Vũ Thư Nguyên

Cứ cho là tơí tuổi hồi xuân, mid-life crisis. Xưa Nguyễn Khuyến và Tế Xương, 50 tuổi đã lên hàng "cụ". Thời nay ai dám kêu TT Bush là "cụ" Bush cho dù Bush junior mơí leen lục tuần năm ngoái. Ở Mỹ này ốm và trẻ là được người ta trầm trồ khen ngợi. "Trăng bao nhiêu tuổi trăng già Núi bao nhiêu tuổi gọi là núi non?" Mới ngày nào mình mơí 17, giờ thì đã làm cha thanh niên 17. Tháng trước đi khám sức khoẻ tổng quát, bác sĩ cho hai tin: Tin vui là: "Trái tim của bạn trẻ như tim của chàng trai 28" Tin buồn là: "Bạn sẽ không có đủ tiền về hưu non vì bạn sẽ sống quá 82 dễ dàng!" Ha ha, và như thế, con tim đã vui trở lại, và như thề trái tim còn trinh sẽ không ngủ yên! Thôi không làm cụ cho dù là cụ non đi nữa. (Hai anh em Vũ, Thư: bấm vào hình nhỏ để xem hình phóng lớn)

Lễ tốt nghiệp và phát thưởng trung học cấp 2 lên trung học cấp 3

 

Phát Bằng Khen

 

Quý bạn đã biết cháu Nguyên Vũ là "văn sĩ", "họa sĩ" và "đờn sĩ", bây giờ xin xem hình Nguyên Vũ làm "ca / kịch sĩ" và "võ sĩ":

 

 

By Amy Anh-Thu Ho

About five times a year, my family has a tradition of visiting the graves of my grandmother and grandfather. My grandmother passed away when I was very little, and I miss her very much, though her death didn’t affect me as much as the death of my grandfather, who just passed away last school year. I came to school the morning of his death, and just couldn’t hold it all in.

Since then, I’ve gotten much better, and my family and I have the joy of visiting them a couple times every year. Usually, we get flowers first at a nearby flower shop and we place them in the compartment in front of her tombstone. We always bring incense and pray for a few minutes. Then we spread out all the incense among all the other tombstones so all the deceased can share a part of our prayers.

Occasionally, we bring colored paper that has golden squares painted on all the sheets. The gold is meant to symbolize some type of money or prize. We get these papers from the temple. Along with the papers, we bring a big bucket, and we burn these papers as a gift to the deceased.

My dad also has a shelf in his office that has photos of my grandmother, grandfather, and all of the siblings that my dad lost in the Vietnam War. We set fresh fruit on plates on the shelf as an offering to our family also. I think that it’s very important that my family stays close to our family spirits.

I’m sure that they’re all staying close to us. My parents try to pray every morning, but I don’t always get to it. My family has always been very family-oriented, and I think that this tradition is very important to all of us. Especially during the holidays, we try to go to the cemetery. In fact, my family and I are spending Christmas in , where my parents came from, all throughout the break. I think that this upcoming trip will really help me learn more about how my grandparents, my ancestors. About how they lived and what they did everyday. 

Đi thăm mộ bà Nội với Ba, Mẹ chụp hình

 

Cháu Amy Hồ Vũ Anh Thư viết đoạn văn dưới đây năm cháu 11 tuổi:

A caring daughter, and a loving sister is what makes me who I am.

I come from Vietnam where my ancestors had escaped to the sea.

Visiting my grandmother’s grave, is what my family does.

This helps me connect with my grandmother, as best as I possibly can.

 

A playful friend, and a working student is what makes me who I am.

I hope to know the actual meaning of hapiness and the mourning of life someday.

I hear my mother’s voice, as I think of my childhood past.

As I dream of my parents’ difficulties, I picture them trying to escape.

I wish to experience my father’s heartache, of losing his many brothers & sisters.

 

Prentending to be my parents, helps me to cope with their sorrow and pain.

I believe in helping the less fortunate, including the many homeless.

Touching the hearts of all people, really makes me happy.

