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“Material needs drive humanity away … We cannot say what is good, what is bad because everyone has their own reason, but we can create harmony,” wrote the writer Do Hoang Dieu.
From the american countryside
Near where I live in America there is an old city that looks like a dead metropolis. The brick buildings are still red and dry. Factories fell shut or collided with aluminum and iron shocks. A few freight cars were quietly buried in the rails, as if they hadn’t wanted to take off yet, they wanted to unload the golden thing that was just a monument to the contemporary port. The old train track sank deep into the dead grass, places arched in some sections, as if they were about to escape from the present, back to the past.
In the glorious past, the city was a rich mining place, home to the largest brick factory in the region, a car factory, and busy day and night trains. Then the industry became a big industry, no one wanted to operate small cars, the ore in the mines gradually ran out, the factory moved to the big city.
The world is not flat, the world is a steep slope. That once prosperous town could not climb, it slowly stopped, then fell, its wounds changed before it died. Such a city is easy to see in developed countries.
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| Traffic jam on Lang Street, Hanoi. Photo: Doan Bong |
Are those places still inhabited or is it really a ghost land? The city near me still has many residents, the school is spacious, the forest is full of deer, and the fields are green and green. Because in the past people did not burn all the forests, they did not turn all the land into bricks or bricks or reinforced concrete. Outside the factory is the forest is the field. The workers who work in the factory, the farmer, plow the fields. When the factory closed, the people were still alive and the city was still alight. The old factory was there, personifying the past, witness to the old industry.
Material needs drive humanity away. Only when he is fully human can man find nature. A billionaire just started a farm on a hill, a very successful artist does not need plastic surgery. The wealthy residents of Kent, in the state of Connecticut, dare for the community’s environment to oppose the installation of cell phone towers on their land. Another attitude is that the poor state of West Virginia is happy to sell land to the technology company building a basement. We cannot say what is good or bad because everyone has their own reason. But we can create reconciliation.
Go to the place where cut vegetables are buried
Vietnam is developing, the industry like saplings has started to take off. Vietnam is full of people. One factory was closed and another was replaced. That is worrying and happy. Concerned about unsustainable development. Arrogant concrete blocks sprouted, causing the disappearance of forests, villages, cattle fields.
Saying away, the town is now empty of bamboo and rattan. Instead, the modern pointed stone wall coolly warms the face of the field. The rural river is fragrant and cool, and the water is floating and is now splitting into pieces, lifting clams to scrape the sand. The pure and cuddly Vietnamese dogs were replaced by tall and fierce hybrid dogs.
Where far away, my hometown, the Thanh lowland, has become a city since this summer, making the children laugh and glee as their parents, grandparents with golden feet, stand in bewilderment in front of the stable. where.
As a general rule, children will grow old, sometimes standing bewildered by the abandoned factory, and will remember childhood in the countryside. I just hope there are still fields, away from the river, if there are still rivers … The special feature of Vietnam that Westerners are curious about and want to explore is that the Vietnamese soul quietly shines through with the infrastructure. modern, monumental.
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| People from Thieu Duong Commune in Thanh Hoa City face the danger of running out of fields. Photo: Le Duong |
After Tet, my mother informed me by phone that my family’s Tinh Gia district was heading to the “city” of Nghi Son. Like many other farmers, she couldn’t tell city from town. The fertile land, which was planted with peanuts and growing potatoes, is now in full swing, and the villagers who are already indifferent to the fields are even more so.
I am happy for the country. Gone are the days of “sweet potato peeled on both ends / Half of the merchant is covered with Tinh, half of Quang Xuong”. But I’m also sad, and then tomorrow when I come back to pick me up, the village doesn’t have to be the green potato field, the old peanut field has the roots of the earth. Does the concrete – the factory – the chimney – the factory – the machinery dust, the music stalls ring and dance the night away? Will the rice fields where I practice transplant young seedlings die? The calf I bought the day before, will there still be grass to eat until adulthood?
I don’t know, my mom doesn’t, nobody has a definitive answer for me. But I know that the future of my hometown is difficult, but like the neighboring town I live in, where the factory is deserted but the fields are still green, the town is still picturesque.
Do cows have a place in the city?
Like the day I returned to Law School, there is no longer a Lang Trung street with many trees and many steep slopes wet and wet on a rainy day. How big, clean and beautiful Nguyen Chi Thanh street can not fill the poor old memories full of memories. The feeling makes me take the past over the present, erase the present, even if the present could be better, in the contemporary eye.
Something natural, of nature, makes people return to nostalgia. People go from the streets to the forest to build country houses, raise poultry, grow vegetables, listen to popular songs. People are tired of painting and flavoring, they crave fried shrimp and vegetable soup. People long for nature, nature.
When I saw the refinery for the first time, I was overwhelmed. Under the setting sun, columns of white smoke rise up majestic, majestic, splendid like the setting of a science fiction movie. Accompanying the factory were tens of thousands of new jobs, a magic wand that turned the poor coastal district into a city.
If the sea polluted with fish and shrimp died is no big deal, we will eat shellfish from other waters. If cement pushes green trees, people will starve if they want to keep climbing the fresh mountain. He only fears that at some point all the seas are dead, all the green hills are bare. There was nowhere left to run. At that time, humans were just machines like in fantasy movies.
At that time, I must be alive. The planners and those who destroy the deforestation of the sea are not alive either. Yeah whatever, whatever, I thought to myself. However, I still hope that our children and grandchildren do not have to use the idiom “live in the same place” to name the generation of their parents.
Every year, Trinh Cong Son wrote: “The herd of cows entered the city / No one was going to ask questions / The cows found the river / But the water was dry / The cows suddenly felt sad, suddenly they felt sad … “
My hometown, the cows don’t come from outside, the cows are in the city. But tomorrow, the cows will be driven out. The cows will be sad, very sad. Under majestic industrial chimneys, please do not dry up the river, the countryside is ragged so that people’s hearts are less wild, nostalgic for the poor but peaceful past, recently.
Do hoang dieu
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