I used to be an adult soldier in the resistance war, I used to hold a gun to protect the lives of my loved ones and gain independence for the nation. Those were really difficult days but also really meaningful for me. Because those were the days when I fought with my teammates, and shared the hardships and joys of life on the battlefield with my teammates. , would torment in my soul but in reality it is not. When the country was independent, I lived in a new situation, before the turn of my life I seemed to forget my old memories, when I realized it, there was only bitterness and unrelenting torment. .
I was born and raised in a poor countryside, where people live in unity and harmony with nature. My life is associated with the space of rivers and mountains. When I became more mature, I joined the army, entered the battlefield, life was extremely difficult and lacking. The only person who is always with me to share my joys and sorrows, who always accompanies me in all night marches, is none other than the moon. My life is always associated with nature, childhood memories, memories of battle days are also associated with those immortal images of nature. I never thought that I could forget the memories, the companions in those most difficult days, but there were times when I forgot the most memorable and innocent life of human life. that.
The war is over, peace is restored I return to my life, now that the times have changed, I also have a new life with new changes. That is the life in the busy city, associated with my life now is no longer the river, the field, the pool, but the high-rise buildings, the flashy places in the noisy and bustling urban area. Even the moon of gratitude seems to drift into oblivion, so that when walking on the road, that soulmate and I suddenly become strangers on the road.
Now that I think back, I see the terrible distance that living space brings, it makes people accidentally forget their memories, memories and soulmates, just like the saying “far away from each other”. heart”, things that are not with us, no longer affect our lives often create an invisible distance, that distance makes people and memories separate, seeming to completely cut the rope. previous close contact.
I don’t blame the situation entirely but blame myself more unintentionally, I didn’t control myself, in the cycle of my new life, I accidentally got caught up in it and forgot all the memories, relationships that existed in the past. When the glamor of life suddenly turned off, I was shocked to realize the important thing that I had inadvertently forgotten.
That evening, while I was watching television, suddenly the lights in the house went out, the lamp was dark, out of habit, maybe an unconditioned reflex, I rushed to the window. and open two doors. At that time, in my mind, I only had the thought to find some light from the outside, but I didn’t know that it was that fateful opening that made the memories like a waterfall flow into my soul, reminding me of my thoughts. me about the past memories, also a reminder of my carelessness in the past. The image of the full moon appearing in front of my eyes made me surprised, overwhelmed and a bit painful and tormented as if I realized something very important that I had forgotten.
Facing the full moon, I seem to see the memories, the past friendships in the past, so seeing the moon I seem to be able to reflect on my own indifference, is the moment when I suddenly realize that the love and memories are still present in my life, but in the most unintentional way I have forgotten it, so that now when I realize it, I feel extremely painful. painful, sorry. All the memories rushed back, the images of childhood, close friends, forests, rivers, and pools also came back as a reminder of my carelessness.
The moon is a symbol of memories, affections, and affection. I painfully realize that the old feelings of the moon are still intact, as intact as the rim of the moon’s shape. The moon that brings love is always with me, but I am too careless when I forget my soulmate and so many memories. The quiet moonlight was no longer as vivid as before, the silence was like a verdict denouncing my indifference, I was startled to realize that I had forgotten the deepest love of my life.
I have experienced forgetting and waking up memories, that tormenting feeling wakes me up, I regret my carelessness, so let’s live in love, and never forget the memories, because it’s our memorable time.
I was born and raised in my hometown. My childhood was associated with the vast fields straight with flying storks, with gentle rivers carrying alluvium, with clear lakes full of fish and shrimp. For me, those were the best years.
The years went by smoothly. Then one day, war broke out. In order to protect my beloved Motherland, I had to leave my homeland to join the army. My life has changed now. I gradually became attached to the mountains, to the wild forest that smelled of bombs. But in my heart, there is still a lingering nostalgia. I miss the village, I miss my family, I miss the neighborhood. During such times, I often look at the moon. The moon is like a companion to me, able to comfort and ease the nostalgia for my homeland. The moon shared with me so many emotional thoughts and nostalgia. During the arduous journey, in the naked life with nature, plants, the moon is as simple as a confidant, always accompanying and standing by my side. There was a time when I thought that I would never and never forget that moon of gratitude.