 

Feeling happy with myself helps me get through hard times.

I worry about being someone that I’m not.

I cry about finding out of my dog’s death.

 

A good sport with losing, and a good sport with winning is what makes me who I am.

To value my very fortunate life, and all I’ve gotten from it makes me proud.

I dream for all people to work together when needed.

I hope for all and everyone’s dreams come true someday.

 

                                                                                        ~Amy Ho

Amy Anh Thư và Vincent Tuấn Vũ

Đoản văn dưới đây, bé Nguyên Vũ viết cho Mẹ nhân ngày lễ Giáng Sinh 2006.

Hình minh họa của chị Tiffany Nguyễn, graphic designer.



Our mom is the best one who always tries to help and protect us: her family. She buys food and clean our stuff that we should be cleaning. She tries the best to give happiness to our family.
This woman give us things that no other kind of person can do. She has great responsibilities to help us.  She has power to do stuff she wants and uses that power to give us health and love, and all we do is nothing yet to repay her.
Yes, all we do is giving her orders and we don’t even say the magic words: “please” or “thank you”. She is like our slave and I don’t like that at all.
That is why I write this verse, so I can show you: people, how my  mother feels like: not just mine but also  others’ mothers too.
Merry Christmas Mom and everyone!

By Nathan Hồ Nguyên Vũ

Tuần rồi cháu Anh Thư vừa tròn 14 tuổi. Càng lớn cháu càng đẹp gái giống…tui ( !) nhưng tánh tình cháu thì giống mẹ: thực tế, chăm chỉ và nhẫn nại. Cháu là perfect match làm đầu cầu giữa hai cậu quí tử của vợ chồng tui. Cả ba cháu đều có khiếu viết lách, cháu Vincent Vũ vừa được giải thưởng "văn học" trong trường. Xin mời đọc bản "autobiography" trang 1 và trang 2 của cháu Anh Thư, trong đó cháu phê bình khéo ông bố là cái gì cũng xía vào, tưởng là mình làm được mọi việc. Ở nhà bây giờ cháu phụ mẹ nấu nướng, giặt đồ ủi áo quần cho mấy ông… đàn ông. Cháu dọn phòng, sắp quấn áo cho bố và phê bình là bố…ở dơ!

Cháu thích chơí bóng rỗ và bóng chuyền trong đội banh nữ của nhà trường.

Anh Thư là con gái của vợ chồng VTN, năm nay cháu 13 tuổi. Trong 3 cháu, Anh Thư là người thích chơi thể thao, hiện cháu chơi bóng chuyền và bóng rỗ ở trong trường. Cháu thích nấu nướng. Cuối tuần, thường, cả nhà được thưởng thức các món của cháu. Thì giờ rãnh cháu đang học chơi guitar nhưng không do bố dạy vì lối dạy đàn guitar ở Mỹ có khác so vơí lối dạy ở Việt Nam. Cháu thích làm thơ, và vẫn còn làm thơ, nhưng bây giờ tơí tuổi, cháu giấu biệt không cho ba mẹ đọc thơ của cháu nữa. Bài thơ đầu tay viết năm 9 tuổi đã được Bác Phạm Gia Cổn phổ nhạc.

Hai bức tranh nầy vẽ bằng màu nước do cháu Hồ Tuấn Vũ vẽ cách đây 2 năm, khi cháu 14 tuổi. Các tranh của cháu được chấm giải nhất của San Diego County.



Tranh dưới đây cháu vẽ cách đây 2 tuần:

Hiện nay thì Nguyên Vũ chơi piano giỏi hơn "Daddio" nhiều rồi. Trong ba cháu chỉ có Nguyên Vũ chịu học piano, vì các cháu kia sợ bà giáo "khó tính". Cháu Nguyên Vũ lại được cô giáo "khó tính" khen là có "lỗ tai âm nhạc", và cô thường mời cháu đi nghe các buổi hòa tấu nhạc giao hưởng!

Ở nhà, Nguyên Vũ thích ở trần, quần xà..lỏn cho giống…Ba!



