FOUR SEASONS OF FLOWERS AND FRUITS IN BAC GIANG
(author: BANG PHUONG LAN)
If you ask
what is the specialty of your hometown,
please come to Bac Giang.
Luc Ngan lychee season is still available.
Sweet and delicious lychees
. Small seeds with thick pulp. You won't get tired of eating them
. If it's not in season... dried lychees are still sold.
Distinctive scent. keep the hometown flavor intact
Cam Bo Ha, have you ever heard it?
Cool and sweet, fragrant and succulent.
At the end of the year, invite him back to enjoy.
I want to buy citrus as a gift
Luc Nam sweet custard apple, sweet taste, big
fruit, beautiful meat, soft meat, loved by all regions.
If you don't come back, I'll send it down in the car
so you don't forget my hometown's specialties.
"Fruit capital" - I want to tell more.
The most delicious lychees, oranges, custard apples, and yellow pineapples.
Fruits of all four seasons, made by people who love the land.
They have carefully crafted to bring sweetness to life!
7.2024
REMEMBERING THE VILLAGE
(author: HAI DUONG)
Older than any love affair,
the green oath and promise
are older than the moonlit
well at the bottom of the water
Fairy tales and fables
have been silent for some time,
their dark shadows hidden in the sunset
shaking their white beards
The brick kiln was abandoned without
loving each other for a century,
the horizon is broken
, ah... our village!
Nong nia and a basket of sickles
picked and sifted for
a day away from the soot and
makeup in the museum
A new market on an old pond
with fish swimming in a dream
, no banh da and howling rice
, where is the village market
The full moon comes to call for the full moon
in the communal house's yard, with the sound of drums
and the clown rowing in a hoarse voice:
- Dear people, where is the village?
7.2024
KHET
(author: NGUYEN DUC PHU THO)
The canariums gently fall all over
the summer, gently revealing the colors
on the leaves,
the dew drops return to the night,
the strange sounds
within us return to the endless seasons.
Little by little,
the sun, wind, and
seasonal rains fluttered in the distant regions, shaking
the fading drops
spilling over with drops of honey,
tiptoeing through
my confused mind.
It's okay,
what's left?
Each wind sings a romantic song,
holding your hand at night when you walk through the white clouds and you will see yourself as peaceful
white
Be gentle,
my dear green grass,
the afternoon is so wet,
the golden city
is sunny, do
the gentle pains so real
follow us to the end of the road?
Gently,
a little warmth still lingers...
7.2024
TAN THANH
(author: VO MANH HAO)
When you come here,
don't ask about the garment factory, which road leads to the industrial park,
don't ask if the stock price
is up or down,
and the restaurant serving seafood dishes.
Don't ask when your feet will stop being alum and
your hair will be clean of the smell of sunlight?
The face after the rain still shines in the puddle of water on the side of the road
, reflecting a cautious look,
don't ask
if entertainment is alcohol,
the man drunkenly sings and
mumbles behind the door.
Don't ask
the day the rice grain fades
, it's an arduous version
Just
listen after the humiliation,
beauty will appear in the bustling figure.
7.2024
MY GREEN HIGHLANDS
(author: LE VAN VUONG)
The Central Highlands are dark green and dreamy
. Pristine forests are filled with cool breezes.
Streams are gently gurgling. Birds are chirping
and resounding with music.
Vast green rubber hills
Organic coffee, fragrant scent of life
Vuong Thanh Cong keeps his words true
Protecting the environment and human health
The garden is laden with golden fruit.
Enthusiasm for clean agriculture every second
. Fair, kind production. Transparency
, humanity, social happiness.
Together, we keep the environment
bright. The future is bright, the Central Highlands is radiant.
Build dreams, walk steadily together.
Take action for a green Central Highlands!
7.2024
GOING BACK TO THE HOME, REMEMBERING THE VILLAGE
(author: PHAM CONG DOAN)
Wistful
in front of the village scene
. Where are you?
The sound of the hoe entering the soup
Come on!
Green bamboo mounds
Let the starling perch on the young felt branches!
Neighbors
The fences are gone.
The walls are completely blocked.
The gates are curved - lifeless. The summer sun breathes fire on the village roads. The students carry books on their backs, foolish and erratic. The old man gropes but feels sorry for him. His stooped back
is exposed to the sun.
Come on!
The shade of the almond tree
The stork's wings embrace the soul of the village and the countryside.
The baby stork walked back for a while.
Now the wings are spread out, drifting away!
7.2024