And the war ends, peace repeats. Escaping a life of poverty and poverty during the war is the greatest aspiration of our soldiers. So I went to live in the city, in a comfortable buyn-ding room. City life is very modern. Everywhere there are electric lights, mirror doors. Gradually, I got used to the city life. And in that luxury, I forgot the moon – my soulmate. Every night, the moon passes through the alley like a stranger crossing the street. Strange, unfamiliar, unknown, the moon has been forgotten by me – a close, close friend of a time.
Then one day, the light suddenly went out. The room became dark. On reflex, I threw open the window to let the light in. And what caught my eye was the full moon shining in the night sky. Me and the moon, face to face, looking at each other, for a long time. Suddenly, in my heart, there was something tearing up, So many memories suddenly rushed back. Images of vast fields, rivers, lakes, and forests kept popping up in my mind.
After so many years, the moon has remained unchanged, still round and round as before. Only I have changed. I was too indifferent to the moon, unintentionally forgetting the beautiful memories between the moon and me. The moon kept looking at me, silent. I was suddenly startled. The silence of the moon is like a reproach to me, resenting me for forgetting my soulmate.
I really regret forgetting the moon. Facing an old friend, my heart was choked, tears in the corners of my eyes wanted to overflow. And I made a promise, a sincere promise, etched in my mind, to never forget the moon – a gracious and faithful friend who has been with me throughout the arduous journey of fighting in the past.
Have you ever wondered how the trio is defined? The soulmate sounds like something very big and far away, but few people know that sometimes it’s the familiar and simple things around this life. That’s probably the case with me. If I said my soulmate is the moonlight, would you believe it? Simple moonlight, is there anything for people to stick with? And that’s a long story.
I was born and raised in the fields of my hometown filled with the scent of rice, beside the sound of cicadas on hot summer afternoons, and the sound of frogs creaking when the night fell. The village’s bamboo groves with the dyke, the red river heavy with alluvium have built up a beautiful childhood in me.
Thought that those peaceful years would last forever but no, war broke out, the homeland was fiercely destroyed. Landscapes and people were fiercely destroyed. Heeding the sacred call of the Fatherland, I enlisted in the army. Instead of letting my soul out in the vast fields, I gradually got used to marching in the dense, dark, dangerous forests, used to the roar of wild nature. But in me is always filled with a deep, inconsolable nostalgia for my homeland. Then, on long nights, taking advantage of a rare moment of rest, I send my heart to the moonlight. The bright moonlight illuminating the space as well as illuminating my heart. I don’t know when the moon became my soulmate, accompanying me, sharing my heart. So many thoughts, so many tears, and so many hopes and nostalgia I send through the moonlight. That moon of gratitude followed me, accompanies me through the years of bomb and storm in the fierce battlefield. The moon of gratitude lifted me up in the middle of the barren nature, in the midst of the dangers of war. The moon is simple, rustic but full of love and warmth.
When the war ended, I was fortunate enough to return with my comrades to reunite with my family. I was granted a small house by the State in a crowded city. The chaotic life, the towering buildings, the city lights with flowers make the moonlight seem far away from me. The moonlight has now been overshadowed by the electric light of a luxurious, noisy life. Over time, I suddenly forgot the presence of my lover that year. No matter how much I love, I also turn into a stranger, the moonlight passes through me like a stranger, unfamiliar, unknown and not as rich as before.
Nature always puts people in ironic moments. Then one day, there was a time when the city left the light. The high-rise room lost power. On reflex, I popped open the window looking for an alternative light source. Bong I met the old people again – moonlight. Face to face, there was something strangely tearful. So many memories, so many feelings before suddenly rushed back into my mind, massively, passionately and passionately. But the more I fell in love, the more embarrassed I became. Facing the moon, I found myself reprehensible and pitiful. Over the years, the moon is still the same, still bright, still round, still deeply affectionate. What about me, will my heart still consider the moon as it used to be. The moon is silent, I am also silent, but there are many waves in my heart. The waves of self-blame, guilt torment, abound in the heart.
I couldn’t hold back the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I cry to blame myself, cry because I miss the moon so much, cry for what has passed, what has been lost and cry for the present moment.
Meeting the old person again is not scary, the scariest thing is that the moment of meeting, our hearts are wobbly, struggling, tormented. Material things can be created, but feelings are very difficult to build. Loyalty, loyalty and sincerity will bring us precious emotions. The moon in general and people in particular are always things worth cherishing and inculcating.
