The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 5
Do Len is a work Nguyen Duy wrote in 1983 on the occasion of returning to his homeland. Memories of his homeland prompted the poet to write about his childhood days, those are memories with his beloved grandmother. In the poem, the image of the grandmother appears close, real but also extremely moving. The simple but profound memories of the author’s grandmother have a sincere moving force, it is like a “ticket” to bring readers back to their own childhood.
At the beginning of the poem, the author remembers his childhood days, familiar childhood games. And even in the first lines of recollections, the image of the grandmother also appeared naturally with the dearest feelings:
“When I was a child, I went to Na sewer to fish
Holding her skirt to go to Binh Lam market
Catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
And sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label.”
From a very young age, author Nguyen Duy used to “hold her skirt” to go to rural markets, used to play familiar children’s games at the ear of Buddha statues and naughty games “steal the label of Tran pagoda”. “. The grandson also used to follow her to the temples to pray for good things “barefoot to watch the Song Temple ceremony at night”, the scent of white lily and incense has also become a part of childhood subconscious.
“When I was young, I went to visit Cay Thi Temple
Barefoot walking at night to see the lights of the song
The scent of white lily mixed with deep smoke is very fragrant
The song of literature staggers the shadow of a coyote”
It can be seen that the author’s childhood is as simple as any other child growing up in the countryside, life may be lacking in material things but extremely full in spirit. The image of the author’s beloved grandmother also shows up through the hard work to raise her grandchild “she shoveled crabs and shrimps in Quan Dong” and “carried Ba Trai tea”.
“I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable
She hunts for crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
Porridge shop, Dong Giao collected from the cold nights”
Since childhood, the author has lived with her grandmother, so she not only plays the role of a grandmother but also fulfills the responsibilities of a father and mother. All the family burdens weighed heavily on her thin shoulders. The innocence of childhood made her grandchildren not understand her hardships, but in her grandson’s feelings, she was also gentle and tolerant like fairies, buddhas, and gods.
“I am transparent between the two banks of the unreal
Between my grandmother and fairy buddha, god
The year of hunger and boiled galangal tubers
Just listen to the scent of white lily and frankincense.”
Not only is she rich in love and diligence, but she is also a more resilient woman than anyone. In the rain of bombs and bullets, she still persevered to become a solid support for her grandchildren:
“American bombs fell, my grandmother’s house flew away
Temple of the Bay, flying all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.”
In the fierceness of the war, American bombs destroyed all of the homeland, villages, even the small house of the two grandparents was also destroyed. Even temples, saints, and Buddhas flew with the bombs and bullets of the American enemy. However, a naked person like her still stood firm at the Len station selling eggs. The fierceness of war can destroy the spiritual life, but the strong vitality of the human being can not be destroyed. She still sells eggs to earn a living, to take care of her grandchildren’s growth.
When she became an adult, her nephew understood her hardships and sacrifices, but it was too late because she was no longer “she is just a mushroom”. Despite the sadness and regret, the grandchild’s sacred affection for her is always so precious and worthy of respect, such love is like a light to illuminate the way for the grandson to continue to hold a gun to fulfill his responsibility to protect him. protect the life and peace of the country and homeland.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 6
If in Bang Viet’s poetry, the image of a grandmother is associated with the image of a fire, while in Nguyen Duy’s poetry, the image of a grandmother is associated with the hardships and hardships of daily life. That image has reminded us of the sacred love that is maternal love.
“Do Len” was composed by Nguyen Duy in 1983 during a time when the poet returned to his homeland, living with memories mixed with sadness and joy in his childhood. The image of the grandmother that appears is a person who loves her grandchildren dearly. From a young age, the poet grabbed her skirt to go to the market and go to the temples to pray for good things. The grandmother always kept her heart of goodwill. Not so that the author from a young age was very familiar with:
“When I was a child, I went to Na sewer to fish
hold her dress to go to Binh Lam market
catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
and sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label
When I was young, I went to visit Cay Thi temple
Walking barefoot at night to see the Song Temple ceremony
The smell of white lily mixed with deep smoke is very fragrant
the staggered literary song of the dong dong”
Thanks to her, the grandchild not only knows Cay Thi Temple, Song Temple, knows the smell of white lily and smoke, but also knows the folk song of the dongsaeng. Those are memories of childhood, though difficult and lacking in material aspects, but spiritual life is quite rich.
