WELCOME TO THE YEAR OF THE SNAKE (author: Dao Xuan Hoa)
Welcome to the Year of the Snake, New Year of Renewal, Celebrating the glorious Communist Party of Vietnam, Ninety-five years of the Party
Welcome to the Spring of At Ty 50 years of Southern Liberation and National Reunification Welcome to the Spring of Great Victory
Welcome Spring At Ty Welcome one hundred and thirty-fifth birthday of President Ho Chi Minh Eighty years of Vietnam National Day.
Welcome to the Year of the Snake. The whole country competes. Every family competes. Follow Uncle Ho's words.
Welcome Spring At Ty Welcome Party Congresses at all levels Streamlined, effective Brilliant success
Welcome the Year of the Snake, All people unite, Determined to compete, Win and prosper
Hello Spring At Ty Vietnam long live Happy nation Eternal life!
THE JOY OF A TRADE UNION HOME (author: Dinh Xuan Truong) If there were no Trade Union, our house would still be in disrepair, mother!
I work hard in all four corners of the world, but still cannot patch the leak where you lie.
Poor family, tuition and food money, my salary is just vegetables and bamboo shoots to get by, every night I feel sorry for my skinny mother, looking up at the sky I pray to the sky not to rain.
Afraid of leaky walls and drafts in the house, the old and the young don't care about the rain. I feel sorry for my mother, who is full of worries, but I can't patch up the house.
Like a withered tree that has blossomed, the old house has become a spacious one. Mother said: "The Union's shelter is built with a heart of gold, listen to me, my child!"
ABOUT KHAU PHA (author: Duong Kim Khanh)
Another season of fire and flowers Burning the land of memories Will you return to Khau Pha? Please let me follow you.
Come here, I'll gather firewood, I'll light the lamp myself, I'll bury the new cassava in the fire, I'll wait for the new moon to rise...
The afternoon spreads a desolate golden color. The sound of buffalo bells far and near. Your skirt bursts into flames. The bamboo flute sways softly.
I carry the basket of new sunshine, you carry the fragrance behind, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, we hide in the deep valley...
We weave the deep valley bright Sow the seeds of fairy tales Grow vegetables and raise chickens The quiet night wind
Tomorrow we will return to Khau Pha, releasing flower lanterns downstream, reminding the people down there that the peach blossoms are lit!
IF WE WOULD CHANGE PLACES (author: Hoang Viet Hang)
You came back from Na Hang and walked around the streets through many alleys that were difficult to get through?
traffic jam at Hang Ma buy herbal medicine Hang Bo bridge The Huc red color that wild man waiting what a winding street with so many red and green lights
People in the city run shows talking about ao dai and wedding dresses. Renting a cyclo for engagement has to wait a whole month.
visit Hanoi gate you go around I have fun getting my ears pierced Cau Go does not sell wood
We go to Huyen Alley to take pictures of Nha Tho Street, you chatter and dream, we have two days in the city, I wish we could change places, let me go back to Tuyen Thanh, breathe near bamboo and reed, rivers and streams, and old fields
I wish you were in the city looking at the lights and daydreaming...
THE JOY OF A TRADE UNION HOME (author: Dinh Xuan Truong) If there were no Trade Union, our house would still be in disrepair, mother!
I work hard in all four corners of the world, but still cannot patch the leak where you lie.
Poor family, tuition and food money, my salary is just vegetables and bamboo shoots to get by, every night I feel sorry for my skinny mother, looking up at the sky I pray to the sky not to rain.
Afraid of leaky walls and drafts in the house, the old and the young don't care about the rain. I feel sorry for my mother, who is full of worries, but I can't patch up the house.
Like a withered tree that has blossomed, the old house has become a spacious one. Mother said: "The Union's shelter is built with a heart of gold, listen to me, my child!"
VISITING THE PEACH GARDEN (author: Dinh Xuan Truong) Follow me to see the peach garden Morning dew still lingers at the entrance here Pink clings to my long hair Or are you and the peach and apricot trees dating?
Peach blossom is like a poem From the bud waiting to burn The Red River still sings day and night The flower of fortune and peace given to people.
(Posted on the special edition of Labor Weekend Spring At Ty)