Human life is like a wandering traveler in the journey to find the true values of his life. As a soldier, whether in the battle for the destiny of the nation or when returning to ordinary life, I have found my own values for my life. Yes, life, no matter how many changes, how many changes, what has been with us since childhood, what has been faithfully attached, cannot be erased… Is that the moon of meaning? love?
I still remember, when I was a child, I lived in harmony with nature. It is the long grassland, the river where children often cool off, the beaches that do not know where to end. Those places have left me with many unforgettable memories. Then when the war happened, I attached my life to a new natural space – the forest. And I don’t know when, where nature nurtured me, there was a moon that became a soulmate!
At that time, I remember that I lived a very innocent, joyful life with plants. Nature is carefree, we are also carefree. We consider each other as friends, triki and will forever stick together and can’t be separated. I kept thinking, I will never forget that moon of love and loyalty.
But then, that was just the perception of a childhood, not much collision with the chaotic life. Leaving the natural life in the countryside, I gradually entered the life in the city. A new life with new changes in material things, with the luxury of everything makes my innocence and carefree, making my heart consider the moon as my soulmate, inseparable because of that. instead. Every time the moon passed through the alley, I remained indifferent, treating it as a stranger, not knowing anything at all, the old memories seemed to be gone…
And then, once, the dark town lost power. My room was suddenly dark. No more electric lights radiating everywhere. At that moment, the moon suddenly passed. I quickly looked up at the moon. The moon is still as round and round as ever. The moon still shines in every corner like when I was a kid. Something teary…. So many childhood memories flooded back into my mind. I think back to the old days, when I was still innocent, when I was still in love, considering the moon as my soulmate.
But…. The moonlight was still silent, as if not blaming me for my ignorance. It was that silence that made me startle to think, to think about the change in myself. The moon attached to love doesn’t ask for anything, but sometimes I forget it. The moon did not blame me for anything…. The moon is forgiving…
Life always has changes, sometimes those changes come so we don’t even notice. Or always know how to appreciate the values of life, always appreciate what has been with us. Don’t wait until it’s all gone to realize what is precious, then it’s all too late. Always remember, always appreciate the value of life!
After the country was unified, I was discharged from the army and returned to my hometown. Three years later, I moved to the city to live with my children. To be honest, I still prefer living at home. But my children kept saying that no one was taking care of them, so I had to listen.
City life is full of conveniences. My children are all civil servants, so they don’t lack anything. Having just stepped out of the difficult life of the war, this is a life worth dreaming. I enjoy all the sweetness of that life. No more worries, no more insomnia, no more listening to the crackling firecrackers every night. I enjoyed peaceful sleep and full meals and quickly forgot all my past hardships. But remember what to do. The war is over, the old wounds have also been healed.
Thought I had forever forgotten everything, forever asleep in this comfortable and fake life. Thought the bright lights of the city would bury my life in four discreet, safe but cold lime walls. But not! One night, it came, the old moon of gratitude, awakened my soul in a vain dream.
It was one night the city suddenly lost power. Power outages in the city are not uncommon. But that night, when the false light went out, the room fell into darkness. I quickly opened the window looking for a bit of wind when suddenly, the light of the moon filled the room. The light shot straight into my eyes, illuminating my soul. Oh, that familiar and wondrous light that casts a dim layer of light on the glistening tile. I raised my head and stared up at the sky. The sky is so big. The sky is so clear. The full moon reigns over a vast space. It seemed to be taking over the city, the sky reaching endlessly.
Reminds me of Ly Bach’s old poem:
I thought the ground was covered with dew
Look up at the bright moon
Bow your head to remember your homeland.”
The gentle moonlight illuminates my heart, caressing as if something is soothing all over my body. Moonlight reminds me of the old days. That moonlight has followed me all my life. In the childhood in the old country, the moon came into life like an inherently intimate friend. I remember the peaceful moonlit nights on the river. The high moon sparkles in the deep river, dreamy in the distant sound of the pagoda. I remember the nights when the moon splashed water on the fields. The golden moonlight kept flickering, breaking and then following the rhythm of the bridge. Or the ghostly moonlight in the graveyard behind the village that we children used to play hide and seek after.
That moon is firmly attached to my life, all my childhood in the fields and in the pool. Many nights lying under the bright moon, listening to birds chirping but bitter heart. The country is at war. The homeland is being trampled under the enemy’s bombs, how painful it is. I look at the moon. The moon looks at me too. The two were silent, speechless, but understood each other’s hearts.