The image of a grandmother also shows up through hard work such as “grandma looking for crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan”, “carrying tea in Ba Trai”, “selling eggs at Len station”, etc. Her grandmother seems to carry the whole burden. The responsibility of parents and grandchildren, bearing so much hardship and bitterness on the shoulders, has weakened over time. The author was busy playing, carefree, so he didn’t know she was so miserable, she sacrificed a lot for him, but he returned her gratitude with indifference. Grandmothers are very similar to fairies, Buddhas, saints, and gods because of their immense love, kindness, and gentleness towards their grandchildren. Not only that, she is also a resilient, heroic woman:
“American bombs dropped, my grandmother’s house flew away
Temple of the Bay, fly all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.”
During the war years, American bombs fell on our country very fiercely, it blew away her house, even temples, pagodas, saints and Buddhas, her spiritual and spiritual life was also blown away with bombs and bullets. of America. However, with her own strength, she still sold eggs at Len station. The loss and destruction of the senseless war did not slow her down, but on the contrary, it gave her the strength to persevere in her struggle with this very life of poverty. She went to sell eggs to continue her livelihood, but also to take care of her grandson’s meals.
And at the end of the poem, the grandmother shows up in the author’s wistful regret. When the author loved her and realized her hardship, it was too late, because at that time “she was just a mushroom”. There is nothing more painful than that when we do not know how to love, appreciate and understand her hardship until she is far away from another world.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 4
Nguyen Duy has been very successful in successfully portraying the character of the grandmother in the work, which is a successful image in his literary career. That image has become a beautiful literary model in literature.
It can be seen that in Vietnamese literature, the image of the grandmother is quite common and it is a beautiful model in literature, all of which are gradually becoming a topic that every poet exploits. and delve into extensive research, therefore, in order to further develop their image, each author must have his own look, experiences, and unique discoveries about that character. In the poem Do Len by Nguyen Duy, he made the most of the material from his own life with his grandmother.
The image of a diligent grandmother who always does everything to let her child live life to the fullest, the image of a grandmother in this work represents an ideal model, it is a beautiful model in the eyes of the author, a grandmother who always sacrifices, endures hardships, struggles to earn a living:
I didn’t know my grandmother was so desperate
She hunts for crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
Porridge shop, Dong Giao is full of cold nights
She worked hard, made a daily living, went to sales to earn money, went to find crabs and shrimps, went to sell tea in Ba Trai green, then went to sell porridge in the cold night, all these images have shown. sacrifice, always doing my best for the lives of my two grandchildren, working early in the morning to earn a living, doing my best for my grandchildren. The above images are very moving, it reminds the author, an image of a grandmother, with her early morning diligence, always devoted to life, that hard work is reflected in the exclamation: “I I didn’t know my grandmother was so desperate.” It seems that the author is overwhelmed by her grandmother’s hard work and sacrifice. The author’s childhood was a carefree child who didn’t care about the hardships and sacrifices of his grandmother, so when he grew up, the author was gradually overwhelmed by that hardship and knew how to love her. more, always worried, cared about her, that image showed her sacrifice, deep understanding of the suffering she was experiencing.
She does not have to do one job, but does many jobs to earn a living and take care of her grandchildren’s life, so the suffering seems to increase many times over. Now the grandchild understands the grandmother’s suffering, knows how to love her more, knows how to care and love, to appreciate the image of the grandmother, how sincere, tender and loving those feelings are. .
The image of a grandmother, representing Vietnamese women, who always know how to sacrifice and take care of their families. Always do your best for children and grandchildren, that’s why this is a role model for beautiful women. In the work, the author recounted the times he lived with her, went to the market with her, went to the temple, stole longan… Many images were re-imagined by the author, through which the image of a woman emerged. Vietnam. And especially in this work, it is the image of a diligent grandmother who is always devoted to her grandchildren.
