The idea of ​​the mother is often inseparable from the idea of ​​love. That love is a sweet material, soft and of course is delicious. Children without love does not grow up to be. Adults without love is not "big" to be. Barren, withered away. On my mother died, I wrote in her diary: the biggest accident happened to me then! That takes a few big mother, nor large, felt helpless, lost, and nothing more than an orphan. The song, the ode to love her always easy or all, or well. The writing, though no genius, there are also sincere vibe; the singing, except that no mother who from childhood have not a notion, touched everyone comes to love her. These songs praising love with her everywhere, any time there. Poem loss of mother that I like best, from childhood, is a very simple poem. Mother was still alive, but every time he read the fear, anxiety ... fear anxiety for something far, less than, but certainly not to:

In the past I was a kid

my mother died!

I first understood

orphan status.

everyone around me cry

my silence after

tears to flow

less suffering is gone ...

Sunset on the grave

temple bell fell down slightly

I found my lost mother

spend an entire sky.

A sweet loving sky, I was swimming too long in it, happy or not, so today it opened the show has lost it. The Vietnamese peasant Nam said the high public distaste. Old mother said she is a treasure of love, of happiness, it also has a high period. Old mother said a second banana, something sticky, something sweet sugar, rural people have described the situation just a simple mother has just the right level:

Old mother of three flavor like bananas

As a sticky sticky, like sugar cane reeds.

Know how much good! The light just bitter at the mouth just after a fever, the time so there is no food I could suggest is our taste. Only when the mother arrived, pulled the blankets up to our chest, placed his hand (the hand, or is that heaven is a free meter?) On the hot forehead and complained that "suffering is not, my child," we feel full full, warm, imbued with love of her sweet nature, sweet aromatic flavor as three bananas, sweet sticky glutinous as a whole and strong lim throat as sugar cane reeds. Mother love is everlasting, any good; the three-flavor banana, sugar cane reed, a sticky glutinous never end. The father as Mount Tai, which means mother "as the source of flowing water." Water is flowing out of any great power. Mother love is the root of all feelings of love. She is professor of love, a most important departments in the university life. No she would not know love. Thanks to her I know what is humanity, the living beings that I have his mother was little sense of moral compassion. Because the mother is the root of love, the idea of ​​a mother and bosses love the idea of ​​religion, which also teaches about love. Buddhism has virtue Quan Yin, revered mother form. The baby opened her mouth to cry, then ran to the place. She appeared as a gentle angel dissipated suffering anxiety. Christianity has the Blessed Mother, Holy Virgin Mary. The popular belief is Marian Lieu Hanh Vietnamese, and her form. Because just hearing the name of mother, we saw hearts filled with love then. That go from love to faith and action are not spending a few steps away.

Tay Phuong Vu Lan no date but also on Mom (Mother's Day) May tenth. I do not know what the home to him. One day I went with him to the bookstore Thien in the Ginza in Tokyo, half way to meet some of Japanese students, your teacher Thien. There is a small teacher asked her students a question Thien, then taken in an eminent white carnations installed on my white shirt buttons. I'm strange, confused, I do not know her, but dared not ask, trying to seem natural to think that there is a practice that cost. After they finished talking, we are on the books, teaching him new Thien told me it was on her, according to West. If his mother, he will be installing a pink flower on the shirt, and his mother would be proud. If he lost his mother, he will be installed on a flower shirt trang.Toi white flowers look back on that shirt suddenly not deserve it. I also like any other orphaned children being very miserable way; we do not have to be installed on the jacket boasts a pink flower. The white flowers will be seen laments, Trade Me, do not forget her, even the dead. The commission will find pleasure in mind that his mother, and tries to please her, lest a mountain tomorrow mourning the dead no longer keep up anymore. I saw that beautiful flower to install and think you can imitate signal applied on Vu Lan.

She is a stream, a timeless treasure, yet very time we do not know, to waste an unjust way. She is the greatest gift that life gave us, who are already mothers. Do not wait until the mother dies and then say: God, I lived with her mother over some ten years but not always look cool. Always just a glance. Exchanged a few brief sentences. Apply for food gifts. Demanding things. Hold your warm sleeping mother. Prickly. More splendid. Cause many troubles for parents to worry, ill wear, staying up late to get up early for me. Premature death as well as children. For her life to cooking and sewing, washing, cleaning. And to his busy life up and down on the interest list. I do not have time to look at me. And I do not have time to look at her. To the mother died, I have the feeling: it's like I never really have a sense that their mothers.

