SPRING STREET (author: LUONG DINH KHOA)
The thin rain of the season Falling... Falling... Falling... Falling... Spring Street is young again Bright with smiles
The trees are sparkling, young lights are lit, birds are excited, weaving music into poetry
The ancient roofs Lie quietly listening to Spring passing through the streets Calling love back!
SAIGON SKETCHING (author: Musician TRAN TIEN)
Traffic jams in Saigon I used to go early in the morning Traffic jams in Saigon I come back in the afternoon There are more shops in Saigon than libraries Who in Saigon makes money sitting still Saigon suddenly rains and suddenly shines like you The person I know sells on the street to support her husband Saigon is bright with lights every night A young city without sunset
Whoever you are, if you like, we'll invite you to drink. Even if you're rich, if you don't like it, we won't play. A city where four directions converge. Work hard - Play until you run out of gas. No one asks what you do for a living. If you open your heart, you won't feel lonely.
A city where four directions converge.
Work hard - Play until you run out of gas! 1.2025
SNOW SPRING CA (author: Master DAO VAN QUANG)
After the full moon of December, the month is one day short, one more month is added. December is without mother. For four winters, I keep the scent of clothes and soft hair.
Tropical Vietnam without snow is a given. For me, snow flowers bloom all four seasons. Because of my mother's name, because all the whiteness in this world is my mother.
Spring comes, the snow gradually melts As Tet approaches, I miss you so much Just write your name on the phone, the screen is full of falling snowflakes Mom! Mom! Every beginning is from the first morning of the year, white clouds Mom, don't fly away anymore, come back to me! At 54, I know I can't be without you, not without you Mom The white skin of my feet bears the shape of a person giving birth Determinedly step into the new season Leaving the sacred snow footprints of life
Mother is in my flesh and blood, mother strokes my hair.
White hair clings to the embrace of childhood poetry.Tet At Ty, the house is filled with poetry, bright with flowers.I wake up in a dream on New Year's Eve until morning.Mother wishes me a happy new year by kissing my cheeks, sniffing...15.1.2025
XUAN HOA LU (author: DR.
NGUYEN MANH CUONG)
Welcome to the Proclamation Ceremony of Hoa Lu City January 19, 2025
Hoa Lu shines with history, Hoa Lu shines forever In the blink of an eye, millions of flowers bloom to celebrate Vietnam welcoming the new city The power of more than a thousand years blows forward Stretching to enter the new era
Hoa Lu, Hoa Lu echoes for eternity Hoa Lu, Hoa Lu awakens The ancient capital A sacred wind blows thousands of years ago A finger opens the first page - the red calendar A spiritual vein flows for more than a millennium A new era of aspiration - Ninh Binh
Time has left traces of the walls of the first capital of the first centralized state. The era of independence has begun. Dai Co Viet Hoa Lu has a great military exercise with heroic spirit. The stone citadel echoes the oath of the country. Thousands of stone mountains build the spirit of patriotism. Truong Yen, Truong Yen is peaceful and prosperous.
Look at the floating clouds, look at the flying river, poetry and music are filled.
Ninh Binh brocade and flowers depict the love of the country.The name Hoa Lu represents a great city.Once you love it, you remember it even more deeply.The golden name, the eternal light! January 8, 2025
GREEN JANUARY (author: LE QUANG TRANG)
The bamboo shoots have grown taller and taller, The rosewood roots have grown wider and wider, The fingerprints have worn away in several places, January has returned to the alley, making me feel wistful.
Like a girl, the wind is gentle and fragile Like a child, the tree wears a beautiful flower coat Be a little spoiled with yourself Listen to the childhood suddenly shining brightly
A year of mixed sun, rain, wind and storms Flowers still bloom beautifully for life I grow older with many gains and losses Still see the joy of Spring blossoming
January is as strange as a fairy tale, watering the trees and the memories of many people... 1.2025
