AI CANG DAO THIET LINH QUAN Water music in the rain Flower buds spinning wings Regarding you, a Linh Where do you sleep at night, like a tree We synthesize each memory Gray hair, sail calling Urging every lion and star, ocean waves Every time we are far away Thoughts of finding and holding hands to travel the universe Cannot be lost again in life 200 years with a couple 2,000 years of reproduction Your chest is the deck of the ship, tide, ocean currents, fish-like cells The circumnavigation of the world Starting from lips April Dawn rain is gentle and pink again Loudspeakers come from March, changing candles White bamboo trees, body sworn to be in harmony The sailor dives a breath of love shining Each letter strings the pearl family Dao.
Welcoming April 4, 2026
POEM"* LEGEND MINH NGHIA Located in a wonder in heaven and earth "Poem" deserted dreams of the vast ocean Old words carved in stone, nurturing the color of sunlight Four ancients harmonize with song of life Sacred dragon, eternal soul anchored waiting Connecting the beautiful natural predestined relationship of a time Immersed in the scenery, passionate of love, tourists come to Ha Long, legendary everywhere. 3.
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APRIL TRAN TAM April bamboo and fermented pork rolls Thick streaks of fire Mountains and hills spread open paths People carrying goods heavily in their backs April I go to the fields Sesame seeds harvest early corn April people hold knives Knock the forest to collect ant eggs People send love and affection No warmth to the distant land Still wishing for nearby fields Like corn and eggs They bury their feet on rocks Sleeping and eating with sun and mist Raising large villages By the sound of knives clearing grass There are small things Building great layers Star droplets at the bottom of the water Also from high heaven. 4:09 PM on March 28, 2026
PREDECESSOR PHAM MINH THUOC Moss on temples Carrying a deep mythological color The merits of predecessors Spreading beyond words...
Suddenly hearing the sound of "Sat That" Echoing from Binh Than wharf And high and low verses Spreading far in the wind of thousands of mountains Giving posterity The person returns to Ngoa Van Taking virtue of heart to enlighten A stream of Truc Lam Zen Seven hundred years remain Forever shining through the dust The sound of war horses' footsteps Still echoing on poetry pages.
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QUAN HO PEOPLE'S ARMS DANG HOA AI We return to your hometown of Bac Ninh to listen to the Quan Ho folk song sending love and predestined affinity, life full of hardships, but the Quan Ho folk song is full of smiles "Don't go back, stay, my dear!" Sweet folk song, heartfelt invitation to a piece of betel, imbued with the song, the soaring charm makes us fall in love and leave, nine remembers ten hopes for the meaning of Quan Ho folk love, connecting our arms.
NGU SONG CHANH WHARF DUONG PHUONG TOAI
My hometown here is like two hands.
Embracing the Chanh River towards the sea.
Ha Nam rice fields fragrant in the summer.
Well water.
Deep forests for thousands of years!Both banks of the river as if two people are waiting.The streets next to the village are half sun, half rain.Birds calling for flocks chirping on the tiled roof.Red phoenix flowers chirping in the sky, children's eyes chirping...The bù lù tree still points the way to the sea.Thought the old soldier is a fossilized corpse on the river.Student age dreams of the sail constantly.Listening to the church bell ringing in the early winter.Hundreds of lands remember the moon rim.Ben Ngu.Hundreds of rivers are buzzing with Chanh River waves.Distant birds flying to their homeland.Bringing spring into the old town to become greener!My hometown here, a broken love poem.Love words sent to the rising tide.Listening in my chest to the waves crashing.Between the waves and the
Land with people of Bach Dang Giang cultural region / Folk songs also become invaluable / Souls of artists rising to the sea / Releasing verses on Ben Ngu - Chanh River!
SPRING FOLLOW ME VU THAO NGOC I follow you up the mountain I follow you down to the sea Still a round of our homeland Once upon a time it was still Dong Ngu* Once upon a time it was still Ha Trang Village communal house Nhoi whispering Hoi An city vast sunshine The sea of the old days here Hon Ngo ham fairy tale Sea full of fish and shrimp I follow you up the mountain Listen to the love song Oh little girl San Chi Why is your shirt so blue?
Again following me back to the sea Singing Cua Dinh ầu ơ Gracefully the village girl Ao dai is so passionate Spring afternoon, gentle rain Embracing the soft scent of your hair I follow you up the mountain I follow you back to the sea Still a simple countryside High mountains or plains Still Dong Ngu, our homeland In the middle of the blue Northeast. Hoi Pho, March 27, 2026
*The place names in the article belong to Dong Ngu commune - former Tien Yen district, now Dong Ngu commune, Quang Ninh province.
