The truth should be reflected, discovered, and fought for a good life now and in the future. The truth is recorded and contributes to building a world that is constantly created every day, by the power of journalism.
Congratulations to the journalists of the country's press with the mark of a hundred-year beauty. It is truly meaningful to be a hard-working and glorious profession as American documentary writer, judge, and screenwriter Geoffrey Champion Ward wrote: "The press is the firstapage of history".
On the side of the mountain of Son Tra Nguyen Nho Khiem Anh, standing by the mountain of Son Tra Em mountain, the green afternoon is over the city, appearing behind the foliage of the wind sought around the cliff
Time to hide at the end of the street from the sun and rain The village environment is still in my memory. Afternoons are deserted, the tables are calling each other, then books are whispered Then they are divided away, the sun lines are turned off the schoolyard
This afternoon, sitting with Son Tra, I love you like waves rolling up to the silver light I know that the cloud band is different This sea foot has strange sunlight, blue sky
He returned to planting awesterly flower bottle Hearing the scent of the beautiful poem And he knew, one day, in him, aop of the feet stood on the edge, reborn. 3.6.2025
A FARTH THAT USE Hence * WARROR Of AFF male and female, we have to stay in the hot summer
The one who goes - regardless of the one who goes, we still stay with the world's props and leads
People search for fire to find coal We stay with leaves and liver waiting for people
Hundreds of years in life The person who goes to sea, waiting for the bride is blue...
6.2025 * Writer Dao Ba Doan is the author of the short story "The person who goes to leave the world".
SERIAL DOAN MANH PHUONG
When the idea took root The toes started The time of the old horse fighting in the dark club always found an excuse to stop and get dirty
Relieve the running track with a new heading to replace the long-standing thoughts of denying the uniform footsteps and thinking of the soul- itself- itself- itself- itself- itself- worms
Standing as a profession of responsibility to pass on life And the toes starting The look at the sleeping clouds as if raising the sky higher
The roads, the routes connecting Mai later, whatever they are...
6.2025
VO MANH HAO INTERSECTION
At the intersection, I stopped for seventy seconds, whether the light was green or red, I watched the old lady invite to life the sour fruits that had many scars on her hands as if taken from the cold winter with the refusal of the refused.
The child chubbying Vietnamese On my body and eyes, there are always hidden old temples. Is the lottery ticket in my hand a brighter look for me?
At the intersection Sometimes I feel sad Sometimes I look up, take away from heaven a little nostalgia The nostalgia that does not dissipate with the wind wind wind winds will turn into the sound of birds
I put them in the deep corner of my memories as bells that wake me up in the face of the fall - four - trips - traps. 6.2025
LAND GINANG VI SCHEDULE I hope the river waits for me to go to the sea The trees crave the wind but stop waiting In the midst of the sun, many suns are in the air
Thugs in green sweat and thirst for the river If you become a river, please let me swim at ease If the river rises gently hug you gently Duoc is filled with tears of sweat and sweat The pink salt does not need to go to Hymalaya But where you are, the salt of words - the pink color of the bridge You look like a mountain
Bring me back to the rainy river with husbands The bridges become a bridge for poetry across the flower blooming purple andau flower, blessing Huu lao, traveling with a broken heart in love with Moi, combining the lips of the rich banks.
