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No new post from me, just the grammatically corrected version of the previous post- hopefully. Somehow, I have to make changes to the previous completed sentence and by doing so I violated most basic rules – ugh!
BTW; for those know history; below is my attempt to convey the essence of that faithful night when Hai Bà Trưng gave thanks to Heaven and Earth before they charge against the Chinese invaders - Điệu Trống Mê Linh (Drum beats of Me Linh). I was in 5th grade when I heard these sounds and they haven’t left me.
Whenever our country is torn, our people are groaning in agony, and freedom had ceased to exist; then among us; heroes are rising to answer the calls.
The distant brass drums are echoing the beats of justice and vengeance. Their sounds are reverberating against the cloudy erected mountain sides, and in the vast and endless green fields of our country.
Because we are heroes and the lineages of heroes just don’t end. Heroes of past generations had risen and marched to free our people from aggressions. Relentlessly, like wildfires and ghosts they had risen to the occasions. Shall we do less? Does it end here with us?
Aug 18, 2017 11:22 AM
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