WAITING (author: TRAN VU DUNG)
I search for memories Of the old days Hanoi in my memories Gentle in all four seasons...
Remembering the cold rainy winter days, slurping a bowl of bone pho, my tongue numb with spicy, rich fat, the warm, sweet taste of my homeland...
Remembering the early sunny summer mornings, the bustling bustle of the early morning, craving a bowl of sour plum soup, enjoying the cool evenings by the Lake...
Autumn is beautiful like poetry The sun dyes the leaves yellow We walk side by side The cold wind covers our heads...
Spring is full of vitality, Peach blossoms are blooming, Family is happily reunited, Many hopes and expectations are waiting... Tokyo, September 2024
THE WINTER BANYAN TREE (author: TRAN GIA THAI)
Just now, the leaves were still green and lush. By the end of the day, the leaves have turned into embers. Bare fingers are helpless. The eagle cannot stop winter from coming.
The cold wind blows in gusts, carrying away the leaves that fill the summer. Late night rain casts a net on the lamplight. The long street is dozing in a dream.
Last night when the island was cold, the old man next door passed away.
The dry banyan tree did not cry for its owner.It was as quiet as if nothing had happened... 11.2024
THE WHITE ROAD (author: DAO THIET LINH QUAN)
Missing you, Mom This afternoon in Bac Ninh I am filled with longing Folk songs build bridges with silk shirts Quan ho builds bridges with loving words I - a bridge engineer - how can I build a bridge to cross the distance To welcome you home, Mom?
Four Winters Without Mom I Want to Be a Primary School Boy Failing a Grade or Not Growing Up So I Don't Count the Years To Be Held in Mom's Arms A Teacher of One Time, Who Teaches Me for Life
Heading straight to the West I crossed Nhue Giang and To Lich River, Mother's shadow was printed all over the empty house at 432 Doi Can I silently called out to Mother, the crowded and empty streets of Hang Street - Hanoi to Kim Bang - Ha Nam Snow fell or tears flowed away Inside me there was Mother Her feet were the shape of her feet Taking me back to Lac Nhue PK River froze but there was no snow The colorful and gaudy colors with glitter Are not as real as the light of tolerance
Mom was born in December, went away in December I cried and laughed on her death anniversary and birthday I and my younger sibling brought warm clothes to welcome mom in every alley - street - road Mom transformed into me, her hand stroked my hair covered in salt and dew Red eyes dotted all over Vietnam Protecting me day and night, rain or shine Following him on the white snow map... Bac Ninh - Hanoi, afternoon of December 3, 2024
FAR AWAY (author: BINH NGUYEN)
Why do you cry once and then stop... Which heart do your tears fall into?
Far away!
Which heart is bitter and salty?
Crying a life down into a dream... 11.2024
HOW SHOULD I LIVE? (Author: NHU BINH)
How should I live to be less lonely? less unusual, less changes in my heart I can't hold back outside the street flows like a river The river surges like the sea The sea tears apart the cliffs The mountain spits fire into the clouds
How should I live to be less thirsty? less melancholy, less anxious, less happy, less gloomy, more dangerous, outside the sun still sings about the wild moon seasons, why am I sitting here depressed about the old season? How should I live to be less foolish? gullible, less delusional, less in love with what I thought was there, outside the rain erases all traces of the falling dew, the falling dew this morning is cold, but I'm exposed to the wind, will you hold me in your arms to keep my hair green and obedient?
How should I live to be happier? no more precariousness, no more abysses
deep rock can be as peaceful as earth
Oh, the brown soil is as smooth as I am startled, as passionate as I want to turn into a flower bud, blooming in the quiet place, a proud flower in the sunlight.
How should I live?
How should I live?
How should I live? 2024