The next month, I went to war. The moon also followed me up the forest to the mountain. Through many wars, the moon is still with me, faithful and affectionate. The moon illuminates the night march of the deep forest. The moon rushes into battle. The assault moon opened the way to guide our troops forward. The moon attacks the enemy. The moon is our comrade, our comrade.
Many nights, in the middle of a deserted forest, lying in an umbrella hammock, in the middle of the march, looking at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly missed home dearly. The gentle moonlight between the high blue sky, the bright light illuminating the mountains and forests. I wish that tomorrow, when the enemy is destroyed, I return to my hometown to build a new life. Life with the buffalo plow. Day and night plowing the garden to grow vegetables, drinking warm tea at night, watching the full moon. Life is so much fun like that.
The moonlight shines on where I lie like it sympathizes and comforts me. The moonlight understands my heart, comes to ease the pain in my heart. The heart is filled with hatred. I secretly promised to the high moon that I would fight bravely until the country was cleared of enemies. Beautiful life is waiting for me. Relatives are waiting for me. Tears welled up in my eyes when I thought of that.
Alas! No wonder, when the war ended, the old promise I had ever forgotten. Stepping out of the war, I fell into a state of despair. Partly because of being too excited and happy. Partly because I returned to everyday life with new commitments. A full and comfortable material life makes me passionate to enjoy to make up for many years of hard work in the sacred forest of poisonous water. Many times, near life and death, I thought I would not be able to return to meet my gentle wife and children.
The new job in the period of building the country to overcome the consequences of the war keeps me busy day and night. Leaving early and returning late at night left me with no time to think. The silhouette of my hometown and countless memories are still in my heart but have long been closed and hidden. The city is prosperous and beautiful, with colorful lights illuminating the ground and the sky. The old love moon still passed through the sky every night. But I almost didn’t know.
I looked up at the moon. The moon is still the same, still round and shining. Something seems to be tearing up. Suddenly, the image of my beloved homeland appeared in my heart. Every field, every mountain, every river suddenly returned rushing. Suddenly I burst into tears. Tears rolled down hot cheeks.
It was tears of sorrow for the old days. Tears of regret when she realized that she had been indifferent to the past of love, indifferent to the faithful moon. Though we, the soldiers, have long since forgotten. But the moon has not changed over the years. The moon is always beside us, watching over us. The moon is loyal and we are indifferent and cold to it.
The moonlight was silent, saying nothing. It was a stern silence that reminded me of my painful but loving past. The moon is not angry, serious but tolerant, which makes me even more heartbroken. I realized for a long time that I had been indifferent to the past, indifferent to the pain that the nation had just experienced. Many times I have excused myself that doing a good job in the present is already contributing to the country. And what I get is due to my efforts, is completely worth it.
But in fact, it was a selfish and heartless life. How many people are still silently sacrificing themselves because of the remaining enemy bombs and bullets, because of constant hunger. The pain is still smoldering in the hearts of the nation. The enemy has left, but their consequences continue to hurt so many people. So many families, so many people have not been able to find happiness. The whole nation is struggling to overcome it. As for me, I am overwhelmed and happy in material life.
The more I think about it, the more sorry I feel. Thanks to the moon for helping me understand and realize myself. I have to do something to be worthy of the nation. I need to do something to make up for the mistake. I must live up to the soldier’s spirit in the new era, continuing to pioneer in the nation’s most difficult tasks. Sure. I definitely have to attach myself to the duties of the nation. Be sure to appreciate the past and live worthy of what you have received. This life is not only for me but for the whole nation, for the heroic people who have devoted themselves to the independence and freedom of the country.
On weekends, I often sit and read books, it’s a way to relax after a tiring week of school. That Sunday morning, I was still reading as usual when suddenly my father went out. I was quite surprised because a busy person like my father often took advantage of rest at home on weekends with routine jobs such as watching TV, reading newspapers… I was surprised and asked where the father and son were going. Dad smiled.
– It’s a very interesting place, you will know when you come.
Hearing that, I stopped asking and eagerly prepared to leave. I imagined it to be a park, an amusement park… but I didn’t expect it to be a cafe in Hang Buom, Sword Lake with the name “Soldier”. I felt curious and amused when I entered. This is a very strange cafe that I have never been to. Everything in the room has something very sacred. Soldiers’ backpacks, mortar hats, rifles, bulletproof vests… All brought me back to the past of a war when bombs and bullets exploded.