That sacrifice just wants you to have a better life. The author has been very successful in building the image of a grandmother who is always devoted to her grandchildren. This is probably an image successfully built in Nguyen Duy’s work, which increases its attractiveness by evocative, emotional images.
In the work, in addition to describing the image of the grandmother through meticulous details, the author also describes the work, describes the actions, and moreover, at the end of his life, the author regrets the time that has passed. , she is no more now, just a grave.
The author has breathed his soul into each word to increase the expressive value of the whole work, the image of the grandmother is a beautiful model, increasing the expressive value in the work, it is a beautiful image. , bearing the ideal model in the work.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 7
Whose childhood does not have memories of his grandmother. It’s hard to forget the cold nights when Grandma held her in her arms and listened to stepmother fairy tales. Therefore, writing about the grandmother is an area to attract many writers. Typical are the stove of the poet Bang Viet, and “Do Len” by Nguyen Duy.
Nguyen Duy’s poem Do Len was written in 1983, on an occasion when the poet returned to his homeland, living with memories intertwined with many joys and sorrows of his childhood. In the old recollections, the image of the grandmother in the author’s memory appeared very special. Nguyen Duy has lived with his grandmother since childhood, so his grandmother is a very close and familiar image to the poet. First of all, the image of a grandmother appears with hardships and floods:
“I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable
Mrs. fetching crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
congee shop, Dong Giao is full of Korean nights”.
Before realizing the hardship and struggle to take care of his grandmother’s life, the author recreated his childhood:
“When I was a child, I went to Na sewer to fish
hold her dress to go to Binh Lam market
catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
and sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label
When I was a child, I went to Cay Thi Temple
Walking barefoot at night to watch the temple ceremony”
The author has looked at himself honestly, which is carefree, playful and sometimes even mischievous. And when the author realized “I didn’t know, my grandmother was so miserable”. The verse is like the author’s startling about her hardship. The word “decade” says it all. If in the poem Across the Duong River, poet Hoang Cam writes:
“Old mother is carrying the peddlers again
Step high and low on the bamboo bank”
“Step high and low” only conjures up images of an uneven road, but when Nguyen Du wrote “Quan Por, Dong Giao, a decade of cold nights”, readers not only see a rough road, a On a cold winter night, the word “decade” also gives the feeling that the burden is heavy on the grandmother’s shoulders. It was these hardships that made the author not only love her but also see her as having the beauty of fairies, buddhas, saints, and gods.
“I spent my whole life between the real and the bad
between my grandmother and fairies, buddhas, saints, and gods.”
Not only that, the image of the grandmother in the poem also has an optimistic spirit, overcoming all the difficulties that the war brings.
“The Americans are mad, my grandmother’s house is gone
Temple of the Bay, fly all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.
So, the place to shelter from the rain and sun, early when I went home, was blown away by American bombs, but not because of that, she surrendered to difficulties, on the contrary, she still overcame the situation to work. It can be seen that her love for the author is always silent, she always wishes the best for her grandson:
“I went to the army, I haven’t returned to my hometown for a long time
The old river is still on the avalanche side
When I knew I loved her, it was too late
She is just a mushroom.”
Closing the poem is a sadness of the author when she is gone, her grandson who is now grown up comes back to visit her, “she is just a mushroom”.
The poem Do Len is not only a nostalgia for the old childhood, but also a grandchild’s gratitude to her.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 3
Each of us childhood is not only the presence of friends of the same age, but that childhood is also associated with familiar people, including the grandmother. We are often attached to the fairy tales she tells, to the simple but meaningful gifts from the countryside that our grandmother gives us after each market. Vietnamese literature has many poems written about the respectable grandmother, but the poem that leaves readers with the most emotions is probably the poem “Do Len” by Nguyen Duy.
