Poetry, the source of the soul language of each nation, still carries the scent of spreading to the regions. O Vietnam, pay tribute to the People, as the desire for rotation that poet Nguyen Dinh Anh wrote 55 years ago: "The water of the Red River is still constantly flowing rapidly/ health to the land of Hung Vuong: Immortal" ( health to the country, 1970).
This digital index introduces the poetry page of the children of the Ancestor's Land.
ANH ANY WORK WORK The gentle rain in the afternoon is the heat of a single June day.
People want to know which single rain grains are there.Then hold a hand and hold a hand and sing in their lips.One day of the Vietnamese Tri burst out.The sunflowers are like a brocade.The old road suddenly became deserted Because one of them has left forever.It's been a long time since they returned to their hometown.The bamboo and bamboo village with leaves falling into a pond.In the moment of remembering the village girl from June to June, then June was Ngazingly..., 6.2025
AGAIN SONS Let's go together in the rain at night.
Wondering about your own sky.feel sorry for those who are affected by love.The rain flies like a shadow playing with your figure.When I hear the song of rain falling, I am stunned.I think the rain is also drunk.Repeat at the moment of farewell.I know it's raining here and there!6.2025
SONGA, BEN CHAUY SCHEDULE The voice of those who hope for the Do River wharf...
still purple swearing the good grass The corner of the cloud-footed tank I return to the old wharf, where is the boat?
The lotus village is full of ponds.
My mother comes back quickly...
leaning against the wings of a crab.
On the dike, where to date?
Still the clouds and hair on the banks of your shoulders.
ask for the river and river, calmly look.
ask for the clouds and clouds, searching for the bottom of the river.Know that the clubs have caged you.Why is your heart still heavy with longing for you?The river is still carrying the full moon.Who will take the ferry to the old wharf...when?How to pick the moon star To keep the wishes fulfilled in the wind and clouds I come back to pick purple grass The dike is still full of wild winds Even though I still remember the song Remember the river, miss the boat and you.6.2025
Que Que PHAM QUANG NHUEN Que Que This afternoon, the sun is hot and hot, spreading the immense green hills and green tea, the yellow rice and nests of the flowers and flowers to buy the village is broken and purple.
The buffalo's back is roaring and fighting.The back of the buffalo is fighting and stepping out to the porch.Welcoming children with the gentle eyes.The laughter of the grilled tooth of the black betel has become a mustard Towards the end of the entire century.The hand of all things is taking care of the food without colds and potatoes.The rain in the fields is hard to work.For the children to open a small house.The house is still in the past. The time of repair still retains the old features of the old bean sprout garden is still the same as the old one on the side of the waterfall, but the old gate opens the new bridge of the village.The heart of the village is still waiting for the heart to return to the mountains and mountains to the mountains.The heart of the mountains and fields is still warm and the water is still warm.The heart of the mountains and the mountains is still waiting for the water to return to the water to the water.6.2025
The wind does not vibrate the fragrant rosy tree, so do not make the fragrance, do not make the greasy disaster shaking the tree rustling the leaves of the branches for many years of nurturing into the fragrant green fruit and then ripe yellow, the high shade of the road, so that we hate jealousy to hate what is useful and then bring the sound of non -market in the carefree life in the fate of someone who loves people - loves us like a storm, floods passing through the green river.
6.2025
PAY How DO we Hence our Flowers in the Golden Night The fireworks of Van Lang are bright on the land of Hung Cau and the glowing water.
The two are related in a meaningful and affectionate manner, the homeland of Vinh Phuc - Hoa Binh is affectionate.Coming to Phu Tho, loving in a meaningful way.The heart of the people is bustling with the community.The hands of the allies in the hands of the allies are tight, the allies continue the life.The fireworks write the words "Connecting love" - the brightness of Vietnam Recollecting a moment of turning around the joyful gathering of the homeland forged from the long history of the Golden age of Confucianism, a steadfast color together to firmly plant the land of Phu Tho, the Fatherland worthy of its golden name!
Van Lang Park, evening of July 1, 2025.