I looked at the entire room, it was like a “small museum” displaying wartime memorabilia. While looking around passionately, I suddenly saw a middle-aged man about my father’s age, came out to greet him and shook his hand cordially. Later, I found out that it was a date between my father and a friend when he was in the army. The restaurant today is quiet but feels like a large space in a corner where three people are talking. Three cups of coffee steamed, opening the conversation between my father and my father’s friend.
My father introduced me that his name is Trung, a close friend of his father during the war. Father and Uncle Trung together overcame many difficulties and challenges during the years of fierce anti-Americanism. Glancing at my father’s friend, I saw that even though he was the same age as my father, he looked a bit older. The square-shaped face with the crow’s feet on the eye contour creates a gentle, experienced and somewhat quiet look. His personality exudes a simple yet dignified look in tune with the atmosphere of this quaint cafe. While I was lost in thought, Uncle Trung asked me:
– You must be wondering about this cafe?
I immediately replied:
– Yes. Why is this cafe so weird?
Uncle laughed, took a sip of coffee, and continued:
– This cafe with you is not a shop for business, but it is a place to keep memories and memories of unforgettable years.
“So it is,” I said to myself. I have somewhat understood the purpose that my father brought me here. Intrigued, I asked:
– What is your most special impression of the wartime?
Uncle Trung did not rush to answer, his eyes turned to the corner of the shop, where wartime pictures are displayed. It was a picture of a full moon, incredibly beautiful. Still looking at it, she spoke to me as if she were talking to herself:
– For me, war is not only about the image of bombs falling and exploding, but also about the image of a special friend who has helped me realize many things about the truth of life – the moon.
To my surprise, as if reading the shock on my face, he continued:
– When I was a child, I was born and raised in a countryside where there are all the simple and simple beauties of the Vietnamese countryside. There are rice fields, rivers with wide sea and white sand. The moon has been with me since childhood, I can see that illusory light everywhere. I still remember, when I was a child, and every evening, I went to the beach with my friends to have fun. The moonlight on the sea surface sparkled like it was gliding with the waves crashing on the shore. The gentle breeze brings with it the salty taste of the sea, the sound of the waves whispering and the moon shining brightly every summer night as velvet, imprinted with your childhood. Then when walking and waiting, the moon is also associated with me. You might think that a soldier’s life will only be filled with guns and fire, but a soldier’s life also has moments of poetry and romance. At that time, the moon was the soulmate. The moon has always accompanied him on the road to battle, team meetings, ambushes waiting for the enemy. Thanks to the moon, the soldiers seem to be strengthened, fanning their dreams and hopes for peace. Uncle thought that he would never forget that confidant. So that…
Pause, I seem to hear a sigh from him. Silence, I wait for you to continue:
– After the war ended, he moved to the city to live. Unlike the miserable life in the countryside during the war, urban life is much more comfortable and modern. In the past, it seemed that the light of the moon was the only one, every summer night just wished to sit on the porch to watch the moon. Learning is only under that magical shimmering light. But now is different. Without the moon, all human activities are illuminated by electric lights. So I don’t have the habit of looking at the moon anymore. When night falls, the moon appears, and I no longer have the eagerness to wait. The moon has become an unknown stranger. Until one day, the whole building where he lived lost power. The room was dark, and he quickly threw open the window, and the moon appeared right in front of him. At that time, there was a strong emotion in his heart that made the corners of his eyes tear up. Seeing that familiar moon, so many memories came rushing back. The moments of watching the moon appear as before your eyes. The moon is still full, still shimmering despite the passage of time even though people have changed. In that moment, I understood many things. Uncle blamed himself for being heartless, having forgotten a close friend.
His voice was warm, his eyes were red, and something was still there. Maybe it’s because you’re so emotional. And like something broke in my mind. I understand that I was born and raised in peacetime and do not understand the hardships of wartime. Happiness and peace today is achieved thanks to the sacrifices and refuges of so many people. Therefore, we must know how to look back at the past, think about what we have done, about the people around us to feel, understand and appreciate the present moment.
Before my father and son returned home, Uncle Trung gave me a picture of the moon of the shop and gently told me:
– Life is now cluttered with so much hustle and bustle, people are easily indifferent, indifferent to traditional values, with the past of gratitude. Sometimes you have to learn to look “backwards”, slow down, think differently and love more.
