Embracing Fatherland Day.

July again, the season of filial again. The sadness of the late days makes us feel happy thinking about life, thinking about mother - about father. The late father's mother and his mother's father.

Vu Lan - two hours sound familiar, but when listening to someone reminded me of impatiently back to think and mother. Mother, that divine calling always makes me think so much. Is in the heart of every human being, mother is always the most beautiful image: Mother is home, mother is everything. Mother's love for children like water in the source is never exhausted. All my life I have lived, sacrificed for my happiness. "Great Mother as Pacific Ocean," a musician has uttered so! If the sea of ​​Taiping immense water, the love of mother for children is the same. Why thank the mother's birth, the father's merit. So the ancients often said:

And his father was red like a son, 
and he lost his heel.

Nine months to bear the mother suffered hard. Then I was born to adulthood is a period of anxiety parents care for children. When I was sick, my mother was the best doctor. Is it possible for me to live the best life? My love for you is never dry.

Father's father as Thai Son Mountain, 
mother like water in the source out. 
A mother worship her father, 
Give new filial letter is the child.

The verse is so familiar that everyone can recite, but few really feel the meaning of it, how many people round the "child"? All of us who are not born by the father, mother who is present in this world without the parents. Father of motherhood as Thai Son high, as fresh water bath cool children. I was born in the anxiety of my father, in the pain of her mother. But my mother's heart was full of joy when the child opened her eyes and she was the mother's happiness, her father's pride. Open your eyes to the door of life is wide open, do not fear baby love to take courage, pick up the child in his mother's father. Struggling back and forth, mother father wrestled with life for the shirt, pieces of rice, the word ... Because the smile of young children to manage time, even if the crime must be a crime into karma.

But childhood did not know the distinction must be left, until the great talent, in us who truly grateful to parents, repay the meaning of birth. We have been used by his father, care mother should think that it is the responsibility, is the responsibility of me father forget the deep meaning. We are selfish and self-centered, worrying about building our future, forgetting our aging parents, waiting for a loving care, a heartfelt welcome. Then when disappointed, inferior to the people we resent father angry mother. Alas! I really do not know how to swear. Sometimes, when your parents are old and weak, they will not be able to care for you. Why do not you remember when childhood, eat not say, nor let alone go to the stand, who is the novice, protect? Then when the parents lost their lament to tell the meaning of what is not. On the altar of cold incense smoke is only the photo is not lifeless, his mother is not anymore!

I did not wait one day 
When my mother died we were startled crying. 
Who can hold the 
time, 
Who ever floating? 
I grew up 
Mother day by day more and more old age 
The silent journey of the sunset. 
I did not wait one day 
Someone put on a shirt for a baby platinum 
Newly realized that I lost my mother. 
Beautiful flowers. 
Why panic: How 
long tears of his ...?

Now I feel the loneliness, cold without lack of love of parents. Who will be comforting when sad, who sustains when life pushes? Only parents are sacrificing all for their children without asking for repayment. Parents are peaceful dock, a source of love and happiness. No parent is the greatest pain, the most unhappy that nothing can compensate. Happily as a parent, when put on a red rose love love!

Today ... 
How many times did he stop on the street known 
cone hat standing in the street car. 
Who lost her mother? 
Why are you 
crying: How long is your tears ...?

Vu Lan - cloudy, light sun this afternoon to collect ... Fallen leaves fall into the summer melancholy ... and the eyes are brimming with white flowers. White flowers, white flowers are no longer mother. White flowers are attached to the coat. How many times in the past, I picked up the white flowers - I picked up the pain of cramping. Mommy! But why do you still see the surprise, the lack of looking at the color of white flowers hurt. The pain of losing her mother came back like autumn wind. The bell sounded, I want to find her mother but where to find? But Vu Lan goes back, I look for mother in memory, I look for mother in nostalgia and you look for mother in the pain ...

Last day, spring age will pass, old age will come. Money material, health will also fade but love, merit, never to fade. Let's round the filial piety, round the child. Do not let the last moment of life turn your head to regret it is too late! END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.26/8/2018.