THEN THER RISE LAND LAND LAND LAND LAND COLENER DU THI HOAI THANH
I don't come tonight, the cold patrol road.
Please don't cry when saying goodbye.Your sweatbins are warm in your chest.Hoa beats my heart every time of exercise.Today, how many days I can't remember now?The sparkling star falling on the sacred sky gun of Hanoi, the thousand-year-old capital of culture.Please offer my heart for a peaceful life.The fragrant night of flowers, the quiet city of peace.The shady houses are closed.The cold wind blows the edges of the trees trembling I rest on the night resting on the sky's lights.The patrol road is like a lifetime.The police soldier before the thunder and rain does not submit and does not once fall in confidence for the glorious Party of Vietnam - the land of faith of a thousand years of "golden history" In the dark night of suffering in the happiness of a person waiting for the Fatherland to return to the mountains and lands. Hanoi, August 2025
BORNOR Captain PHAN DUC L'C
Next to the side of the moon leaning towards the shelter of spring, the fence of rocks and wind flowing through the open promises of the womb, expressing the remorse and torment...
The very long night of the sound of the flute playing with the drop of tears flowing gently thinking, the cramped memory of faith has cooled, each kiss still has a warm moment exchange...
Where is the aspiration to be adventured when the sky breaks out of the darkness our butterfly is the way to hang the sadness back on the lonely wall...
A night of sleeping in my hair is like a passionate breath of the season, the sound of the forest chicken just waking up at dawn...
Dien Bien, 8.2025
N'M NGHE BIEN HAT LOND COLONEL THANH HUEG There are days when I lie listening to the sea singing The waves are scratching, the skin moves to the heart The blue sky is full of clouds and waves searching for the Countryside of love, I miss to be on the color of the English soldiers' uniforms, how many storms have gone out to sea?
Can you hear love songs during a storm?
The below-ground sky is searching in the distance.
The glow of the old father waiting at the door?
Every summer afternoon, I love you on the island of Manh Quan Than, you send me winds far away And you, a little baby, are content to be on the mainland.I miss you to be away from the islands.You come home peaceful, calm.No alcohol, no skin, no passion, no passion, no desire or wish for anything.Happiness still bursts in your eyes.I send you a house with snail shells.The words are more whispered than a thousand love songs "In this place, the storm has passed, I'm coming back to listen to the sea sing with you!".Lang Son, 8.2025
The Fate of the Fate of Lieutenant Colonel HOANG ANH TUAN Father often wears a hood When he was working on a project, he often wore a hood.
When his father left for several days, the wind blown his hair away and the fog fell, his hands were sparkling.late at night and then he still marched.The hat was wrapped in a piece of spring fog over his head.The sound of the deep forest antler Prints and feet were imprinted on the bridge of the father's bridge one day.One day, I visited the house of the Hood hanging a wooden wooden pillar of warm tea, so I held a wooden wooden fabric hat.After a long time, I was carrying a hard-working hand to recover from the storm.I still harvested the clouds and clouds in the fields of the incense River.The Hood was covered with a peaceful fog of the long border.The red flag on the shoulder of the Red Star was sworn with a votive oath.I loved the thunder and the wind of the Father's hand.
HAT MOSSICAL COLOR, Dr. DOO TRUNG HIEU Anh returns to the wind in his child The fields are suddenly softer, the young moon season grains fall into the rain falling through the leaf, trembling in the chest of Xuan Tay he removes the underground silk.
He walks through the stream to quietly find the Mo River, the shore of the soil shakes The underground waves are constantly changing, the fields are floating.
In the fields, there is immense rain and singing In the rain, the grains are pouring down deeply.After a long time, the years of drought, the green garden becomes the original rhythm - blooming. Hanoi, August 2025
LAM SEEN EM HOSPITAL COLOR RECHTORS
Don't look for more The hidden promise behind the shaky white neck The hidden promise of hair How can you see It don't remember anymore The shape of the trees hanging in the city together for a while The phoenix is pink and burning in the clouds Don't drink anymore No one can stop drinking Each drink is fine and the whole life How to live forever The color is wonderful Don't be sad anymore People come back crying in the forest How can you see The leaves are still green every day. Xuan Mai, August 2025