I immediately said thank you because thanks to your story today, this little girl has had another useful lesson in life. On the way back home, I suddenly remembered a quote by writer Nguyen Minh Chau: “Please, everyone, please pause for a minute from the busy, jostling pace of life to think about yourself”.
After Vietnam was liberated and reunified, I was discharged from the army to return to my hometown. After three years living in the countryside, my son and daughter-in-law invited me to the city to live with them so that they could work safely. Honestly, I still prefer living in the countryside. Because, in the countryside, the air is fresh, I have relatives and relatives who chat early in the afternoon to relieve sadness. But my children said: “Dad is in the countryside without anyone to take care of us, we are not secure”. So, I had no more excuses and had to listen.
Life in the modern city, the streets are always crowded, bustling with many passersby and I live in my son’s house, which is fully furnished. My sons and daughter-in-law are all civil servants, state officials, so there is nothing lacking. Having just left the hard and difficult life of the wartime, this is a life worth dreaming. I have enjoyed all the sweet days life has to offer while with my children. I no longer have to think, worry for long and no longer lose sleep and no longer hear the roaring artillery of war every night. I enjoyed day after day with good sleeps, nutritious meals, and gradually I quickly forgot all my previous hardships. I encouraged myself: “What’s the point of remembering now? Anyway, the war is over, the old wounds have already healed.”
Life goes on, I seem to have forever forgotten everything, forever living with the present life full of amenities like this. It seemed that the bright lights of the city would keep my feet forever within the four discreet, safe but cold walls of lime. But suddenly one night, the moonlight of the old friendship came to awaken my soul, making my life disturbed by illusory dreams and indescribable emotions.
It was one night the city had a power cut. Power cuts in the City are also not uncommon and uncommon. But that night, when the light of the electric bulbs went out, suddenly darkness covered the entire room. I hurriedly, opened the window to find some wind, when suddenly, the light of the moon flooded the room. The light of the moon shone straight into my eyes, through my soul. Oh the familiar and wonderful light that day has come. It spreads a layer of faint light on the glossy tile background. I raised my head and gazed up at the high and wide sky and felt so clear. The full moon, illuminating a large and endless space.
The gentle moonlight shined everywhere and it seemed to shine into my heart, making me feel like there was something soothing all over my body. Moonlight reminds me of the old days. That moonlight has followed me for the rest of my life. Ever since I was a teenager in my hometown, the moonlight has entered my life like a close friend. I recall the peaceful moonlit nights on the river. The moon shines down on the river creating sparkling, fanciful lights. I remember the moonlit nights with me splashing water in the fields. The moonlight flickered in, broke and then followed each span of the bridge. Or the ghostly moonlight in the cemetery behind the village where our kids used to play hide and seek.
That moon tied the harvest to my life, from my childhood until I grew up. Many nights lying under the bright moon, listening to birds chirping but bitter, bitter because the country is in the war. The homeland was trampled by the invaders under bombs and bullets. I look at the moon and the moon looks at me too. Both of them remained silent, but both understood each other’s feelings.
The next month, I decided to go to war. The moon also followed me up the forest, up the mountain. After many wars from the North to the South, the moon still follows me, faithful and affectionate with me. The moon illuminates the marching steps in the deep forest night. The moon rushed into battle with even the soldiers. The volunteer moon opened the way for our troops to attack the enemy. Moon is a comrade, a comrade who always stands by us.
Many nights of marching, in the middle of a deserted forest, lying in an umbrella hammock, I looked at the moon in the sky and suddenly missed my hometown. The gentle moonlight in the high blue sky, the bright light shines across the mountains and forests. I wish that, later, when I could defeat the invaders, I would return to my hometown to rebuild a new life. Agricultural life with buffalo, plow. Every day hoeing the garden to grow green vegetables, enjoying warm tea at night and watching the full moon. For me, life like that is enough fun.
The moonlight shines on my bed like it sympathizes and comforts me. The moonlight seemed to understand my heart, soothe my heart filled with hatred. I secretly promised the moonlight that I would bravely fight to defeat the enemy and bring peace to the country. A beautiful life is waiting for me ahead, relatives are waiting for me at home. When I think of this, suddenly tears well up in my eyes.