This afternoon after school, or they go to work at work on, I go to her room with a quiet smile and very durable. I will sit down with her mother. Parent pointer will stop, but do not say. Then you will see her very long, very carefully to see and to know that her mother was alive and sitting beside me. Holding her hand, she will ask a brief attention motherhood. I asked, "Mom, mom know that?". I'll be a little surprised and asked him, asked, smiling: "Know What". Still looking into her eyes, smile remained quiet and durable, they will say: "I know that I love you?" Section. Questions will be answered. Although most people the age of forty three people can also ask a question like that, because you are the child's mother. Mother and I will happily, will live in the eternal sense of compassion. Mother and child would have become immortal, and tomorrow, she lost, she will not regret, pain.

Vu Lan day we heard lectures and read books on his section of the Contact and effective way to. The father, that mother. Filial. I bow to the Buddha for his mother to live longer. Or, to take up ten to pray for her uncle is bliss dreary place, if the mother has lost. Child without the child taste away. But they also taste the love that shall not have love, taste just artificial, difficult, awkward, trying hard work. That love is all I meet. Need more it comes to duty. Trade mother is something very natural. As thirsty they drink water. Children must have parents, to her injury. This is not the right word moral obligation. This is of course right. Son of the injured natural mother, as well as the natural desire to find drinking water. Mother and children, so I love you. I need her mother to child. If parents do not need me, I do not need her, it is not her child. It's just a mother abused word. Old teacher asked: "I love you but then how?". I replied: "Well said, try and help, taking care of elderly mother at the mother dead and worship of the mountain." Now I know that I love you is not "how" anything. Every parent brand, is quite enough, I meet all necessary information to ask "how" anymore!

Trade mother is not a moral issue. He thought that I write this to recommend him for his ethics is mistaken. Trade is an issue parents enjoy. Mother sweet streams, such as sugar cane reed, like sticky sticky one. He did not enjoy it worthwhile for him. I do not enjoy it for her loss. I warn you know. To this tomorrow you do not lament that our lives had nothing at all. A gift like that parent is not satisfied with reasonable graphics to the Jade Emperor was just that, with our new, new joy. But I knew the Jade Emperor is not happy where, by the Jade Emperor who is spontaneous, never have been blessed with a mother.

I tell this story, you do not tell me foolish. Ought not to go get my sister and my husband, I should not go to the new religious right. We leave that to mothers, who are the new life besides loving son, who then take the moral ideals and his passion for worship. On going to marry my sister, my mother worried whirring, do not exhibit more sadness. But when we eat in the room, waiting for lunch to pick strawberries now, then my mom did not swallow any pieces. She said, eighteen years he sat with his meal, now it's the last meal then it will go in a different food. My sister fell head plate, crying. She said only children do not get married again. But eventually she is going to marry. And I give her the convent. "Cat charity from relatives of" the people have a desire for praise renunciation. I'm not proud of spending on both compliment. I love her, but my ideal, so keep away from her. Disadvantage for me, that's all. In the life that sometimes we have to choose. Without any choice is not suffering. He could not catch his hands. The suffering is because people want to do so he must be suffering. I regret not give her a monk but I regret my very being and compassion for the disadvantaged should not be enjoying all that precious treasure. Every afternoon bowing Buddhist, I pray for her. But I do not eat three banana flavor, sticky sticky rice and sugar cane a wipe.

He also advised him not to trust me: do not pursue that career should be at home with his mother. I said that I did not counseling anyone - I'm not teaching morality - then that. I just asked him: his mother was a banana, is away, the way, the secret, is sweet, is love. Let me not forget. Let me not forget. Lost is a big error: error nor again, that's a disadvantage. I would install in his pocket a rose, to his joy, that's all.

If you have advice, I would recommend him like this. This afternoon, after school, or they go to work on, I go to her room with a quiet smile and very durable. He will sit down with her mother. Parent pointer will stop, but do not say. Then he would look at her a long, carefully, to see and to know that her mother is alive and sitting beside him. Holding her hand, he will ask a brief attention motherhood. He asked: "Mom, mom know that?". I'll be a little surprised and looked at him, smiling, asked: "Know What". Still looking into her eyes, smile remained calm and stable, he will ask next: "I know that I love you?" Section. Questions will be answered. Despite his great age of forty three, forty-three year-old big sister, he also asked his sister. Because of him, because she, because they are children of the mother. Mother and I will happily, will be living in the eternal sense of compassion. The mother died tomorrow, you will not regret, heartache, regret that he has no mother. That's the refrain I want him to hear cases today. And you sing, you sing, I sing for my life do not sink in the very heart, forgotten. I installed a pink flower on his shirt and then. He happily let go.END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY BACH LIEN HOA.NAM MO SHAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.(3 TIMES ).OM MANI PADME HUM.( 3 TIMES ).14/12/2011.