AUTUMN BEAUTIFUL HANOI (author: NGUY SONG TOAN)
Once upon a time we loved each other We didn't need red leaves Once upon a time we belonged to each other We didn't need weeping willows
One day we realized the charming autumn of Hanoi when we were far away...
Once upon a time we loved each other We didn't need the blue lake and the blue waves Once upon a time we belonged to each other We didn't need a glance
But one day we realize Hanoi's solemn streets are full of regret... When we're away...
This poem is dedicated to those who pass by, Gently passing by, and stopping by the Hanoi of the old days and months. This poem is dedicated to those hearts that have fallen asleep, Sinking into a dreamland, restlessly wanting to return.
The first wind of the season is cold on the dike. I hug my shoulders. I tell myself that it will pass, a little bit of sadness and numbness.
Oh negative!Feeling a little restless?
Your heart skips a beat, your soul is wandering.
Who do you look like, a little charming and fragrant?
Be a little flirtatious, good person!
If you are in love, please don't fantasize.If you are missing, please don't fill in the blank.If you are drunk, please don't fly away to the place.Avoid being drunk, avoid loving and missing someone...9.2024
A GIFT FOR AUTUMN UNSEEN (author: P.N.THUONG DOAN)
Who knows that the generous Autumn's hair will forever fly down to the old Summer, mourning the sun that never returned that day?
You are like the gentle autumn, not as passionate as the storm of a winter night, not as bustling as a ripe spring day.
gently covering every corner of your deep mind
Who can understand my heart is troubled, sad or happy when the wind tears the yellow leaves, I blame Autumn for being so heartless, indifferently watching the shadows roll and wander in the night
When the sun hides under the mist, you are like a lonely street lamp watching the seasons pass by - watching people pass by.
One day suddenly saw the sky was gloomy and sad, covering the yard.
How do you know - you are like Autumn, green in the sky, a sickle curved gently like breath - like clouds - like desire
The last ripe fruit of the season fell on me. 10.2024
FROM TOKYO TO HANOI DREAMS (author: TRAN VU DUNG)
Autumn in Hanoi...
The autumn morning is cold and sunny.
Yellow leaves fall with the wind, swirling around.People's footsteps don't dare to move quickly.Dedicated to love - remember to enjoy the autumn air of Hanoi...
Autumn in Tokyo...
Red and yellow leaves dye the dreamy wind.
Quietly walking quickly, my heart wants to look back to the shore.The longer the road, the more I miss you.I hope one day I will reunite with my hometown, Autumn...9.2024
LOSS OF AUTUMN (author: NHU BINH)
The rain passed through the autumn, missing the golden sunshine. My hair fell out.
The afternoon quickly fades away, the road is dyed with dusk, how can we go against the night to find each other in all directions?
All the reasons I listed were Thu To Vuong's fault.
Appointment from the old season waiting for the next season to end Spring is dry Summer has not seen each other. 9.2024
HANOI IN ME (author: Master DAO VAN QUANG)
October 1, 2024 This is not the opening sentence of the letter I wanted to write Late in the afternoon of a rainy autumn I walked to the post office Sending a letter printed for work, sending thousands of letters to Hanoi once upon a time
Send home 113B Hang Bot I lived at from birth to age 25 Send home 129 Hang Bot where my mother used to live White-washed concrete pillars painted black Km3 no longer exists The old house of many years has been transferred to a new owner I run back from Ha Dong along line 3 of the tram tracks I - run - in - rhythm - calling - without - words
Mom! Hanoi is my Mom, a dreamy Tay Son schoolgirl, endlessly present with memories of life. With arms outstretched, I cheered as Mom welcomed little Ut Quang, whining. My fingers played the guitar, remembering... Mom, Dong A has just started to snow. I looked up at the white clouds as soft as skin. Mom, you fell into me, you hid in my hands, pitying me for the snow and frost on my silver hair. Hanoi in October, the sky is clear, the lake is clear, reflecting the past...
I walked all the way to school from primary to secondary school. I rode the Golden Mekong and the Phoenix with its wings. I met Mom while she was pedaling hard. Eternal. The cycles of time circulate. I saw Mom in the image of my lover. I was loved by the love of Hanoi.
You miss me so much when you're with me I stamp a million stamps on your passionate lips 10 squared fingers welcome October
Hanoi is an old house to return to Hanoi is a house full of paintings - books - flowers that we want to live in Autumn, life lulls us to sleep Oh mother, blood pressure is calm when love is passed on Plump children cling to their grandmother Hanoi is in my blood and flesh! 10/1/2024
RAINY CITY (author: DO ANH VU)
It's raining again in the city, my dear! The lonely electric pole next to the ward loudspeaker Both are silent, both are wet. We dream of a misty path.
The city is raining again, my dear! There are three crazy guys drinking wine on the rainy porch. They raise their glasses high and clink them together. History says hello, are you happy yet?
The city is raining again, my dear! The long streets are covered in autumn rain. The rain is so boring to the sky, it's raining down on the earth. You and your lover hug a cup of wine, missing each other. The city is raining again, my dear! The electric pole looks at me, the electric pole doesn't laugh. The loudspeaker opens in the fading afternoon light. The electric pole bows its head to catch all the falling rain. The city is raining again, my dear! The drinking party is over, each guy has a different destination. I drag my feet back to the small attic. A thousand drops of sadness weigh down my steps.
The city is raining again, still raining, my dear! The wind and rain are pushing each other, disturbing the roof of love. I close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep. A drop of rain falls at dawn!
9.2024
