UNLOCK AND LET GO... (author: NGO KIM DINH)
Take off many worries, let go of your lost life, let go of - take off the dogmas, the long road still has many dreams
In the past, who wore so many layers of clothes to greet the sun and rain?
One day you came, one day you went, each day further away from the land of illusion or the way back
Take off the flowers and leaves hanging from day to night Let go of life like a trap Hold my hand... 10.2024
TEACHER NGOC TUYET (author: Master.
DAO VAN QUANG)
A teacher for a lifetime, mother had thousands of students. Her two sons Vinh and Quang, she gave birth to, studied at Thinh Hao school - mother taught. Loving the primary school teaching profession, mother devoted herself wholeheartedly. I remember my mother's cough in winter. I also remember the coughs caused by chalk dust.
Mom, my hair is now as gray as chalk but I still remember the green trees, green hair, green board now, black board of the past, white letters on a black background, handwriting reflects the character of a person.
In the ultimate loneliness in the deepest longing Contrasting the black night with white memories White is the combination of all colors, white is the beginning I have lived through half a century, more than 3 years is the number of years without my mother Just as October begins, I long for the month to end Folklore says: "Before I smile, it's already dark", why do I close my eyes until winter?
December 8, 2024, Mom turns 80. On Mom's birthday, I wish for a miracle: Mom comes back to hug Quang from the world of good people. Even though the world is full of treachery and deceit, Mom still teaches me the lesson of kindness and innocence.
Mom, I run 10km on the gym machine every afternoon. I'll run until I reach the land where you are. Mom is a cloud, mom is a good earth, mom hugs me, my skin is 88 black and white piano keys never stop
Cross country fingers forever... imagining mother's resurrection I cover all darkness with white image Mother's figure!
Mom, please hold my hand and my baby son will babble.
Let's learn to spell and write in a white lined notebook.I write the word "peace" in purple ink.I write with my hair, changing day and night, mother's name Tuyet! October 3, 2024
MOTHER! (Author: People's Artist HOANG CUC)
Oh mother, thin fate, thick land. Not yet letting go of the sunlight, the sky is white with storms. The body of a dragonfly drowns in the water, floating in the water. All my life in storms and rain, my father planted... faith.
Today, under the silent ground, mixed in the mud, mother sank somewhere. Mother lies, tying her children to her. Mother lies between the water, washing away the void.
Vast, so vast. In the sky, waterfalls, below, floods. Where is mother's shadow on the dike? Where is father's sunlight beside his child?
Where is the scent of rice fields on the banks? Where is the sound of the flute in the afternoon shadows? Where is mother's teachings of many things... The storm and rain are silent, painting the autumn afternoon mist?
The village is flooded and foggy. Today is peaceful, the day is quiet! The sky and earth suddenly become vast. What bridge can be built to wait for mother to return...
The stormy night is overwhelming, all around is nothingness. I pray to God that I will wrap a scarf around myself. I will look in the reflection of the water, lonely, for my mother to return.
Spiritually, I bow in all directions, wherever mother sleeps, wherever father lies...
Tonight the earth is chased away - the stars are gone.
A starling calls silently...
to the void! 10.2024
TALK TO THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW (author: HONG DA)
I came to my mother's house to be a daughter-in-law. "Blood is different from heart" has been a long time ago. I love my biological child very much. My daughter-in-law is like the mother who gave birth to me.
The fire warms the family. I try to take care of it so that the love will last. Mom used to work hard to start a business from beginning to end.
For you, my child, whether round or crooked, it is up to heaven to decide. Mother hopes you look up. "Happiness and virtue come from the mother" the right is up to you.
The sunset goes behind the mountains, the children are strong and round, the mother is happy.
10.2024
Autumn Kyosei (author: Dr. PHAM HONG DIEP)
The whole sky reflects the poetic mirror of water. It is so quiet that it is boundless before you. The Golden Horse Tower reflects your standing image. The wind caresses your falling hair. The purple orchids are stunned and fascinated. October gently carries its fragrance. You wrap up all of Autumn in the depths of your eyes. The chrysanthemum trellis lets itself show off its beauty. The green elm bank makes you so beautiful! More graceful and softer than Autumn.
Kyosei stood silently waiting. You exuded a thousand lingering scents. Kimono of all bright colors. Gently and shyly caressed her lips. I can't describe the autumn sky as I stood waiting. The bridge was also beautiful when its lotus feet swayed.
The ecological zone lulls me into a dreamland. Next to Kyosei Japanese garden in Thuy Nguyen, Hai Phong, there is the love of the sea. Lulling me to sleep, the soft willow fingers. Kyosei, Hai Phong has an Autumn symbiotic with waves remembering cherry blossoms.
10,000 meters above the Florida sky. 9/18/2024
MISSING THE ONE WHO LEFT ME (author: Musician TRAN TIEN)
You left me, I'm a miserable person, why did you leave me? The rain falls like crying, the wind howls all night long. Let's go, the love of my life. I miss you so much.
My life as an artist follows the wind, follows the clouds, Borrowing love, hiring tears. What will I use to feed you? My life as an artist, living a foolish life of literature, poetry, and words. What will I use to feed you?
You left me, you're still wandering, a lonely stork. The future is bleak, who can I wait for? I hope you're luckier with someone than me. I miss you so much...
Let me go, my love.
I miss you so much... 2024