Appearing in the work is the image of a grandmother who loves her grandchildren unconditionally:
“When I was a child, I went fishing in Na sewer
hold her dress to go to Binh Lam market
catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
and sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label
When I was young, I went to visit Cay Thi temple
Walking barefoot at night to see the Song Temple ceremony
The smell of white lily mixed with deep smoke is very fragrant
the staggered literary song of the co-ed”
Because there were only two grandchildren, the grandmother took her grandson with her wherever she went. That mischievous boy “grabbed her skirt to go to Binh Lam market” and also held her hand to go to sacred places such as Buddha’s door, pagodas, temples to watch literature, see the dongsaeng and watch the Song temple ceremony. It was here that the grandson smelled the “very fragrant” smell of white lily mixed with deep smoke. The games “catch sparrows in the ear of Buddha” or the game of stealing longan at Tran pagoda also originate from there. It must be a person with a good heart that she often goes to such temples. Is it possible that when taking her grandchild with her, she also wants him to have a soul that is always towards good and useful to life? Living during the war, the grandmother’s hardships seemed to multiply:
“I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable
Mrs. fetching crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
Porridge shop, Dong Giao is full of cold nights”
She does not mind the hard work, but on the contrary, she also does many different jobs to raise her grandchild to grow up to be a person. After scavenging for crabs and shrimp, she went to carry green tea and then at night, her steps were walking through Quan Chao, Dong Giao. She is not afraid of difficulties and suffering, but she just wants to take care of her grandson’s life. Because for her, it is not only her responsibility but also her personal love for her baby. War is loss, famine. In the years of hunger, the two of them had to eat “boiled galangal tubers” to survive. It is because she is so hardworking, rich in sacrifices, so the author has:
“I am transparent between the two shores – the real
between my grandmother and fairies and gods”
She is as noble as the gods and goddesses. She is gentle and kind like fairies coming out of fairy tales. She has also shouldered the responsibility of her nephew’s parents, so she always tries to take care of her grandchild’s life to the fullest even though she has to go through many hardships. War does not make people back down, discouraged, but war also makes people more resilient and so did she. Enemy bombs did not scare her, but it also made her more resilient and brave:
“American bombs dropped, my grandmother’s house flew away
Temple of the Bay, fly all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.
When the American bombs fell, it was also the time when sacred places such as temples and shrines “fly away” and nothing remains, festivals or voodoo songs are no more. At this time, she went to “sell eggs at Len station”. Difficulties did not knock her down, American bombs did not slow her down. She is indeed a heroic woman, a representative representative of many Vietnamese women during the war. The image of the grandmother became more sacred and immortal when the grandson returned to his motherland and deeply regretted that his childhood did not understand her hardships:
“I went to the army, I haven’t been to my hometown for a long time
The old river is still on the flood side
When I knew I loved her, it was too late
You are just a mushroom.”
The river in the past has remained unchanged, but now “she is just a mushroom”. What’s more painful than when the person who loves you the most is no longer by your side and they no longer exist? Only then did the grandson realize how much his grandmother meant to him. As much as he felt sorry for her, he also resented himself. He felt pity when all the hardships and hardships she had to bear alone. She was the hero in his life, the one who had great merits in raising him to be a human being and also the one who perhaps he would never forget in this life.
Nguyen Duy wrote about his grandmother with all deep respect and love. Although she is gone, the image of a strong and loving grandmother still remains intact.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 1
The image of a grandmother is a never-old topic in Vietnamese literature. If Bang Viet has the image of a grandmother appearing on a warm fire, then in Nguyen Duy we see the image of a grandmother early in the day with hard-working trades up and down. That is the image of the grandmother in the work “Do Len”.
At the beginning of the poem, the author also draws in front of the reader’s eyes the image of a mischievous boy with children’s toys:
“When I was a child, I went to Na sewer to fish
hold her dress to go to Binh Lam market
catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
and sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label”
That boy is the poet Nguyen Duy, the image of the poet when he was a child appeared very funny when catching fish, when he grabbed her grandmother to go to the market. Not only that, in the boy’s mind, he did not know the majesty of the Buddha’s place, so he played games without fear of being rebuked by the Buddha. That is the act of catching the sparrow on the ear of the Buddha and stealing the label of Tran pagoda. It was the innocence that made our boy Nguyen Duy fearless and through that we see that Nguyen Duy had a childhood like rural boys, really naughty but for country children, it was a petty act of theft. Tran pagoda’s label is not as bad as the thief’s name, but it’s basically just a naughty game of village children.
