With the belief and principle of promoting beauty and the vitality of the song for the spirit of workers. Lao Dong is currently the only newspaper that appreciates dedicating its poetry page every week as a steadfast contribution to contemporary Vietnamese poetry.
The name of the novel by William Faulkner (1897 - 1962) - "The Sun of August" makes us cam bit when reading the lines of the famous American writer who received the Nobel Prize in 1949: "Humans are immortal, not because among all things, they have an undying voice, but because they have a soul, a spirit that knows empathy and sacrifice".
WORK SCHEDULE each day on the roads The newspaper pages are full of newspapers for workers The newspaper is salty with tears and sweat and the scent of kindness The news lines are sent from flooded areas The house is floating, the wife lost her husband and children The Prime Minister wade through mud and cried, the police beat up to save the country The reform news is reorganized to open the country The country is painted in the new era of the Tien Rong land People know how many generations of technology for the Ninth and Six generations The brave reporters are blatantly blatantly blatantly.
Some people are lying on the battlefield away from the land of the Fatherland, blood, sweat and tears The wonderful hot news for the country, for the workers...How proud are you, Lao Dong!
BRAND SCHEDULE VI SCHEDULE Long rain at night, purple leaves The sky is felt by the people in the sun.
Remembering the long session of the shortest day of the crust life, all the memories of our two butterflys flying and falling, not finding the garden Through the bird's wings falling into the glass door.This morning, both sun and rain The summer of the tiger counting the flowering stars of the rain - the accumulation of the accumulation of the agony of the incense sticks The incense sticks of the 8th month are deep on the raft, like to be at the top of the mountain With the hand picking up the leaves, floating on the ocean endlessly From the search of the search of the wings of the wings, waving the light of the yellow flower is no longer necessary.The baby is in need of a long, warm and wide bed, covering the green drape, the hand of the 8th month of the 8th lunar month...In the 6th of the 8th lunar month of the 8th lunar month, 2028.
SEEN HAI WITH WITH WITH WITH WITH WITHEUND Bringing your child home The sad heart of a father knows how thin his father is like a river, so he can return...
Father's house is always his child's house But the children's house is not his father's house.
The principle is not to say about suffering.
No experience, no lessons.
When will it be the time to be pious?
No more, if you drink, it will be the afternoon like at night?Time will not be less, no more.Just make mistakes and look at sadness...August is raining and you are too young.Social networks are bustling.Father sitting at the table drinking tea...When will it be time to watch for the father?Night is counted, just a day at a time...8.2025
THUA THIENTS TINH SCHEDULE takes you through Me Linh There are you every European country traveling After hours I wake up believing every dawn with a flash of flower photos At night I can't return because of rain I'm too busy ignoring the weather report Why can I predict the day I love You, fate My heart gives me love, what challenges I have to face Through Europe without borders Stepping beyond the limits of my life Every police officer of love at the wedding, must have an afternoon to have Me, the afternoon is still morning I just leave, all the village-based worries are the diary of life full of letters The balls of your face are just like your face The time is faster Than the wind Every day you are the day of being in love, the season of being in love, the year of being in love, the year of being in love, the year of being in love, how can you remember the days of being in love?
I joined you in Mr. Than to play the dan hinh No. 8...
20:18, 5.8.2025
GREEN SEASON NGUYEN DUC PHU THO
Like living in the past hill and today the vivid memories of the windy afternoon
waking up one morning, the sparrow strings down the small feathers and flies
The wind of miscarriage and the footprints of the day the waves hit the wet foot of Mo Nghe, and warm...
Sunflower plants light up memories leaning on the eyes of yellow leaves ... When everyone is silent following the deep hills, the eyes of the birds flying tiredly
In the fall season, the old hills of the ageless horizon
Releasing small birds to practice flying
8.2025
