RED LAND LOVES LOC Bich KIEM Even though we know where our country is, it is also soaked in the blood of many compatriots and soldiers, but today, walking on the road of heaven, we are still filled with pain and pain.
We walk in the vastness of Vung Tau.The sea still resonates with the waves.Listening to the waves in our hearts, the oceans are stirring.The whispers are echoing in our hearts.How many souls of martyrs are still deposited in their cells, How much pain has turned into fire, How much hatred is rising from that place.So much love has also filled the Red Earth girl here My life for my homeland Even though I sacrificed my soul to burn like a torch To light up forever after the magical source of light, O Vung Tau, once witnessed the separation To sing the song of reunion today In my heart, in my heart I wonder, Has the blood of the heroes soaked the red soil of love? August 2025
THang MUI KS.
UBURD SCHEDULE The afternoon is foggy on the deserted valley The back of the riverboat is waiting for the road of the river.
The boat glides like a sung - Thong two mountains are foggy and cloudy.Who brings the sea of water here?Who goes to the sea of saffron by boat?O our hometown is that autumn?It is as beautiful as the song of the mother of a fairy: The crow flies flying from the gate to the green fields.When I return, do I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss the cold moon of October The water flooded and I wish we could live together forever!Truong Yen, 2025
THUG SEEN HOSPITAL SCHEDULE How to DO DOEN How to start creating a nationwide network of people Remembering mother Pham Thi Nhan (1940 - 1989)
There is only a little incense left in the deserted room.
I lost and I hid myself in loneliness, my love!
I still know I was born from my father's loneliness From my mother's loneliness, every afternoon I come back to watch my father's ball As if I saw my mother.
Anh's eyes whispered to me.Poetry from the past.My whole life is still searching and searching for me, but I only see things I regret.I regret!36 years of motherlessness October still has red phoenixes Now - mother - where - where? October 20, 2025
MY HOMETOWN'S DAUGHTER PHAN MANH HUNG At the dyke, the old place called Hang Wharf.
A very spacious planning area.
Production area, material trading area.
The female director chirped excitedly.When talking to me, the phone kept ringing.The story in the past was very miserable, brother!My parents' family gave birth to ten children.Porridge with vegetables, corn, and bananas to fill my heart.Thank God the house is near the river.Rice is lacking, vegetables are enough.Getting married to a neighbor.It's as hard as the seven brothers.We both love each other in the same poverty.We have no capital and have to work as hired laborers.Our stomachs are hungry and we're exposed to the rain and sun.We don't mind raising soil on trees.Then we set up a workshop, both managing and being the owner.Bringing our siblings and children to work together.Houses have to deposit money in the bank to send to their grandfather.Lo's children have been struggling a lot thought...on the street When the time was right, God and Buddha had mercy.The result was not for the brave.Extremely happy when Mr. Tan Sang gave me a reward and the traditional Gold Cup* How can I describe the joy and emotion?This story is from my hometown Soi village.Invite me to meet Director Bui Thi Chinh.Kind-hearted, always bright smile.Still taking care of all the busy work.So proud of my sister from the same hometown!September 2025
* On January 16, 2014, Ms. Chinh was awarded the title of Businessman following the Traditional Gold Cup by the President.
HIEN LIDE still SCHEDULE.
Wishing to become a child, waiting to listen to your mother every year, being single every year, being deep in your mother's sweet words, bringing your child to sleep while rubbing your mother's head at noon, summer, helping me give you a cool breeze, being angry, quick, healthy, mother hopes to cut the baby's milk in a pair of mother's line for a river wharf, still a bridge, still sunset, weak and weak, wherever the years of the rain are full of oil, still in the form of the mother's face, the whole night are often cold, remembering the days of the cold rain carrying the soil, the smooth road clap the nails of the mother's feet, being careful in the past, why I forget Cong, the meaning of mother giving birth to raise my father for a few years, then I'm still the first time at noon, the mother is weak and weak to avoid the sun, the grandmother, just a long time, the head is still in the right place, the voice of the mother is still rising from the cold - the voice of the mother still rising from the fields - the mother still needs to follow the example - the mother still needs to be a good example.
October 2025
THE STONE MAN NGUYEN VAN MANH In the afternoon, the numbness of sleepwalking drops In the eyes of the man saying goodbye to his wife The sun goes out in his desolate heart The endless waves torment endlessly...
The woman is about to leave Like raindrops falling in the sky of a strange land A place of vanity?
The place is still sad and miserable Or is it like the vapor of excess wine dissolving into vapor?
Half of my heart was torn away from a foreign country.
The promised land sounds like money, like water.Is it as strong as your shoulder in difficult days?Is it warmer than the eyes we exchanged?Lonely raindrops, where do you drift?Praying for heaven and earth not to turn into tears Because from now on I can't have you, our children and the soul of our homeland.The woman raised her eyes to look at her husband and then disappeared into the clouds.The strange sun burned her heart in the afternoon.The man turned to stone under the sky.June 2025
