From the great teacher BAY VIVI I brought him to attend the 30th anniversary of graduating from school The white hair was chosen to go to the white clouds of Thien Thi, Thach Ban, Phu Nghia Ba Tam Dao to the third world In the midst of the immense space of the bridges and roads that have been and are being built, still bearing the K35 mark spreading all over the prey skin, walking quickly, the eyes are still bright in the spirit of youth in the spirit of donation A Saturday in history is appointed together, cannot meet all the full anniversary of the increase in the number of years: You - Teacher are still away, there is me and you are with you in the youth From Hanoi to the sunny day, seeing this mountain range From your mountain to the clouds or back 230 million years of the mountain age The mountain is a witness to the mountain life of the sacred mountain, the mountain life of the mountain life of the mountain, the mountain life of the mountain life of the mountain, the years of the three thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of years of the thousand years of the thousand years of the year.
WORK NOSS corner THERAPORTS The10-COLOR HOSPITES THATCH From the foot of the10-COLOR hill in your house to look at your house When we were young, we went to class.
How many distances to school to walk under the green sun?
Tea hill, paint hill, the hill of the capital Trade a generation of climbing a crab and a bottle of goose with your hand The leaves of your mother are the step of a hat The leaves of your father are the roof of your house.
I still miss you, the fruit of a palm both rich and fragrant and fragrant.
The shape of a crab is as if it is the shape of a mother.The Algae are often painted in the afternoon at midnight wearing a raincoat tower.The mother said, "Dance to eat according to the face" The painting job is also a lot of talent every time she visits her mother, giving me a few tea buds of tea and a handful of tea.The tea is rich in the sweet scent of the countryside.For a long time, when I have come back to my old neighborhood, where do I go to pick tea?Which side of the trip is your father in?Rising coral pond banks...11.2025
WORK WORK - SCHEDULE WORK SCHEDULE Riding home to visit the homeland of Rung's father, I am full of strength, remembering the scent of the smoke of the white clouds of the kings Standing on the misty top of the homeland.
The father once told me in the past Riding an elephant, Ba Trieu calls the wind to the Tien Spring to see the soul of the countryside The old saying recurs the oath of the young water.
Another time, I listen to the warmth of the foot of the house of Huong burning in the clouds.The heart of the child is full of tears...the incense burning incense burning in the huy laurel Head of the mountain here.The father spoke in a couple of voices expressing gratitude.It seems like a father still needs him.Hearing the children to travel all the distant fields near the sacred mountain, the precious pearl of the heart of the homeland is still a part of the heart of the heart of the Fatherland.Thanks beforth to the heart of the children, even in the first half of the year, October 30, 2025.
HUE GINH NOONG HUE ZAUNG HOAI Late afternoon, I went to Muong Sai* Meeting you by the stream, cradling behind you The wind of wine and wild flowers swimmed poeticly through each moss box.
I was worried when I pulled up a towel Pieu Tay to raise the dress to aim to gradually remove Leng keng feet and soap away The water level of the water was winding down, hesitating to dance all over the branch The cloud fiber did not know who was woven for it?
He sows memories for thousands of years Waiting for the apricot to produce fruit with the strong scent of love The apricot oil is sunny in the early afternoon and rains.
The betel and areca nut is still a lot of hardship.It still records the promise to stone the delicious rooster Chicken with fat, he brought it to the house.poured tea to his mother and father.Teach him to cook for gifts. 6.2025 Muong Sai* is a commune in Son La province.
LO GIANG THI VIET HAI GIAO season OTHER still worn out The Giang is that afternoon with a deep fog The white Lau canopy erasing the side of Khe pond leaning against the wind silently and regretfully in the fall The storks and lacins singing the river Benh are deserted and the fog is gone The corn is fragrant with the spirit of the milk of the kings The color of the corn is suddenly golden and the road is windy The reed has blown blooming the bloom The year of regret makes us suddenly sad The iron canopy of the wind blows The cold winter craves the sun again An afternoon on the river wharf the Giao season suddenly comes to the oath The year of the river has its fruit The year of the sea its leaves suddenly worn out The Lue is thin and the sun is full of a poem.
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THIEN SCHEDULE THIEN WORK SCHEDULE Flowing in the sky of the Dai Viet bird's wing Four four generations of kings, four four floors of Sen Sen grow in mud, birds fly in the wind Despite the fists of the royal phoenix officiant, one parody house believes in the brothers leaving their own hatred to keep the world peaceful The country's festival houses have been poetic in the early morning of the early morning of a morning when I was a gentle king.
The fate of the crab has become a good general.
The ceremony of the autumn in the two new continents is wonderful...Huyen Tran Phat's tears of the sentences of the sentences of King Tran Thap Pho Minh Revealing the moon revealed the history of the Red wing of the wind, a sky of aspirations of the ancients...11.2025
