[SanhDieu]- Cái nắng ấm áp của mùa hè giờ chỉ còn là những kỷ niệm...

Thu sang rồi đông tới, chúng ta ngồi lại đây để ôn lại những kỷ niệm không thể quên của một mùa hè ấm áp và tràn đầy yêu thương. Hạnh phúc là được sẻ chia những cảm xúc của mình, hạnh phúc cũng là tìm được những người có đồng cảm xúc giống như mình. Cuộc thi “Cảm Xúc Mùa Hè 2009” do Trung tâm Giáo dục và Đạo tạo Úc (ACET), Chi nhánh công ty Giáo Dục IDP, Cleverlearn Việt Nam – Trung tâm Anh ngữ duy nhất tại Việt Nam được Viện Khảo khí Giáo dục Hoa Kỳ (ETS) Ủy quyền là Điểm thi TOEIC và TOEFL iBT (internet – Based Test) và Công ty Cổ phần HT Media phối hợp tổ chức. Cuộc thi đã thực sự trở thành cầu nối cảm xúc giữa con người với con người khi nhận được rất nhiều những bài dự thi là những lời tâm sự về những kỷ niệm không thể quên. Những kỷ niệm tưởng chừng như đơn giản nhưng lại sâu sắc và đầy ý nghĩa. Chúng ta cùng lắng nghe những dòng tâm sự của bạn Nguyễn Xuân Triều – chủ nhân của suất học bổng thứ 2 của chương trình nhé. “It was a summer morning. Birds were twittering the same old song on the trees. The air was still fresh with the delicious breath of yesterday night’s rain. The water has refueled the dry soil below and flamed up countless little buds, as green as the fire of youth’s hope, on the branches. Everything was perfect and promising for a vacation. Hand in hand, they came through the small window of a man’s room to be admiringly captured in his eyes. About the man? He’s still young, 20, simple, good looking, at least this is what other girls described him and was feverishly preparing for his first trip to the countryside. He was raised up in a good family with two decent incomes from both parents. Being the only child, he was early immune from the outside world. This is to say he doesn’t have much social experience and lives of other people are still a mystery to him. Summer sunset is like a girl, hot and beautiful. The rosy horizon looked similar to her skirt wavering in the last vast of sunlight, which all soothed the man’s mind. He was falling asleep and the car carrying him was flying like bullet towards the destination. The following morning, fresh air of the previous days still lingered but the endemic hot of big cities had been dispelled, leaving space for a faint veil of fog to encompass the green rice fields. The young man eagerly walked along the small dyke, singing something unclear and thinking something so vague. He was allowed to go around in the town, for the very first time, all alone on a strange land. He and his bicycle slowly passed several places. He saw a woman, who was about his mother’s age, and other four children living in a nearly-to-shatter cottage. Their house was no better than what the man, when a boy, built from banana leaves to play with his friends, he thought. He also saw the happiness brightening their grey faces when some little loaves of bread were brought home by the breadwinner of the house. On his iron horse, he continued the trip. Sounds of laughter reached him faintly. Children, as young as his nephew, were going to school. Their trousers had been worn out and although they were dark blue, some areas had been whitened, a brutal result of excessive usage over long period of time. They did not have white shoes to go to school as did the man but old sandals made heavier by mud on the rural road. In spite of that, they were still happy; their laughing could be heard from far away, as clear as the bell and as beautiful as morning dew. For a moment, a glance of reflection and then a suspension of thought crossed his mind. It brought him to the past when he was this age. He still remembered his reaction when his mother bought him the shoes with wrong color or how irritated he was when some mud accidentally fell on his shirt, leaving indelible marks. Now, he’s ashamed, by what reason was still unknown. It was suspended by something. Strangely enough, in 20 years of living, this might be the first time a young man thought seriously on what he had and how he treated his life. “Oh, I’m hungry”. The flow of thinking was disrupted as hunger rang its alarm. “Should there be any place to have breakfast in this town?” he thought, “there must be. No one can live without eating. Such a smart inference” he pleased. After a while, “aha, it was there”, a modest but clean place selling “banh canh”, a Vietnamese traditional fast food. When he nearly finished his breakfast, the man saw a woman entering. She quickly offered her lotteries to a nearby man, who seemed to be wealthy, maybe a civil worker. Her voice was soft and she was lightly trembling. He did not pay any attention and she went away to another table. No reply either from the customer and the process repeated several times. Everyone simply ignored the woman as if she wasn’t there. They just carried on their eating without saying any slightest refusal, let alone a polite one. The young man was stunned, literally, by that which he entitled “the bitter indifference”. He was so because he knew well that it is up to everyone to buy lottery or not but the problem is the people’s attitude towards the woman. They might have thought that she was just like an animal wandering around in search of food and that their indifference might be their most polite behaviour, if not they would shout at and throw her out. The young man realized immediately after her entering that she was the woman he saw with four children earlier this day. Being full, he slowly came back and when the night fell, the silence of the countryside was deafening, especially when compared to the incessant noise in the city.” Mọi thắc mắc xin vui lòng gửi về địa chỉ: hoặc theo số điện thoại: 04 6282 0038 Ran