Whisper with me. Pham Hong Diep Anh in the distant coastal street carrying the waves and brings the wind of her being a young girl in Hanoi to collect the smile of her eyes, her eyes and my eyes are clear, her hair is released by the flower street, so she sends her words, full of soothing arms on the warm, wavy of the vast, rippling of a thousand flowers and flowers, she looks like she gives her passionate eyes to her in the heart of the Blue Sea to meet the love of her love and love.
9.2025
DO YOU ARE YOU? DOAN HOANG LAN HUONG
The closed door of the wind stops still in the fall, the leaves are falling, the walls are falling, my heart is confused.
I close.I look at you, love is like that, close and far.I accidentally leave open a single, kind heart, open to the wind.Will you - be - be - be - be - you - not? 8.2025
Narrative Phan Manh Hung loves you so passionate about this love, so I can not love so much, I love my heart, I love you because I still love is silently hoping that even when I frozen, I was sad and sad, I look: The thin flood of dragonflies still fluttering like a storm challenge, close to each other, my husband Applying one day like the strength of Phu Dong we will be together throughout the sky!
9.2025
THIEN QUANG 16 VI THIEN SCHEDULE This is the 9th month that the green love of this world The sky is in your eyes, the sky is sparkling with your eyes looking in the mirror together forever, not seeing old We reject all darkness, boredom, and the lightness of the shiny brown eye of foam soil We plant in it the lust for love To look at each other and look around the sun every morning every length of the music Like this afternoon, the 16th day is really long.
Bringing each other back to 16 years old We are overwhelmed with emotion in relaxation Lighting up the warm lips overwhelming the baby season...September 16, 2025
THU USE USE USE USEITES The autumn sky is cloudy with green lake's surface The water of the dragon fruit with leaves and branches The sun spreads the silk through the gate of the golden cup showing off its fragile beauty The monotonous cold afternoon wind The streets seem to be waiting for someone.
People please remember the day when milk flowers fall on the wharf of Hoan Kiem Lake are still biddy in the middle of the day without the scent of the green rice wind, the heart is ready The poetry of someone released through the deserted afternoon of the Turtle King, the sun and moss After that time, who is still waiting for the pink dream of the beautiful autumn river wharf - the new autumn!
Gold leaf full of waiting...September 2025
