DAI LAI RUE still has your hand fullness It's been a long time since we forget the old days When sweat is also fragrant with the smell of reed and weeds At the age of twenty, we feel the gentle wind and fire Our roads are the rain and sun, we have long since we forgot the seasons of love Forgetting the words of love that are still in our hair We are still wrapped in tears Every time I cry For peace in the eyes to be soothed and gentle We forget that this afternoon is messy When the sunset is not colorful and happy We are lost in the middle of our lives and the road has no more footprints For a long time, we have forgotten the spring nay suddenly return in the old picture of the old Ta of the past, the golden rice fields of the Ta of now, the forest has passed the fall...
9.2025
HUE HOSPITAL SCHEDULE HOSPITAL SCHEDULE When I just came to Hang Tau street, I asked Mr. Tu where he was now, still skillful in making poetry.
He is still a gentle wife trading in the old riverbank.The rain- Soaked and wet shirt Cai O found early at noon and went home.The grief is all over the countryside.The whole country is calling for a long night's passion.The rice pot is full of rice carrying the pot of potatoes.Eating on the potted beans is not a show of art.The person who had a bearded Mr. Vinh is a gentle guide to the front of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of reality.The painting is still exposed.The real painting is still exposed.The painting is a spicy and sour color of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge.The bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge of the bridge is still in the bridge of the bridge.
SCHEDULE WORK SCHEDULE The pink mai sun and chicken The bustling homeland appeared before the threshold gently like the image of your mother Far away from the soft, cloud-covered mountain The road to class this morning The fragrant rice is dyed with the sound of yellow-gold birds Rising all over the city.
More love for the Fatherland, the rose book page of the garden.The fields of thousands of years of the country are the river.The grass isoped, the wood stake contributes to the destruction of the thu.The storks are lifted like the green Vietnamese monk, the sky is forever green.The way to the stars of the autumn is majestic.On the shoulders of the red scarf you and the country are bustling!September 2025
Tell me, the Luong Dinh Khoa school season is more than a thousand stars than flowers than the golden honey under the roof of the school cherished by love day by day to grow up where the peaceful autumn is sunny and warm, I will light up the meaning of the teacher of a thousand years of white clouds flying the ocean in the early days of the drums according to the flag of the flag of the future to bloom in the future: The way is better than the good knowledge, the skill of the country will rise to the mountain.
Old bow nose crossing the storm storms to the big sea - proud of the people of Vietnam!
When starting to put each solid tablet to build a solid future from peace, independence - Live gratitude to the great adult wings to become a child's life, a life, remember!
Going around the five continents, it is hard to forget to come back, find yourself soon to collect a place where love gives a lifetime that does not run out of all lives here are brightly brightly spent in the future ...9,2025
THUA SCHEDULE SCHEDULE When your father was in the forest When the breeze was gone, I stopped waking Up remembering today when I went to school The opening day of the new school year opens the school is fresh and flowery The school is full of flowers in the Muong village Afternoon is spent studying with children and children.
The flock of young birds in the mountains and forests is given a new coat.
How many seasons have you been in the same path of Hoa with the highlands?
How many times have you been in love with a small child?Have you forgotten the way home!?Nighttime stage covered with colorful moon and skylight Sitting next to the textbooks of the book of the revival of the Morning Star.September 2025
Music stream for Da-Nhi* Nguyen Xuan Hai I suddenly remembered that the time was far away from the yellow Berghen forest, the willow willow, Da-Nhi, the deep blue eyes, the genius of the genius looking for the tune of the gentle autumn that follows the ball balloons and the "pine fruit" through the childhood, she does not know where the tent in the corner of the forest is absolutely the same as the might of the song.
The eighteen million hearts follow the heart of the sentimental stream of the miraculous color of the world ...
8.2025 * Da -Nhi and Edua Grigo - the character in the short story "Batch of pine" (1933) by K.Paustovsky (1892 - 1968).
