WORK WORK WORK The dry leaves are cheering for the last time, the strong wind runs into the fire of the burning mission
The silence is submerged The mistaken silence disappears The winds of the changing seasons of the old land are pure and excellent
The leaves as small as beehives trembling and roaring like a home will rise... 3.2025
ANH CH OU LAI...
Le TUAN LC I only remember that time the moon rose to the wet silver lune covering the banana buns.
alone, alone I stood waiting.In the middle of the golden moon, there was only one more sister
I only remember that I had kissed you. Only the moon knows, the moon laughed through the leaves. Night passed, the fog and moisture in the moon's cheeks had gone out, we didn't know where to spend.
So that now, every time I visit my hometown, I can't forget to visit a small alley.
Even if it's early, noon, or a windy afternoon, inside me, it's still the time when the moon rises! 3.2025
CHIET HOSPITAL SCHEDULE IT Hence, I miss you so much this afternoon!
A very fragile light sunny afternoon Cuc Phuong is hazy and sinks in the leaves of your paintings, but it never works
Surely in the late afternoon, he would have been surfing the streets. Company's friends are asking for a beer. fun, don't get too drunk. It's a problem for a glass of... trouble!
Or let me go swimming in the muddy stream in the alluvial wharf. Don't race with the rising tide! The waves will wash you away...
The forest is deserted tonight, sharing the campfire.
I am surrounded by the crispy cheers of laughter.My private life is getting higher and higher, I am burning in my heart! 23.3.2025
THUONG DINH HONG Sometimes I just worry and worry When caught up in worries and worries, I feel sorry Some days I cry and laugh half a day, Half a sad half in the sky...
hanging in the sky
Hoang brings the fallen season into poetry Only the flowers understand the butterfly of love Just sow to be full of love Just get drunk and the morning continues to rise
It's been half of my life but still believe in fate, still fall in love, even though the grass is ripe, the land is still a pity...
you! 3.2025
F.CHOPIN VAI QUYEN VI THUY LINH In two places in the same western part of the city, I will listen to many clips left by Quyen's fingers flying that night
22 March, he and I in Ho Guom Theater Supernature is a magical space The moon is the star that breaks the love of light Where the Vietnamese music sanctuary is fragile and shoulder is shaken with green rice bones. Stretch the body to express the melody of paradise. The black-handed band of silent 88 black and white documents and all contrast have thinned because of the Chopin song. The color of the fragrant and beautiful fragrance of the song has been soaring. Raising thousands of listeners to escape mediocrity - the limit of the Japanese conductor performing for a thousand nights. Also not wanting to command his movements like you don't need to be meticulous When holding his hand to position himself
Bao Quyen, precious birds or flowers In the pink dress of anange, Athena gives you magical moments Bringing thousands of people to listen to the world of wonderment Tham deeply loves you, you are even more Linh
Every second is priceless because of Chopin's music.
The clock stops in memory The night of March 24 and tomorrow, we will still wonder at Ho Guom Theater until the two-forth hour With - sound - hold - act - praise...March 22 - 24, 2025
LAN LA THang BA NGUYEN VINH THAIEN The lion barks a little bit, let's continue the story
The day is right here In the pouring rain of the third month, it is difficult to live
This day here In a cup of flavorful tea, I don't let my mind be lost in many centuries...
A little objection Can talk to March
March is not at home March is going out with Le Hoa Man flower, so Thanh get pregnant and Thanh becomes a butterfly, according to him when it's sunny...
The lion barges a little Now time begins to waste
When until early April will the red pomegranate sticky rice burn like a fire? 3.2025