The image of the mischievous boy Duy when going to the Buddha ceremony with his grandmother. He is active and naughty and he is still very young to understand the sanctity of Buddha’s door:
“When I was young, I went to visit Cay Thi Temple
Walking barefoot at night to see the Song Temple ceremony
The smell of white lily mixed with deep smoke is very fragrant
the staggered literary song of the dong dong”
Those are the poet’s beautiful memories with his grandmother, that childhood is more peaceful when she is beside her. She always carried the poet with her wherever she went, so it can be said that the poet’s childhood was closely associated with the image of her grandmother. If the poet Bang Viet had a childhood associated with her and the dear images of the fire, then Nguyen Duy had beautiful memories with her and the times with her going to the Buddha ceremony to go to the market. Those were extremely memorable moments when he was so young, so young that he still went barefoot to see the Song Temple ceremony. It can be seen that childhood is not attached to images of fragrant fields, dreamy kites flying in the blue sky, but those are the boy’s naughty moments at temples and pagodas. He was naughty in that majestic space and played in the very scents of incense. And a poetic song with the wobbly figure of the medium made an imprint in the boy’s immature mind.
And it was that innocence that made the boy not understand her hardships. Even the majesty of the Buddha’s door he did not know, let alone her hardships. That is to say, children, their souls are like blank sheets of paper, their innocence becomes indifferent to their loved ones. But that is only in the case when the children themselves later reflect on it, not blame them for being called a child by nature:
“I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable
Mrs. fetching crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
Porridge shop, Dong Giao is full of cold nights”
The author said “I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable” as a narration about what she had to go through, but the soul of the poet at that time could not understand what the hardship was. That soul is only for the pleasures of the games. Not only did she have to find crabs to catch shrimp, but she also had to carry green tea to sell. It can be said that at her age, she has to work so hard. Until now, the poet thinks back and suddenly realizes what his poetry is. The other places are named very specifically as a witness to recognize her hard sacrifices for her beloved grandchild. She not only works during the day but also works at night. On cold nights, she also goes to Quan Chao, Dong Giao. It can be said that the two words “decade” describe all the difficulties and dangers for her age and senility. But every day is like every day she does that job for the sake of her beloved grandchild.
Nguyen Duy’s childhood still had to go through the years of resistance war against foreign invaders, it was that childhood that permeated Nguyen Duy’s poverty. The image of boiled wells shows the poverty all over the country. But that hard-working grandmother is not only a grandmother but also like a father and mother who still works hard day and night to earn every penny to feed the boy Nguyen Duy. That is why the poet cannot distinguish his grandmother from the other supernatural characters. She is like a fairy like a buddha:
“I am transparent between the two shores of the void – the real
between my grandmother and fairy buddha, god
hungry year of boiled galangal tubers
Just listen to the scent of white lily and frankincense.”
Then not only the hunger scene, but the childhood with that beloved grandmother of the poet also had to go through extremely fierce years with the bombs of the war:
“American bombs dropped, my grandmother’s house flew away
Temple of the Bay, fly all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.”
Those were difficult days in the life of the author and his grandmother. The image of her house flying as well as the ones going to the casinos, flying temples, saints and Buddhas inviting each other to go anywhere have shown all the fierce cruelty of that war. She had to change another job, which is selling eggs at Len station. Those images seem to show the horrors of war, it not only destroyed the house of the two grandchildren, but even sacred places like temples were destroyed by bombs and bullets.
And now when that grandchild has grown up to understand her hardships, it is too late for her to leave and go to the other world. But her departure does not make her lose in this world because she is always alive in the heart of her beloved grandson:
“I went to the army, I haven’t returned to my hometown for a long time
The old river is still on the flood side
When I knew I loved her, it was too late
you’re just a mushroom!”
Even though the author has been in the army, time goes by, the river is still day and night, and the grandmother is still so old, so when the author realizes her feelings and hardships, it is too late. so late. Now she only has one hay mushroom left.