Tranh treo trên tường do "Anh Hai" Tuấn Vũ vẽ năm anh 14 tuổi.

Truyện ngắn Google’s adventure nầy cháu Nguyên Vũ viết, chịu ảnh hưởng của phim "Star Wars" và truyện thần thoại rồng lửa. Xin mời đọc…. và đọc thêm các truyện khác của Nguyên Vũ ở đây

Google is my sock buddy. He can not think very well because he is not that smart, but he is really rich.

    One day we were in a building together. Suddenly a blast exploded. A huge dragon flew inside and blew up the rest of the building. Google and I bursted outside in the flame and smoke, and landed on a person passing by. We found out that his name was Cesar Salad. He asked how we got here. I told Cesar Salad about everything. At least everybody was intact, and Google still had gold in his pocket.

    - “Can I go with you on your long journey?” said Cesar Salad.
    - “I guess so” said Google”.
    We all came climbing up the mountains then down the valleys. Ouch! I had tripped over a huge rock. Blood dripped all over my right leg and knee. Cesar Salad suggested putting a leaf on it and taping it up. Google did the working. My leg felt so much better. The dragon came back with his scary flames. Google threw a leaf of poison ivy at the flying monster. It made the creature run away. We walked on. There was an X mark on the ground in the middle of the road. We thought it was a treasure chest. So we dug it up. There in front of me was an old, rusty chest. Google opened the chest and said “More Honey”. It did not make sense what he meant by “Honey”. May be he was not that intelligent but smart enough to put all the other gold from the treasure chest into his pocket.

There was a note in the bottom of the treasure, underneath the gold.  It said:
    “Dear Google and Cesar Salad,
    Did you know that you guys are brothers? Well if you found this note. I want you to know that I love you both. You were separated by another explosion in the past from a previous attack of the mother dragon.
How I knew that you would get this letter and my gold? It  is because of my vision.
Yours,
Father”

    Google and Cesar Salad stared at each other for a while. Then they hugged. Down the hill, they saw a man selling a house begging for someone to buy it. So Google bought the little house with his money. I was lucky that they got me a band-aid for my injured knee.

    That is the story about Google, Cesar Salad and I.

Bé Nguyên Vũ là con trai út của chúng tôi, 9 tuổi, bé thích viết văn và chơi nhạc (piano). Truyện ngắn dưới đây là một bài luận văn cháu phải làm năm ngoái. Đọc qua tôi thấy lối tả cuộc chơi không khác gì một phóng viên thể thao tường trình trên đài radio hay tivi. Ở tuổi cháu tôi chắc chỉ viết được " Nhà em có nuôi…một…bà nội!"

Kickball is my favorite game, the fun thing to do during this spring.

    I could feel the wind moving through the air as my legs kicked the ball with full strength. It flew so fast like a shooting bullet that couldn’t stop. The dust swirled in my rotten shoes.  Kicking the ball made me feel so powerful and strong. My amazing feet ran as fast as a wild cheetah, like soaring bird dodging the people who were trying to touch me with the bouncing ball. I ran so fast, so fast.  I made a home run!
    The next time I kicked the ball, it was a bad foul. I tried again. BOOM! The ball was shot to the field. The fastest kid tagged me a great out. We had three outs total. Our awesome team had to switch places. When we got to the outfield, I, the amazing pitcher rolled the ball at a confused victim, a girl who didn’t know how to play. She blocked the ball with her hands. Her team told her to hit the ball with her feet. I rolled the ball really fast as the girl almost hit a home run. I got the ball and chased the poor girl down the field to tag her. Closed to the home base, I finally tagged her. The next two people were too easy. I got them out quick. Our team won with a giant trophy.  The best one ever! We got lots of the coolest candies ever. All the school children threw hard crackers up in the air. Adults picked us up on their shoulders and cheered. At the end, the great principal gave us a thousand dollars. The team got rich.

  I’d like to play kickball at any day. It is always a fun thing to do. I learned that it was the teamwork that won the game.