divided, the house was “burnt and burned”.

At such times, only the love of the village, the love between the suffering people, the people who can understand the pain of war, is not destroyed. They help each other, take care of each other, go through hard times together.

And in this situation, the image of a grandmother appears beautifully with a great sacrifice. Suffering because her house was destroyed by the enemy, she silently endured. The word “mistake” expresses very touchingly the image of her quietly early in the morning, wanting to share and shoulder with her children and grandchildren the toil and worries.

She still suffers, works hard just because she doesn’t want her children in the war zone to have to worry about their family:

“Still strong, she told her grandson: “Dad is in the war zone, he still has his father’s business, if you write a letter, don’t tell me this, tell that, Just say the house is still at peace!”

The grandmother’s words to her grandson were simple, but true and touching. The suffering of the enemy destroyed the village, the hardships and deprivation, she silently endured. I just hope that my children in the distant front lines always feel secure to protect their homeland. That simple admonition not only helps to understand more about a grandmother’s heart, her love for her children and grandchildren, but also indirectly enhances her noble qualities: calmness, confidence, fulfilling her duties. behind-the-scenes service to reassure business travelers.

German sacrifice, diligent; her patience and perseverance stood firmly in her heart to the point of being touched! I think of her, think of her and feel that she is with me. Her loving, heartwarming words seemed to echo in my ears… How could I forget? During those hard days, she still held on to hope, a strong belief in the resistance:

“Early and late in the afternoon, go back to the fire, grandma

A fire, her heart is always ready

A fire that contains a persistent belief…”

In the midst of ashes, loss, and pain, she rekindled the fire. Her warm, patient and caring fire was in stark contrast to the fierce, destructive fire of the enemies. Her stove rekindled the love and pure faith that “her heart was always ready for”, “contains persistent faith”.

The stove she lit was not just an ordinary stove anymore, but it contained the fire of love, the fire that kindled in the child’s soul a great feeling. That is the love she has always cherished, the immense love she has throughout her life for her grandchildren and loved ones. The word “fire” of love for family and homeland has now become the image of “fire” with bold symbolic value.

Fire. It was her life, her hope and her strong belief in the resistance war, in a bright future, a future without war. The country is independent, at peace, the family is reunited and reunited. The fire is as warm as my grandmother’s love, illuminating my whole path. This is also the image that covers, generalizes, and is the quintessential emotional feature of the whole poem.

The image of a grandmother appears very rustic but brilliant, a grandmother who is diligent, persistent, great-grandmother, energetic and has a noble heart of sacrifice. It is the embodiment of Vietnamese women, Vietnamese mothers in fierce wars, both heroic, loyal, brave, and very brave. Three verses like a note, an unforgettable chorus in a love song: the noble sacred grandmother’s love. Memories are still there, now in the poet’s mind suddenly appear contemplation lines with profound philosophy:

“Fucking life, she knows how much sunshine and rain

Decades ago, until now

She still keeps the habit of getting up early.”

The feeling of “knowing how much sunshine and rain” is repeated like in the first stanza, at the beginning of the poem: “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain” Is that the emphasis, highlighting the hardships of her life? The life of a grandmother is encapsulated in two words “tradition”. How many difficulties, hardships, hardships, “know how much sunshine and rain”, she silently endured to be worried. care for children.

For decades now, the war has passed, the hardships have not subsided, she still “keeps the habit of getting up early”. Her life was so arduous, so hard that it seemed like it would never end. She is the one who wakes up early, suffers the most in the house, but she is also the one who kindles the fire of love in the family:

“The fire group is warm and cozy

Group of love, sweet cassava

New group of sticky rice pots to share the fun

The group wakes up the feelings of childhood.”

The word “group” is repeated many times in the stanza as an affirmation: she is the one who kindles in my heart the fire of love and great sacrifice. When she lit “a warm, warm fire”, she taught me to love my relatives. The “sweet cassava” group, she taught her grandson to love the village, to love the poor country.

“The new group of sticky rice cookers have fun”, she taught me to always open my heart to everyone around me. Besides, she also reminded him that he must never forget the years of love, the difficult years that the two of you went through together. Not only lighting that fire warm and burning brightly in everyone’s heart. That miraculous grandmother awakened, aroused, educated, and fostered her grandson in both body and soul, about the dream and reason of life of the “childhood mentality”.

Her stove was difficult, hard, hard. She raised her grandchild by that fire. But now, I have studied abroad in Russia, far away from my grandmother, far from my homeland, far from the Fatherland. My life is like a fairy tale. And there, she is a gentle fairy, always supporting my son every step of the way.

