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Painting of homeland

VUONG LAM OANH (Grade 9C, Nguyen Trai Secondary School, Nam Sach District) January 19, 2025 10:30

I named it “hometown painting” mom. This is a beautiful scene of my hometown.

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I like drawing but my mother doesn't like me drawing. She wants me to focus on studying and preparing for my final exams. But many times, after endless morning classes and afternoon extra classes, I feel tired and lethargic. Once I got sick and had to be hospitalized, which made my mother worried.

After talking to the doctor, my mother no longer forbade me from drawing. She did not encourage me, but she respected my hobby. When I was stressed about studying, I just wanted to relax in front of the easel. Bright colors appeared before my eyes. Images in my imagination kept appearing and disappearing. I would definitely draw a beautiful picture to give to my mother on the occasion of the New Year. I would change my mother's interest in painting.

Seeing my mother happy with the certificate of merit as the result of her year of hard work, I approached and whispered:

- Mom, I would like you to take me to town so I can buy some drawing paper and colored pencils. I need some more supplies to complete my painting for the contest.

- Okay, son. I won't forbid you, but please limit your drawing. Don't waste your time on those pictures.

- But the homeroom teacher sent me to represent the class in the contest, Mom. I have already accepted in front of the whole class. Mom, please help me this time. Or I can ride my bike to town by myself, Mom.

- Let me take you. It's so far and so cold. Mom said that but her face showed she wasn't happy.

My mother gave me money to buy tools, paper and crayons, but I didn't take it. I used my prize money from school competitions to prepare for my latest painting. I promised my mother that I would spend only one afternoon to complete the painting for the competition.

I sat by the window, looking out at the vast fields. In the distance was a river winding like a soft silk strip. The sky was quiet and deserted because the birds had gone to some faraway place to take shelter from the cold. In my mind, I imagined winding roads, with spacious high-rise buildings on both sides. Beautiful gardens filled with roses, bougainvillea, chrysanthemums... Flowers bloomed abundantly and for a long time this season.

As I drew, I felt everything come alive right before my eyes. Since kindergarten, I showed a talent for painting, but my mother did not let me go to art school.

I paint by instinct, by imagination and by my free will. Sometimes the paintings come out in a flash but still have soul.

Only my father supported my interest in painting. He wanted to convince my mother to let me take an art class, but she set a condition that I had to pass the entrance exam to the best public high school in the district before thinking about anything else.

While drawing and coloring, I felt the scenery outside the window. It seemed like the scent of roses wafted into the room. My mother loved red roses so she planted some old Sa Pa rose trees with lots of flowers. I loved drawing my mother's face peeking out from behind those fragrant roses.

The scene appears realistic with harmonious colors and lines. I will enter this drawing in a contest to welcome the new year. I believe I will win the prize because I let my soul fly with my imagination, not confining myself to any model.

- Mom, look, I finished the picture.

- Oh, it's so beautiful. My daughter has a talent for painting, doesn't she?

- There, I admit it. The times I draw are the times I feel most comfortable, Mom.

- You must name this drawing before entering it into the contest, my child. It's so beautiful!

The first time my mother complimented me on my beautiful drawing, and supported and encouraged me, I felt extremely happy.

- I named it “hometown painting” mom, because this is the beautiful scenery of my hometown. Look at this: My hometown has a river, fields, roads, beautiful houses and my rose garden. And mom too…

Mom looked at me affectionately. I looked at the painting I had just completed, feeling relieved and grateful to my mother, grateful to my homeland for inspiring me.

VUONG LAM OANH (Grade 9C, Nguyen Trai Secondary School, Nam Sach District)
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