And the wonderful beauty of that Autumn has been in the poem of S. Esenin (1895 - 1925), becoming a world-famous symbol: "That place is still not yet Autumn/ The foreign poplar trees are still by the windows/ The big branches are still flowing in to remember/ The loved ones who lived here".
The scene is meaningful because the scene makes people miss them.
THUE WORK SCHEDULE SCHEDULE USE USE still listening to the old-famous sound of the forest in memories The sound of the car, the rhythm of life today An old song...
Still finding a way back It seems like we have forgotten the images of the village only remember the urban flowering of the folk songs given in the past Many times give the market music flow Now, suddenly remember the poetic day of the late moon alone Singing the song while singing at the tossing song But the light is like the harvest season Suddenly realizing through the folk song Music is not just art The way the Vietnamese people connect with their ancestors The light is the way to guide each song of the ancestors from a young age The words of the ancestors are the fields, the heart and soul of the earth are the strings of the earth, the mother and mother singing with the sky Now, now, now, I can sing the song of the Vietnamese folk song.
The song of the country music is not in harmony with the country's music.October 28, 2025
THU KHAK MAI NHUNG Carrying the fragrant sticky fruits of the season leaning towards the city of brown cockles to find fruit for people like fog The streets are covered with blindness on my curved shoes and bare toes and afraid of breaking the big church bell he held in the right moment of the ripe season or the right season, lying to me and waiting Don't haunt me with your velvet eyes.
The eyes are still green, how long will it be until people sweep gold on the paintings?Don't haunt me with one hand and hand on the figure of the autumn sunflower when the dream reaches the person in the face of the city carrying the rainful night?The little worms are rolling on each day of the berries I don't recognize the sound of the breath of the fruit of the big apple or the porcelain flower...10.2025
LOVE POETRY OF PHAN HOANG'S MOTHER
Seeing my mother's gentle breath sleeping, Tho wants to fly up and dance with thousands of stars.
The house of incense sticks must be late, I still remember my mother.I also miss my hometown, I still miss the night of Tho school, wanting to be a wind of a knife connecting my mother's heart with the incense sticker. 25.10.2025
AUTUMN LAND OF GOLDEN PEAR HONG QUANG Moscow is vast, I run for a lifetime Where I come Winter is white, the night is cold, the rows of birches stand still, I'm sweating, picking up the coins, Then Autumn returns to the wonderland of endless golden maples, Oaks also wear royal robes far away, Birches smile, looking at the squirrels playing Olga Bergolts, just keep repeating the same word Don't touch, this season the trees lose their leaves!
So gentle, gentle for all.
The East River is still as calm as the hair of a lover.Saint Petersburg has captured my heart.I remember Dasa's hair, the Russian girl that afternoon.Languages are so different, how can we understand each other so much?Gave me a handful of golden leaves in the royal garden.The minutes we spent together were extremely few.Autumn is so beautiful, but why is Autumn so short?I returned, forever missing Russia!October 27, 2025
CLOUD IN TA XUA HOANG DANG KHOA
There is a place in the sky where clouds no longer fly, just rolling together like the soul stuck in the middle of Hang Dong on the back of a Dinosaur at the feet of those who go hunting or picking balls.
We have flown through many high levels, the first time overwhelming the sky - road - cloud as if all the empty fields are floating in eight directions from all sides here gathering at the coffee shop "My" listening to the wind and the wind of the sound of the flute tying the neck at night, listening to the ghost's voice and the moonlight, I will listen to the holes of the Great - sun - clouds will melt when the day falls, the edge of sadness will melt, don't say the sentence "sad like Me" because when I escape from this place, where I don't know if there is anything, even the virtual fog, I will be excited like Ta Xua... 10.2025
VONG CHAU TRAN QUOC KS.
DAO VAN QUANG
Worshiping for nearly 1,500 years on the island of the East of West Lake In the list of the most beautiful pagodas in the world Tran Quoc - the most attached pagoda of my lifetime The context of many memories of my life Anh has swam, dived, and played since my youth Then, I watched the bull tower with the Cuu Pham inter-flowered with the top of the Nine-Piece inter-flowered Cuu Pagoda Opposite the most sacred and precious place - the most majestic landscape To witness countless changes of Thang Long I witnessed him taking me to see the two seasons of the lotus of West Lake Through here, I listen to the bells to raise the boundary Looking at trees and flowers that count time.
Only the bells that have passed the centuries of the dynasty are still in the soul of the dead.No superiority needs to remember the day of the Buddha's birth But we need to know the birth of the birth of the People's Capital to reborn. October 2025
