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Write a letter about my hero, who is my grandmother
Sample UPU letter for the 48th time in 2019, writing about my hero, who is my grandmother
In the bustling streets of Hanoi, circa 2018.
Beloved comrades!
The echoes of war's mines have faded, a time of national pain relegated to the past. Yet, we cannot forget those who sacrificed for peace. They are honored and celebrated by the nation, but there are also silent heroes, like my dear grandmother, who participated in that struggle. To me, she remains a hero.
My grandmother, now in her seventies, retains her clarity of mind, though age has weakened her health. Due to the considerable geographic distance, I can only visit her once a month. She holds great affection for me, always reminding us grandchildren to excel in our studies to contribute to the nation's development. Her once-dark hair has turned silver with time, wrinkles marking her kind face. She tends to a flock of chickens in the backyard for eggs. Each visit, she carefully packs eggs for me to take home. All her love is poured into her cherished grandchildren. She insists that home-raised eggs are superior in nutrition and safety.
My grandmother often regales me with folk tales, stories of kind-hearted Tam, 'The Persimmon Tree', 'The Coconut Shell', and other allegorical tales that captivate me. Each story she tells carries profound moral lessons, whether about love, the law of karma, or the dangers of arrogance. She always guides me towards empathy and assisting others in difficult times. Yet, the stories that intrigue me the most are those of wartime that she recounts.
In her youth, she was a young volunteer during the resistance against America. At that time, she was just a twenty-year-old girl - the most beautiful age in one's life. She joined the youth volunteer team to dedicate herself to the nation's defense. During the war against the imperialist America, she, along with the people in the rear, transported food and weapons to the battlefields in the South. The bicycles seemed overwhelming for the girls, but they didn't give up. Their resentment fueled them to complete their mission successfully. The enemy's bombs rained down day and night, causing immense suffering and damage. The task of the youth volunteers was to clear paths, open up traffic, and dismantle mines to avoid danger for our troops and people. When exhausted, they sang to uplift their fighting spirits. The image of these brave young girls, embracing life, is etched in the hearts of soldiers. They promised to meet again when peace returned. My grandmother recounted that amidst the peace, there were love stories blossoming, but there were also unfinished loves when one side sacrificed.
It was precisely during that fierce war that the love between my grandparents bloomed, the love of a courageous soldier for a daring young volunteer girl flourished amidst those harsh conditions. My grandmother recalls that due to the wartime circumstances, the wedding ceremony was held at my grandfather's unit, with the presence of his comrades. When the country was reunified, the two returned to their homeland to share stories with family. I truly admire the love between my grandparents, a personal love transformed into love for the nation, to fight together to protect a nation with thousands of years of history. Now, with their hair turned silver and their skin wrinkled, their smiles no longer as bright as in their youth, yet they still show each other caring gestures full of love.
After the war, my grandmother returned to the countryside to work at the Cultural and Artistic Center of the commune. Her warm voice earned praises from everyone. She also ignited the fire in future generations. Arts enrich the spiritual life of humanity, making it more vibrant and youthful. Perhaps the nature of her work deeply influenced my grandmother's personality. She's always optimistic, cheerful, and looks at life with a positive outlook. The children in the neighborhood greatly admire my grandmother. Every time I visit her, they often gather to listen to her captivating stories. And whenever there are ripe fruits, she often gives them to the children, earning their respect and affection.
In the last school year, my grandmother gifted me a new pink backpack adorned with a lovely princess. It was her reward for my performance in the provincial academic competition last year and also an encouragement for my academic spirit.
I just talked about my grandmother - a hero in my eyes. Who are the heroes of your own? Share with me!
Farewell, everyone!
Nguyen Hanh Nhi
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