Alas! I did not expect that when the war ended, my old promise to the moonlight had been forgotten ever since. The day I returned victorious, I fell into a state of depression. Partly because of being too excited and happy. Partly because I returned to my daily life with new commitments. The material life full of facilities makes me passionate to enjoy to make up for the hard years of fighting in the sacred forest and poisonous water. Many times, near death, it seemed impossible to return to meet his gentle wife and children.
Every day, I do a new job during the period of nation building and overcoming the consequences of war quite busy. Leaving early and coming back late leaves me no time to think. The silhouette of my hometown and countless memories are still in my memory, but it has long been closed and hidden. In urban areas, the streets are prosperous and beautiful, with sparkling colored lights illuminating the ground and sky. The old love moon still passed through the sky every night, but I didn’t seem to notice it so I didn’t know it.
I looked up at the sky and looked at the moon. The moon is still the same, still round and shining everywhere. And now, something seems to be tearing up. In my head, images of my hometown, fields, mountains, rivers, etc. suddenly appeared and rushed back. Suddenly, I got emotional and burst into tears. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
It was the sad tears of the old days. Tears of regret when she realized that she had been indifferent to the past of love, indifferent to the faithful moon. Though we soldiers have long since forgotten. But no matter how long the moon passes, it remains unchanged. The moon is always by our side and watching over us. The moon is loyal and we inadvertently treat it coldly.
The moon was silent and said nothing. It was a stern silence that reminded me of my painful but loving past. The moon is not angry, serious but tolerant, which makes me even more heartbroken. I realized for a long time that I had been indifferent to the past, indifferent to the pain that the Vietnamese people had just experienced. Many times, I have made excuses that I have done a good job in the present, that I have already contributed to the country. And what I received today is completely worth it for my efforts.
But in fact, it was a selfish and heartless life. How many people are still silently sacrificing themselves because the enemy’s bombs and bullets are still left, because of constant hunger. The pain is still smoldering in the hearts of the Vietnamese people. The enemy has already left, but their consequences still leave many people hurt. So many families, so many people have not found happiness. The whole nation was struggling to overcome it, but I was overwhelmed with the joy of a fully material life.
The more I think about it, the more guilty I feel. Thank you to the moonlight for illuminating, helping me understand and see myself again. I have to do something to be worthy of the nation. I need to do something to make up for my mistakes. I must live worthy of the spirit of the soldier in the era of renewal, continue to pioneer in the difficult tasks of the nation. I definitely have to appreciate the past in order to live well and deserve what I received. This life is not only for me but also for the whole Vietnamese people, for the heroes who have devoted themselves to the independence and freedom of the Fatherland.
Homeland is the most sacred, magical and beautiful land in the soul of every human being. I was born and raised in a peaceful and beautiful countryside. My childhood was the days when I could immerse myself in the cool wind, beside the fields with the wings of storks flying, the gentle rivers loaded with silt… My childhood memories are full of wonderful memories. great memorable.
War suddenly came, listening to the call of the Fatherland and defending the homeland, I and my friends went to the army. The life attached to the wild mountains and forests reeked of bombs and bullets made my heart swell with longing, anxious homesickness. The village, the family and the familiar scenes kept appearing in the mind. The long nights of standing guard, my teammates and I often raise our heads high, depending on the bright moonlight above our heads. Once he asked me:
– Do you miss your hometown? Every time I see the moon, I remember the peaceful days in my hometown, I don’t know when I will be able to return to that time.
I don’t remember how I responded to him, only that at that moment, the memories I had kept for so long seemed to be broken. In the old childhood years, I lived with the rivers, forests and seas, immersed in the cool nature and innocent and thoughtless. During these arduous years of war, I was still immersed in the nature of the mountains and forests of the war zone, the scenery more or less changed, my status and status were also different. But every time I raise my head, the moon of gratitude is still there. It’s like watching my growth journey, one step at a time. I thought I would never forget that moon, but…
The war ended, the North and South of the Fatherland were unified, independent and free. I was lucky to survive, so I left the unit and returned to my hometown, saying goodbye to the days of bloody bombs and bullets to live a normal and peaceful life. Years turned around, my son offered to take his father to the city to live. My son’s concern made me unable to refuse, so I had to leave the dear countryside and move to a lavish city full of lights.
