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Báo Sài Gòn Giải phóng•19/02/2026 Animals migrate seasonally. Except us But Always remember the old place And the two feet kept moving. From a rural province On the city sidewalk Crossing the border Beyond the Voice But Except us Indefinite migration To grow old in my homeland But Everything looks normal. A personal feeling The land remains intact. Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/di-cu-post838661.html Tag: migrationsaintsfeelingslandBig DipperTurkey

Normally, when someone remembers Tet (Vietnamese New Year), they usually think of their birthplace, the lullabies of their mother, the quiet figure of their father, the joyful family dinners, and the lively fireworks on New Year's Eve. Perhaps no one remembers Tet in such a funny way as I do. My parents had many children. My eldest brother and second sister were quite a bit older than us. By the time I grew up, they had both left home to go to university. My next brother is two years older than me.

From the plain communes of Hoa Thinh, Hoa Dong, Hoa My, Hoa Tan, Hoa Tri, Hoa Dinh, Hoa Tam, Hoa Xuan... to the mountainous communes of An Dinh, An Linh, Dong Xuan, everywhere appeared many trucks carrying goods with banners "Central relief", " Phu Yen compatriots relief", "For beloved Central region"... from all over the country. I came to Dak Lak with a group of friends with the same purpose.