@nhakhongtuong: Những ngày chớm đông, mưa phùn lại lất phất bay… Tết cũng bắt đầu đếm ngược từng ngày. 🍂 Giữa cái se lạnh của đất trời, lòng chợt buồn, lại nhớ về những mùa đông năm cũ… Nhớ mái nhà xưa, bụi chuối sau vườn, rặng tre trong sương sớm, nhớ những ngày nghèo khó mà bình yên đến lạ. Thời gian trôi, quê hương cũng đổi thay… Có những cảnh xưa, những con người và những mùa Tết cũ, giờ chỉ còn tìm lại được trong ký ức. Ước gì được một lần trở về những ngày xưa ấy… 🥹 #KyUcTuoiTho #TetXua #NhoQue #MuaDong #HoaiNiem

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nguyn.c.duy109
Nguyễn Đức Duy :
thời thơ ấu
2026-11-12 05:25:14
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nguyn.bnh8522
Nguyễn Bình :
sao mà nhớ ngày xưa quá .nghèo mà bình yên đến lạ
2026-11-12 11:54:28
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hnh.nguyn9723
Hạnh ăn uống :
con nhớ bà
2026-11-12 08:42:04
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ng.tin.ng3
ĐƯỜNG BÁ HỔ 1986 :
nhớ quá. nỗi buồn đói rét
2026-11-12 12:24:39
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h.z770
Thao nguyen :
Ôi nhớ mình của ngày xưa quá 🥺
2026-11-12 03:23:42
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pol_fir_096
Đăng Việt :
Nhớ quá tuổi thơ tôi ơi :((
2026-11-12 13:19:56
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congbui1407
Phụ Kiện ToánMobile :
bình yên
2026-11-12 02:21:03
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haixam_94
hải 1️⃣9️⃣9️⃣4️⃣ :
nhìn mấy ả lại nhớ tuổi thơ đi chăn bò mưa gió thế mà cũng đã gần 30 năm r
2026-11-12 13:09:59
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meowww_77777
meowww_77777 :
Ngày đó nghèo mà vui, bh vẫn nghèo mà hết vui r
2026-11-12 11:22:55
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hienvah
Liên Hoa :
Thấy cái chân nó ớn ớn nó ghê ghê ko dám bước
2026-11-12 06:35:50
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feel a weight that never leaves my chest, as if my soul were an abandoned city covered by the dust of countless years, its empty streets filled with stories that were never told and never will be. Sorrow sleeps deep within me like an old wound that refuses to heal, renewing itself with every cold breath of the night that reminds me of everything I have lost in the endless rush of time. I walk among people wearing a faded smile, carefully crafted so no one notices the collapse hidden behind the walls of my silence. I speak with them about the ordinary details of life while, inside me, a storm of painful questions rages without a single answer. Every time I try to take a deep breath, the air feels scarce, as though peace has drifted farther away than I could ever imagine. I have become a stranger even among those I love. The words I long to say remain trapped in my throat, while the tears that refuse to fall burn behind my eyes, turning into a constant ache that follows me wherever I go. It feels as though I carry an entire homeland of sorrow upon my shoulders, walking alone down a road with no end and no light waiting at its horizon. There is no promise of rescue—only an endless emptiness that devours every beautiful feeling, leaving me nothing more than the shadow of the person I once was, someone who was once full of life before repeated disappointments slowly extinguished that light, until silence became the final refuge for a weary sou .#سعدون_الخفاجي #الشعر_الشعبي #الشعراء_وذواقين_الشعر_الشعبي

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