Homeland as an affectionate mother nurtured my soul

        Departing footsteps leaving the hometown you want to establish a great career. But when I return to mother earth homeland with empty hands. The soul is full of profound vulnerability. To life and almost did not. The last known person in earth lap truly sinister and unpredictable. And his heart was always villagers generous, tolerant. His native land only a desire to get rich. The boys, girls are sacrificed everything to get rich. Not that his country famous rich region. Go into all the world, nowhere good in his own country.

      His peasant naivete capital, meek, the merciful. They always lived together by means of love. When immersed in the atmosphere of the homeland and the country. I realized that there was nowhere as good as the homeland. There was nowhere for us to add strength multiplies in her homeland as both. Thank the motherland always outstretched wings welcomed us back. Although in his still wounded. Prices do not walk away from his homeland. Then than now, our life will be more beautiful lot nowadays.
      Many people go away settlers and the land where the guest list. But most of their life is not as good as in the homeland. But despite the name outside so no matter what. When returning home, he was no different departure time is how. Homeland has always been elected sweet milk. Nourishes the soul and personality of each of us.
       I have traveled almost alien surroundings youth lives. In order to return home with an empty wallet. The heart and soul that we have so many injuries. Noun startup from scratch in the homeland. Self said he would never leave the homeland again. Since the farming land has to grow up. My soul was sent in the place full. How many joys and sorrows of childhood well here. Life on earth where visitors can even happy, full enough. Also not happy with his hometown only grain, potatoes. Living among our homeland as someone hugs, pats on. By the people where hometown always effusive warmth. We arms to embrace the homeland at heart. Oh homeland as an affectionate mother nurtured my soul.
                                                                              Author: Pham Thi Hoi