I grew up from grandma’s fire. From a poor life, she nurtured a dream for her grandson to study abroad. All that I have today is thanks to the fire in my grandmother, that fire gives me wings to confidently fly into the high and wide life.

The grandchild cannot grow up, or even if it is physically mature, the soul cannot grow if it is not nourished by the fire, by the very heart of the very loving grandmother. The grandmother has a wonderful strength from the heart, has awakened in the child’s soul so many beautiful feelings, giving wings to the dream of flying high and far away so that tomorrow the child will grow up to be a human.

The melody of the poem is abundant, spreading like a warm fire or is it the feeling that is rising in the heart so that the poet has to say: “Oh strange and sacred – the fire!” The poem has only eight words, but it has the power to generalize both the thoughts and feelings of the author for the image of the fire associated with the image of the grandmother – the one who kept the fire, made the fire, spread the fire, the person who built the childhood. for you. Grandma and the stove have become a piece of the soul, an indispensable part of the author’s spiritual life, even though at this moment, the two are separated.

Although now, even though he can’t be near her, near his hometown, the grandson’s soul is always directed to the land where his mother is buried, where there is a quiet, lonely grandmother:

“Now you’re gone. There’s a smoke of a hundred ships

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions

But still never forget to remind:

– Will you light the fire tomorrow?…”

Many long years passed. The grandchild has grown up in the past, and she and her love have wings to fly to far and wide heavens; fly to full lives, with lots of joy, happiness everywhere, everywhere. Yet I still can’t help but miss her, not forget her fire. Rhetorical question as an interrogation, a monologue:

“- Will you start the kitchen tomorrow?…”

Close the poem very cleverly, very well, with haunting power in the reader’s mind. The grandson is reminding himself to always remember the “fire stove” of his homeland, remember his grandmother, a solid spiritual support for us far away. The “fire stove” is both practical and symbolic of love, faith, family roots and homeland, and the enduring vitality of people.

The poem closes with a special punctuation mark, an ellipsis. Punctuation as a hint about an earnest moral lesson: living faithfully, benevolently; must be grateful, have a loving way to treat family, neighbors, homeland, and roots.

From the love of grandparents and grandchildren, the poem gradually turned into love for the village, love for the Fatherland. And the image of “fire stove” symbolizes heartwarming memories that have become sacred and magical beliefs, imprinted in the author’s soul; is the luggage for the grandchild to come into life, to raise the wings of his dreams in faraway places…

Through the use of lyrical and profound poetry; simple poetic language, creative image of a fire stove along with special allusions and metaphors, the poem depicts truthfully and touchingly the image of a grandmother rich in love and sacrifice; Grandmother’s love is warm, deep, earnest…

Thereby, the author has deeply touched the feeling of nostalgia along with love and admiration for the respectable grandmother. After reading the poem, the reader seems to be warmed by Bang Viet with the warmth of the love of the family, the roots, and the Fatherland.

The stove fosters each of us to live a life of kindness, compassion, and loyalty. The poem is also a profound and poignant moral lesson, but coming to it, we seem to find the love and cherished love of life for a lifetime.

For each of us, family love is always the most precious and cherished feeling. But when the country was at war, people still accepted to leave their families behind to go to war. It is from the love of family that has formed the love for the Fatherland.

Poet Bang Viet also had a childhood where he had to live away from his parents because of his parents, but that does not mean that the poet lived without affection. In contrast, the poet Bang Viet grew up in the love and teachings of his beloved grandmother. That’s why when growing up, having to be far from home, away from her grandmother, with so much nostalgia, the author devoted both to his grandmother so that the poem Fire Stove was born from that nostalgia. The fire here is not just a fire, it is her love in it:

A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you and know how much sunshine and rain

The image of a fire has only just appeared, but it has been accompanied by words such as fluttering and cherishing, making the reader feel the warm and full affection of the grandchild for his grandmother. The third verse once again confirms that sentiment. That is my love for my grandmother who has endured a lot of hard work, sunshine and rain. Along with that love, childhood memories appear in the author’s mind. Everything is still intact so it feels like it happened yesterday:

When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy

That year of starvation was 1945, when the people of the North fell into a terrible famine. It took the lives of countless innocent people. The poet has grown up in such a country context, but in his memory, there is no image of dead people on the street, not haunted by the stench.

That’s because the smell of the kitchen smoke drowned out all the painful scenes out there. It’s a way for a grandmother to make her life less painful. The smell of smoke has smothered the nephew’s eyes so that more than ten years later, thinking back to the old story, the bridge of his nose is still spicy. Perhaps the emotion made the poet’s eyes blurred, bitter because of the memories of hunger.

