HANOI IN THE TIME OF THE HERROW (author: LUONG TU DUC)
Hanoi more than 2,000 years ago That day I was a heron A citizen of the reed forests, reed beds, lakes and marshes By the Red River, the water overflows during the rainy season Oh... the Red River's water is like milk I spread my wings and fly with Hanoi Without a name, without streets I ate the moon and bathed in the dew I slept in the sun during the day without waking up suddenly...
Hanoi over 2,000 years ago was born once a year from the flood season.
I had a childhood fed on alluvial milk.
Hanoi was sacred when I was a heron.
After a thousand years...70 years...Hanoi is different now.Must be different and always different.No regrets but what are there to regret?With Hanoi today, I am a human being!Ha Dong, 2024
HANOI AND LAKES (author: Associate Professor, Dr. BUI TIEN THANH)
How many lakes are there in Hanoi? No one can ever answer exactly. What was and what was lost... As the years go by, the water surface gets less!
The calendar increases every year, the faces of people are congested but the lake surface is scattered. New streets and new roads are opened regularly, but traffic jams occur every hour. Bridges connecting hunchbacked bridges are like a poem that is off-topic and misspelled. I am confused among the lakes.
Crossing the railway to catch the train to Thanh Nam As a student at the University of Transport, 30 years belonging to this school, living in the heart of Hanoi From the West, every morning waking up to the sun The late autumn sun on the morning of October 25 The milk flower is full of the expected kiss The lake mirrors keep my memories Exhaling steam and mist and embracing the velvet clouds Two arms through the prime of life Becoming a railway for love to enter the station Remembering Becoming a bridge every day and night, familiar as a breath On the map of memories with the Capital
Every day and night needs 26 hours To listen to the lake's stories, stories in the myriad of ripples Keeping me in the aquatic dream from Luc Thuy Dam Dam empty - bottom The small dragon in the middle of Thang Long citadel gathers spiritual energy from 4 directions and 8 directions Flying on the green candle tips Birthday wishes for the 30 years ahead of me... 10.2024
SONG OF LOTUS SILK (author: NGUYEN THI KIM TUYEN)
(With Nhu, the girl of Dong Thap's lotus silk)
Fly up, fly up, fly over the fields, fly over the immense cajuput forests, the rice flowers are graceful, the chirping sound is gentle, the bamboo shadows are swaying, fly over the noon, the peaceful song, the clouds, the gentle wind, the pain is gently lifted
The one with hands that spin and weave, the one with feet that are covered in mud
Fly through scratches fly through loneliness how many changes how many losses
Weaving from the earth's veins, the lotus life tirelessly lulls the new season of silk, the lamp spins the moonlight
Flying through the shaky dream of echoes, is sweat as salty as my love?
Oh, the girl sits weaving fragrant silk, flowing soft streams of longing!
Weaving into a song, weaving the image of the happy homeland, why are you crying?
Washing yourself in the lotus, the next day your tears will also be fragrant...
10.2024
LISTEN TO THE LOTUS WHISPERING (author: NGUYEN THI KIM TUYEN)
Stop praising me today I bloom tomorrow I fade my feet are dirty my clothes are wet my heart is golden my soul is still bright want to touch me right? wait to hear me wait when my hands have sunshine...
The person who left at dusk carried on his back the sound of crickets chirping, the ducks and birds asked for evening, why haven't you come back yet? I pressed my chest against the grass, listening to the echoes of my heart deep in my dream. I met the boy riding a buffalo, why are you still sitting there waiting for the kite to drop its string? Has the water returned this season? Are the buffaloes still crawling? Are you back yet? I took off my shepherd's shirt and followed the river, I bathed, flowing along the river to the ocean...
And if you bring me back to the city, my feet are still muddy, don't look at me with your eyes, I can't stand the overwhelming praise, I can't stand the sweet words, my heart is already filled with honey! Honey is from the earth, from the sky, the earth is brown, the sky is the color of leaves, whoever goes away for too long becomes a stranger, whoever comes back becomes a guest in the green fields
Tell the people out there to stop using white clothes as a pretext for the distant people. Rice is counted by grains of sweat, counted by rivers. Have you ever eaten a bowl of rice and heard the sound of the lapwing choking? I lie down and listen to the cautious footsteps. Are you afraid of hurting me or afraid of the alum water?
If you need me, try once to rest your head on my thin wings and dream of a shepherd's dream, your dream, the dream of mud.
When you smell the sweet scent of mud, I nod.
When you call the lotus fields to wake up, we belong to each other! 10.2024
CONFESSION TO LOTUS (author: NGUYEN THI KIM TUYEN)
I will be the black mud and you will be the white lotus. The sky is so wide! The earth will be closer.
I want to be the source that you wait for, the land of longing, when will it ever be bitter? I'm afraid my heart will be cold...
Ask which way the storks fly so I can find my way back to the dock. Ask where the waves crash so I can swim with you. Ask in which season the storms and winds lean on your shoulders, my love?
Wine is distilled from rice grains, rice is distilled from sweat. You don't say a word, I'm drunk, the fields are tilted. You just need to flirt, I'm drunk, my heart is tilted. You don't need to say a word, I'm drunk, my life is tilted!
I will be the mud and you will be the white lotus. I will spread the calm shore so that your buds can spread their fragrance.
Breathing into the noon dream, your fragile wings fly against the wind in the broken sunlight, I sit and collect your colors...
Not even half the lotus season has passed, my feet are entangled with silk threads, then stained with the color of the night, so that you can be pure during the day.
Hold my hand, squeeze out a drop of fragrance for life, lean on the blooming lotus, let's love each other...
10.2024
