REGRET A WINTER (author: TRAN GIA THAI)
Sending you off to the cold road, Meeting me again in the old winter, The wild wind blows through the roof of the street, Loving the moss waiting for the rain.
Listening to the tree sending off its branches, Gold falls, yellowing the grass.
The last green leaf, Sowing fear in me! 11.2024
WINTER (author: BUI MAI THUY)
I hope you don't sink like a mountain, or I'll turn into a river, with mist and smoke rising between us.
Does the mountain ever bow? How can the river go upstream? One side stands silently waiting, the other side has nine winding bends.
Okay, the river pretends to be indifferent, Listening to the north wind fill my heart, Okay, the mountain pretends to be arrogant, Youth still has one longing.
Cold winter, winter The kitchen on stilts is on fire Laughter hidden in the grass forest Warm and soft windy scarf and cotton coat
Promise the immense green season The old tree on the mountain's back peels off its bark The alluvial riverside nurtures Connecting us in the blooming season...
11.2024
HAND-HANDED LETTER TO A BROTHER ARTIST (author: VIVI)
Respectfully presented to artist Do Ngoc Dung (Viet Tri)
We write and draw all our lives with tireless arms. Creating art is the ideal of life, it is salvation. I wish to visit you in the Central Highlands. I have never lived a half-hearted life.
His house, not looking far, only sees 4 floors of paintings. Painting diligently with a thirst for life. Is the circle of life as round as a grapefruit? Doan Hung Which dream is the "true dream"? Color - Emptiness, Reality - Illusion, shuffle the cards!
Your prayer is the love of life - poetry Pouring out your internal organs to believe in love, spinning silk and then eating silk in your thoughts The harmonious colors and shapes of paintings, the curves of statues Walking up the stairs to heaven with joy Going down the stairs with limp legs in pain Wandering - Happy encounter Sun rays with innocent palm leaves You were born in the bright summer You blessed me with a picture of a herd of pigs happily playing in abundance
I held back my tears when I saw you draw Anh Dung Like your name, we can't surrender! 11/16/2024
DOOR AND WIND (author: Dr. DO ANH VU)
The Northeast monsoon touches the door, shaking slightly as if welcoming each other.
Oh, the wind is lost in the middle of the night. I feel sorry for the door that has been here for so long.
The wind has been blowing for days, wandering with the endless clouds
The wind blows through the late nights, rubbing against the door to ease the sadness! 11.2024
HANOI IN THE EARLY COLD OF THE SEASON (author: P.N.THUONG DOAN)
Since when has Spring not been warm, the tinkling sound of wind chimes is so sad, the trees are so sad, standing so still
Since when have you loved the shadow of the old tower drying on the calm lake, loved the red flowers of the Indian laurel tree to be happy alone?
in the cold of early spring, the rain whispers, you wrap a scarf around your love, passing through the alley, we are separated by a thin, transparent glass, a heart full of lies
Since when has spring had no sunshine, black wool coats and drizzle? Hanoi is cold and smoldering. You pass by people who don't know how to smile even though the peach blossoms are blooming.
The man is like a tower's shadow shining down on my life and then breaking apart when the cotton flowers fall, the sound of loving you... remembering it makes me so sad
leafless trees wet road loving you is a joke. 9.2024
BLUE EYES (author: TRAN ANH NHI)
Late at night in Hanoi, the wind changes direction.
A single leaf flies - through the crack of the door.
Startled, it's already the end of Autumn.Outside, the streets are still not asleep.They wear long dresses, they put their arms around each other.Whispering, is it the beginning of cold or winter?But I feel my heart flutter and my steps falter.A short sleep, oh, the first watch.Surely this night - the night of blue eyes...!October 27, 2024