The house I live in is fully furnished, located in the center of a crowded, bustling city, with people coming and going. No more worrying, thinking about tomorrow, no longer losing sleep all night or roaring in the ears of the rain, bombs and bullets, I leisurely relax in peaceful sleep, full of delicious meals. The hardships of the past suddenly faded from my mind. Memories and the moon of love are also accidentally forgotten since forever.
Day after day, month after month, I thought that I had forever forgotten the past, used to living with modern luxury, full of amenities. It seemed that the bright light in the city would forever keep me in the four walls of discreet whitewash, safe but somewhat lonely, one night, the moonlight suddenly came, awakening my soul and soul. evokes many indescribable emotions.
Above, the moon is still round and round, radiating silver light covering everywhere. But there was something tearing up, choking. Images of my hometown with rivers, fields,… suddenly flashed into my mind. The emotion that can’t be named makes me cry out loud, tears of uncontrollable sadness, rolling down my cheeks. I regret waking up, realizing that I have been indifferent to the past of love, to the faithful moon. I have changed but the moon is still intact, loving, always beside and watching over us.
My heart suddenly aroused many thoughts and nostalgia, living like me then, forgetting the past many hardships is living heartless and selfish. How many people are still quietly with the remaining bombs and bullets of the enemy, scattered all over the country, how many people are still squirming in constant poverty. The pain of loss is still smoldering in the hearts of the nation because the war is far away, but the traces of it imprinted on the nation’s figure are still there. When the whole people are trying to overcome the past, I happily enjoy a life full of material things.
Without the moonlight shining today, I don’t know when I will wake up and look at myself. Today’s independent and free life is not for anyone but for the whole Vietnamese nation, the result of many national heroes who had to exchange their lives and bones. I feel that I have to do something worthy of the Fatherland, to compensate for my selfishness and to live up to the spirit of a new age soldier. The past, though painful, is a precious memory, cherish it to live better and live up to what you received.
I used to be a soldier, holding a gun to fight to protect the country. And now, the memories settle on a past time and there was an incident that made me feel like I was enlightened, looking back at my own way of life.
My childhood was very peaceful when I lived in a peaceful village, with only a few simple bamboo-walled houses. People here live together very harmoniously, attached to nature. My hometown is poor, lacks electricity, so when night falls, only the full moon illuminates for our children to have fun, go down to the river to collect crabs and shrimps. Sometimes I like to sit quietly by the riverbank, watching the afterimage of the moon emerging on the water, leisurely, sparkling like a wonderful, beautiful scene. The peaceful life seemed to pass like that, but when the war broke out, as a child of the country, I had to leave my homeland and go to the battlefield, bombs dropped and bullets exploded. The lack of material and military equipment; in the deep, murky forest, danger is always my worry. But thanks to my teammates, the whole moon is always by my side, I feel like I have more strength to go through all the hardships. One night when I was with the night watchman, he asked me:
– Who do you think…who is your friend and confidant since childhood?
– Of course there’s the bright moon up there. – I answered you, without hesitation
– Yeah…- He looked up at the high blue sky, quietly looked, and suddenly smiled.
I answer like that, because I always think that the moonlight is the one who is always by my side wherever I go, guiding me to battle. To me, the moon is not simply a natural creation, but it is a soulmate, love, and loyalty right in this sacred forest.
The war was over, peace was restored, I was discharged from the army and returned to my hometown. Not long after that, I also moved to the city to live and get married. In a luxurious house, amenities are no longer lacking as before, I don’t have to worry anymore. Stepping out into the street at night, the surrounding electricity made me forget about some important things in life. Even though the moonlight passed through the alley every day, it was left to me, like a stranger crossing the street. Then one day, when I was leaning on a comfortable chair, reading a good book in my hand, suddenly the bright room became dark. Unconsciously, I quickly ran away, burst open the previously locked window, and what moon appeared in front of my eyes…. The old memories gradually appeared in my memory: river, forests, trees, mountains… and the moon. I was silent, I could only look up at the moon, everything around me now became uncertain. At that time, the moon was still round, full of old love. The moon was silent and didn’t say anything, but I understood, the moon was sternly reminding me as if it was condemning, denouncing my indifferent, indifferent way of life. I only know regret, self-blame as if questioning my own conscience, I was even more startled when I realized that I was the one who had forgotten the old friendship.
Thanks to the moon, I can once look back at myself, as well as draw lessons on how to live a moral life: “drinking water, remember the source”, faithful gratitude to the past.