BON THRONG EM PHAN MANG HONG The gentle spring is covered with green and leaves The summer of your life burns my soul.
Swing to the fall in the green.purple and dreamy.Suddenly the price is low.As the weather in the middle of the winter, suddenly there is a storm like the strong Yagi.It is cold and flooded.That is La Nina.Be the four seasons of flowers.offers the scent of life.Be the song of forever, the song of Love you is so close but far.Love is passionate, love is so strong.Who knows, love is extremely much.Viet Tri, June 14, 2025
WORK WORK WORK The sound of the sea waves carved into white sand The children are deep and have a oath.
Who is standing there in the rain of a thousand mulberry trees?
Remember the promise to La River?The smooth hair of anicesome eighte years The butterfly is flying in the face of the hills and sun The old house has been changed many times.The color of the memories of the months and years still fragrant.The hometown has thousands of green rice balls The rooster rooster rooster roars the sun to wake up The wind of the thousand-hounds blows the brass to the wind The figure of the father sitting in the misty mountain in the summer afternoon The eyes are bustling with the sound of the scum The eyes of a gate-watching look for someone down The sun is still the color of the year The leaves of the month of July are why are you still far away?return to your hometown to listen to the folk song "Listen to the wind" tell the story of the hardship of the heart still being eagerly longing In the warm house of love "come home in the warm house of love" " Go home in the peaceful, sad afternoon" "I will meet the pure days We sing together the passionate song of the skin of the month and the dry days waiting for the rain!7.2025
A FACILITY WORK SCHEDULE USEET When students sleeping on the color of the lenses An afternoon of sunlight suddenly urging him to return to purple flowers I still stay in the innocent fall without white clouds stopping to fly across the sky reminding me that I have gone through the old roads, slow rain The old mountain of clouds The old tower is sad The smartest thing is collecting the mossy walls The heels of the mountain of the mountains love the wind accidentally We are getting old, the hometown is still young The childhood environment of dreamy, noisy calls each other The alley of the moon is searching for the roots of white clothes Also stunned to listen to the waves of applause until night.
6.2025
THUEN SCHEDULE dr.
D' HIEN THI before the sea...
Seeing the mountains falling into the sea, the sea falling into the mountains carrying you before the sea...
Seeing the thin emotions of grief spreading with the white waves...
The golden grains of salt preventing the sun's fiber Every bright red imprint walking towards you...
You before the sea...
The sea is fierce...
The eyes of you look there...
Since when the sea waves have been standing, the mountains have been standing?
You between the mountains and the sea, I will always remember you.Remembering the blue sea I understand you.7.2025
Where are you going when you are in high school?
meet him on his 17th birthday When he had not yet contributed to creating bridges, Ha is fragrant with the scent of the forest, sweat and salt of the sea.
I blow mountains and mountains, I suck the river to hold the waves to hold the whole beat.
Then our bodies are full of 17 blue hair, bright skin.The bullets are boiling and then stopping...The heart is in command The roads, waterways, and roads do not increase the progress of the arteries.We are scheduled to meet at the Port of Authority.From April, I will continue to spend many days alone.The body will parade and remind the calendar I will buy a ranzen for all watch reporters around the world.Let a day take a day to slow down.Let us give each other an eternal love In the middle of July, 17 years will come!8.7.2025
