DANDUEN BURN MINH Let's go home in the afternoon is gone The late autumn sun is white and the autumn sun is gone and then my hands are soft at the edge of the brittle yellow leaves of faith.
Let's go home to the moon and sleep.Don't hide it at this broken night The road is going and will be old.Weaving thick grass with pig's feet.Let's go home and flowers have bloomed.The baby's face is called the golden chrysanthemum of winter, I'm sure I still remember.There is a sadness I've brought back to visit the abyss.If I'm worried about what's far from Autumn, I'm still a long- gone person.8.2025
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LUNG TEN I want to get younger But time is not the purple sun Mountains can grow But the ground cannot count the sand and dust Although the flowers are strange and blooming in the wind But the beautiful women do not refuse to transform into the riverbed Life sometimes comes and goes without But no one knows the origin of it.
I try to hold on to time But my childhood does not make the sky small.11.2025
THU CHAI TORN each morning, every thin cloud every afternoon, every white mist every afternoon, every heavy wind, soft winds bring a burning scent and suddenly desire to take the yellow leaves away to the abyss... 11.2025
PAGE THANH FLOWER DREAMS November, thinking about the flower buds that are brewing, chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums, calling, blooming, don't be cold or cold, don't be sad, be where you want to be.
This afternoon, the early winter season rushes, luck is telling the lotus to return to the promised land, still looking forward to autumn, the lake is smooth and soft, the sky is flying with white clouds, chrysanthemums are dreaming of royal silk flowers, velvet love, mourning, marinated in honey, dry branches bowed silently, gutted silkworms, stringed chong chong, moon, and lullaby, silver lotus, broken bow, we hug the season of you, fragrant moonlight.eyelash branch say eyelash branch...11.2025
THUA SCHEDULE R'C R'ON DISPONS double lane road, two schools opposite each other, level 1 and 2 mothers and children continue the 9-year journey of the greenest day of primary and secondary school.
The children and teenagers remember the roof of the Long School, the day the walls are covered with lime and red tiles.
The sound is in the brilliant autumn.The 70th anniversary of the gathering of generations of teachers and students The little girl is about to be as high as her mother and mother.The mother and her children and thousands of people are scheduled to flock to Nguyen Khanh Toan and Cau Giay streets on Saturday.We meet again in the image of the children of the school of the green trees, the scent of the scent of the scent of the flowers, the scent of the flowers of the memories of the space of happiness with the Head of the Flower as the flower, the waves of the flowers of the mother and children are about to be as thick as the mother and children as the years of the year.From Dich Vong Nhung Tinh Van Hoa Vu ngan Hoa Nhan Duong Hoa Tuong Nam - the way to return to Dan Mo, Hope...5.11.2025
THUA PHAND CHAO THUA THU CHAI I have forgotten the hair strands under the windy season trees, the bicycle traces of the past are mentioned as the paths of the white clouds and the forest holding the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the forest...
Calling me back to a time when the wild grass was like a drop of fog along the road of the dreamy river embracing the fields of the riverbed of the riverbed that had turned into immense purple and purple apricot and the riverbed my face in the tears of the sky and the sound of sleeping silently...
8.2025