The poem ends with a sad, nostalgic nostalgia. The image of a grandmother with her trades up and down, with worries in life, with boundless love for her grandchildren will always be imprinted in the minds of readers. She returned to the land, “just a mushroom of grass” but her figure is still there, forever watching over her grandchildren throughout her life.
The article analyzes the image of the grandmother in “Do Len” number 2
Family love is always the most sacred emotion, because only family is by our side even in difficulties or happiness. There are so many emotions that go through a person’s life such as friendship, love, friendship… but only family love is the most stable. In that great love, we not only know her father and mother, but also know her love and care. How many times has the grandmother become a typical literary subject in poems and articles about her that can refer to the image of a grandmother in the poem Do Len by poet Nguyen Duy. Through this work, we see that the beauty of the grandmother shows up clearly and it represents the image of grandmothers in the resistance war against the US to save the country.
First of all, the grandmother also appeared with the beauty of a person who loved her grandchildren dearly. She participated in the temple ceremonies, so that the author Nguyen Du was familiar with places like Tran pagoda and Phat To from a young age:
“When I was a child, I went fishing in Na sewer
hold her dress to go to Binh Lam market
catch the sparrow at the ear of the Buddha statue
and sometimes steal the Tran pagoda label
Or is it the Buddhist religion that our people have. Through the poems about Nguyen Duy’s childhood, we can see the image of a woman with a very calm mind and good intentions. Because only with a good direction, she often goes to the temple like that. And it is also because he often goes to the temple that Nguyen Duy has such games associated with the image of temples. Growing up with her, Nguyen Duy soon got used to the scent of incense. Those are the scents that create the sacred atmosphere of the Buddhist temple. Not only that, she is also a person who loves her grandchildren very much, wherever she goes, the poet also follows:
“When I was a child, I went to visit Cay Thi Temple
Walking barefoot at night to see the Song Temple ceremony
The smell of white lily mixed with deep smoke is very fragrant
the staggered literary song of the co-ed”
The poet is not only familiar with the incense of white lily but also with the staggered and wobbly mediums singing chau van. And the very simple image that evokes all that is simple, poor but rich in spiritual life, is the image of the author walking barefoot to the market of Song temple with her.
The image of a grandmother also shows up really well through her work. that was her great hardship and sacrifice during the fierce resistance war against the US. She chose to work day and night for herself. It’s not just one job, it’s a lot of work. Through those works, we can see the poverty of the grandmother. In the morning, she fetched crabs and shrimps, then went to carry Ba Trai green tea. In the evening, she went to Quan Chao, Dong Giao. Those are the beauty of her hard work and sacrifice:
“I didn’t know my grandmother was so miserable
Mrs. fetching crabs and shrimps in Dong Quan
She went to carry Ba Trai green tea
Porridge shop, Dong Giao is full of cold nights
I’m transparent between the two shores – reality
between my grandmother and fairy buddha, god
hungry year of boiled galangal tubers
Just listen to the scent of white lily and frankincense.”
And that is why in the eyes of the poet she appears no different from the other gods. She is beautiful, gentle, kind, honest and rich in self-sacrifice like the other Buddhas who bless the world, then she is the one who blesses and brings happiness to your life. The image of a grandmother emerges with the resilience of heroic Vietnamese mothers:
“American bombs dropped, my grandmother’s house flew away
Temple of the Bay, fly all the temples
Where do saints and Buddhas invite each other?
My grandmother sells eggs at Len station.
No matter how many bombs fell, her house died, her spiritual life also flew away but still did not back down. She still persevered against that destructive weapon by living in a different profession. A life of poverty and pain not only made her tired and broken, but also made her more resilient. She sold eggs to continue her life. and when she passed away, she was still in the mind of her nephew Nguyen Duy, the innocent boy.
It can be said that the image of the grandmother in this poem represents the beauty of the Vietnamese heroic mother. Those mothers, although old, are still very resilient against bombs and the cruelty of the enemy. She is not afraid of difficulties to bring a life to her grandchildren, so that the grandchildren grow up and hold their guns firmly to protect the country’s sovereignty as well as to keep that hay mushroom from war bombs.