She went with me through the years of such poverty. Then throughout the years of childhood, the image of a grandmother is still attached to her grandchildren. Together, the two of them have lit countless fires in the past 8 years:

For eight years, my grandson and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the sound of tu howling

The image of grandson and grandma making a fire shows the connection between the two grandchildren. It is not only a fire, it is also a kind of life, a kind of love. From the image of the fire group, the poet has evoked other images that are the howling birds. For Vietnamese farmers, the howling bird has become a familiar cry and is a signal for a ripe rice season.

The howling sound therefore symbolizes the fullness of the people. The howl of an alarm clock reminds the grandmother that it’s time to tell her grandchild a story. In a poem, the sound of tu howling is repeated up to 3 times, making the reader feel as if the sound of tu howling is coming from afar. It makes the hearts of the grandchildren in a far away country lightheaded. Tu howling pulls the poet’s nostalgia to make it longer and wider. Not only did she tell stories, she also taught him many things, taking care of him on behalf of his parents so that he could become a human being:

Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back

I’m with grandma, she told me

Grandma taught me how to take care of my grandchild

The fire team thought of loving her hard

Tu ho, don’t come stay with her

Longing for money in the fields far away

The small house was empty, only two grandchildren. She replaced her parents, doing the parent’s duty to teach her children to work and take care of them. Although she is old and weak, she is still devoted to her grandchildren. Therefore, the image of the fire, the image of the grandmother appears even warmer. The two of them relied on each other to live through such difficult times. It is from that affection that when the poet goes away, the nostalgia for her is even greater.

The poet has gone away, sorry for her at home with no one to take care of her. The rhetorical question Tu how did you not come to be with her was like a lament expressing deep nostalgia for her. The two words grandma and grandchild are repeated many times in this verse, showing the ambivalence, entanglement, and attachment between grandma and grandchild. During the war years, the two grandparents experienced many difficulties together when the house burned down:

The year of the enemy burned the village and burned it down

Neighbors on the four sides returned erroneously

Help her rebuild the thatched hut

Still steadfast, she told her son firmly:

“I’m in the war zone, I still have work to do

You write a letter, don’t tell me this

Let’s just say the house is still peaceful”

It was from that difficulty that the grandmother’s will became more and more stable. The verses just showed that she was industrious, patient and rich in self-sacrifice. Although the house of the two grandparents was burned down by the enemy, she loved her son, who was working away from home, did not want him to worry, she told him not to say anything to his father.

She even told me to tell my dad that everything is fine at home. She is a representative of Vietnamese women who are rich in sacrifices, wholeheartedly for their children and grandchildren. From the image of the fire, the poet raised it to the image of a flame:

A fire in her heart is always ready

A fire of persistent faith

The image of the fire seems to be glowing and it has a very strong inspirational power. It’s the fire of love, the fire of grandma’s love,… That’s why every time I see the fire, I feel like I’m seeing my grandmother. At the end of the poem, the poet continues to reflect on her and the fire:

The group of warm and cozy fireplaces

Sweet potato love group

New group of sticky rice pots to share the fun

The group wakes up even the feelings of childhood

The image of a warm and passionate stove is once again mentioned at the end of the article. She is not only the one who spreads the fire, she also gives me love from pieces of potatoes and cassava, reminding me of the difficult years, because those are the years that nourished my soul.

In the whole poem, the image of a fire stove appears 10 times, which is 10 times when the image of her also appears. The poem has a rushing tone like a crashing wave, making the reader feel her overwhelming love for her grandchild and vice versa. Gone far away, I still remember her:

Now I’m gone. There is a smoke of a hundred ships

There is fire in a hundred houses, joy in a hundred directions

But still never forget to remind

Will you turn on the kitchen tomorrow?

In the cold European weather, her image warmed the heart of her grandson. Although I have grown up, in my heart I still long for the corner of the kitchen with the strong smell of spicy kitchen smoke. Remembering her words, I have never forgotten my roots. Through this poem, we see the image of a fire and the figure of a woman sitting quietly beside her. The image of a fire stove symbolizes warmth and affection. Through this poem, each person will feel more loved than their own family.

Each person’s childhood is associated with countless memories with relatives and friends, besides the emotions and feelings for each other so that when they grow up in the future, use those memories to continue their journey. life. Many literary works, poems and short stories were inspired by that sacred sentiment, the love of husband and wife, the love of mother and child, the comradeship, the love for the motherland, etc.

Author Bang Viet composed the poem “Bep Lua” with affection and nostalgia for his grandmother while studying in the Soviet Union in 1963. The image of the grandchild and the grandmother who had lived a miserable life, filled with love, care, concern and protection during the days when parents are away from work and happiness by the warm fire of love.

“A fire burning in the morning dew

A warm and cozy fire

I love you, know how much sunshine and rain.”

