WHO IS HERE FOR BREAD
(author: TRAN KHIEN)
Who's bread,
who's bread?
It's raining heavily!
The house is surrounded by high walls.
Who's bread,
who's bread?
The wind is howling.
You don't study your lesson
Where's your father
Where's your mother...?
The wind blows the pale
night , who knows ? Leaning against the side of the wooden barrel Be careful, don't fall!
Your voice is getting hoarse and distant
Suddenly my heart aches
The night of starry rain is long
The night of starry rain is long!
9.2024
YOUR SONG
(author: LOC BICH KIEM)
Mother sent me to school to learn letters
So I could know O, A
Teachers sang
so I could memorize the lyrics
Songs from the mountains
Fragrance mixed with thousands of flowers
Letters from the mountains
Followed me home
I know how to greet my grandparents
I know how to greet my parents
The golden oriole's voice whispers
Like a distant fairy tale
Bathing in cool water from the stream
Eating delicious rice from the fields
The knowledge teachers teach
My wings fly by themselves
So many passionate desires
Lifting the soul high and wide
So many far-reaching roads
The lark sings every day...
9.2024
ADVICE TO CHILDREN
(author: DO TRONG KHOI)
In the morning, watch the blue waves spread across the water.
At noon, watch the white clouds leisurely embroider the sky.
In the afternoon, leisurely watch flocks of birds
flying and singing. At night, let your soul follow the water hyacinths gently drifting and blooming...
You will learn to live lovingly and givingly
Like the fields, like the rivers!
11/23/2022
AUTUMN MORNING
(author: HOAI KHANH)
The sun has just woken up,
already smiling brightly on the horizon.
The birds are very happy,
chirping and calling their flock.
The early morning sun is still red hot.
I must have been drinking last night.
Now it's all over the trees.
I'm drunk and about to faint.
The chirping autumn wind
also happily goes to school.
The shy sun
sees the yellow chrysanthemums spreading their fragrance.
The row of trees standing by the road,
with thousands of leaves, rustling
, the morning is so lovely,
walking with the baby!
9.2024
THE BOYS CYCLING TO SCHOOL
(author: VO SA HA)
At 8 years old, I asked my parents to let me ride my bike to school
- I like to go with my friends!
The road is more than 1km long
with winding muddy bends as
I push my bike through,
my face is still full of fresh flowers
on the high hill, my school
bag is big and heavy like my father's old soldier backpack,
my father is silent, his eyes are glued to my figure, hunched
over, pushing the bike up the hill, my father trembles as he watches me lean back, apply the brakes, and push the bike down the gate.
The sky lights up when I hear my children chattering
and then saying goodbye to each other and going home
, not forgetting to see each other tomorrow morning...
Every day is the same!
Morning, afternoon,
my little son
and his friends ride their bikes to school.
Dad thinks about the shape of our country, long and slender,
like a farmer wearing a hat, bravely fighting storms for thousands of years.
You are not farmers,
just little boys riding their bikes to school
. But you carry the future of the Fatherland on your backpacks!!!
7.2024
WISHING FOR YOUR CHILD TO GROW UP
(author: PHAN HOANG PHAN)
Thank you for choosing your parents to give birth to you.
Growing up innocently in a simple family.
Tomorrow I will be like a lone bird traveling the sea of life,
carrying my mother's love and my father's failed dream.
I will be independent and confident, standing tall as a human being amidst the storms!
9.2024