The image of a fire stove is depicted from the first three verses through the allusion “a stove” and the word “waiting” so that we can imagine a simple, simple but warm and warm scene. emotional. The fire from the kitchen embraces so much nostalgia for her, contains so many memories of the little grandchild and grandma.

The caring grandmother kindled that flame of affection, just like her gentle caring hands for her grandchildren, the image of a grandmother like smoke from the kitchen in the early morning, the image of her suffering and caring. The rain and sun drizzle more and more lit up in the heart of the grandson clearly imprinted with nostalgia.

From the first two sentences through the image of a fire stove every morning, the author depicts a fire full of memories, a fire full of love, a fire that lights up her image. In the next sentence, how many feelings like a moment of bursting “I love you, I know how much sunshine and rain”, the author is heartbroken and saddened by the nostalgia for her image, rain or shine, but still take care of each child fully. eat clothes.

Her life’s hardships went through without a word because of her grandchildren, she silently did everything for her grandchildren, all of which were silent sacrifices from her beloved grandmother. From here we can see that in the author’s heart how sacred the image of a grandmother is, there is a whole sky that misses her, a sentence “I love her” will also leave a deep meaning in us.

“When I was four years old, I got used to the smell of smoke

That year was the year of hunger and thirst

Dad went to the car, the horse was dry and thin

Just remember the smoke in my eyes

Thinking back to now, the bridge of my nose is still spicy.”

In this passage, the memory is not a gentle image like “waiting for the morning dew” or “a warm embrace” but the haunting memories in the mind of the author, the four-year-old grandchild and the destitute grandmother going through famine in 1945. The gloomy, miserable atmosphere of hunger thanks to her beloved grandmother was somewhat alleviated, she worked early in the morning to gather each potato, dig up each cassava root so that her child could eat less hungry.

The expression “starvation and hunger” sounds like a heartbreaking cry, the phobia of a child deeply ingrained in the mind is fear. Unlike many people who think of their childhood as a pink patch, for the author it is a gray patch mixed with the red color of blood from the pain of hunger, terrible hunger, historical hunger killed more than two million people. But there is a grandmother who is always there to protect, there is a kitchen smoke that partially erases the pain from hunger, memories still bring a bit of warmth, making me forget the misery.

The detail “smoke smoked my eyes” to see the four-year-old trying to cover up the hauntings of hunger and thirst with the smoke of her kitchen, and the “spicy nose” detail due to the pungent smell of the smoke. trying to hide the smell of blood in the nooks and crannies, spicy because that child has suffered from “starvation and hunger” that is gradually creeping into each piece of innocent memories, bringing with it the fear of hunger, bringing According to the craving for each potato and cassava tuber, then simple dishes also become “human delicacy”.

“For eight years, my grandma and I built a fire

Tu howling in the distant fields

Do you still remember when I called you?

She used to tell stories about her days in Hue

How earnest is the sound of tu howling?”

“Eight years” is a long time, and you and your grandma always light up the fire of love, warmth, the fire of life, that period of time, despite going through hardships and hardships, but with you, it’s still true. peaceful. The childhood of the grandson was associated with her grandmother with a loving fire, associated with the howling sound in the fields, as if urging farmers to quickly go to the fields to harvest to escape hunger and thirst.

Besides, when the howling sound is like a bell, it says: “Grandma! Grandma tells my story.” The word “tu how” is repeated three times as if affirming the author’s nostalgia because in literature and art, the howling bird is a symbol of an inconsolable nostalgia. The sound of tu howling becomes a gentle memory of the love between the author and her grandmother.

“Mom and dad are busy at work and don’t come back,

I was with her, she told me to listen,

Grandma taught me how to work, she took care of me to study

The fire group thought of loving her hard,

Tu ho! Didn’t come to stay with her,

Asking for money in the distant fields? “

Those simple and rustic verses still show her dedication to taking care of her grandchildren when “mother and father are busy at work and don’t come back”. Her image as a father and mother caring for her children, as well as a teacher teaching students, she is also a loving sky of the author.

The structure “grandmother-grandson” expresses a love and attachment of a grandmother with a grandchild. The image of “grandmother teaches me to do”, she teaches me how to be a human, teaches me to be independent for my life, she teaches me to love my family, and the image of “grandmother takes care of me and learns” she teaches me every stroke words, she gave me knowledge to help the country in the future.

“The fire team thinks about her hard work” the little grandchild was worried about her, seeing her work hard, her grandson and grandma built a fire to help her relieve some of the hardship. Then there was the reprimand of the innocent child, blaming the tu how for not coming to stay with her, helping her with the work, letting the midwife be lonely and sad, but she was always playful on the wings. the other coin.