NSND HOANG CUC
LEAF BELL
Golden season, streets also ring bells and leaves. Crowds rush on the road, seeing your shadow. My city is very strange. Shops and stalls sparkle. Gentle steps passing by.
There may be many strange things Like Spring will have to go through the harsh Winter Trees writhing leaves falling on old tree stumps Will sprout saplings May be bustling streets The spring square will be full of flowers We have to get used to the bustling dismantling We will have many different paths But getting used to it, we will step through
Today Hanoi is fresh. The sun shines on the footsteps. Very excited, the man on the warm street. Holding hands with tourists leading across the street. Smells of Ta Hien coffee. Oh, dear street, my laughter!
NGUYEN TIEN THANH
AWAKENING
Then the rain burst into tears of sadness Storms to wash away the wounds of the road Sand born from wearily stone Stone born from still wild dreams
The flame of fire has turned to ashes The earth listens to the roots of grass lying waiting for buds Loneliness - an underground water vein Transforming into a silent flowing entity
Time falls at the end of the horizon Wind blows through the doorway of a chaotic life Picking poetry from the desolate realm Silently listening to gravel and rocks disintegrating late
The dark road echoes Footsteps draw light filling the heart Hands turn into a search Grasp the longing knowing you have forgotten.
TRUONG DANG LAN
SUDDEN MOONLIGHT IN THE CITY
On the streets sparkling with city lights. There are times when we suddenly see the moon. Suddenly startled and exclaimed in shock. Oh my, the moon! as if it were far away.
The moon is still rising in the sky. When the month comes, it rises again, never breaking the appointment. Frog drum calling for the moon to rise in childhood. Mid-Autumn Festival, camping, bustling hometown.
Arid fields, rice is ripening, my daughter.
Drilling water on moonlit nights, I forget the hardship.The countryside with ornamental plants, the fortune is rice.Poor grains dyed with the color of the moon.
And you go back to the place where guns fired. Many hardships overcoming countless mountains and passes. Marching road without lights, without torches. Only the forest and silently the moon hanging...
The moon is still rising above your head. Only I am forgetful. Life is like that, with a lamp, I forget the moon? Don't be startled when you meet the moonlight!
NGUYEN THI HONG NGAT
CONVERSATION WITH SONG BANG
The gentle river flows through the city. In the distance, mountains and overlapping mountains. Ban Gioc Waterfall falls day and night white. Cao Bang, oh, how much love!
The small river contains many storms in its heart. And the river surface is always gentle and peaceful. People here: Girls are as beautiful as flowers. Tay and Nung boys are also gentle as the earth.
The sound of the zither echoes gently. Gentle whispers. I am overwhelmed by the peaceful sky and earth - Bang Giang River keeps flowing into my heart passionately.
I have loved Cao Bang since when, I don't know. Although the road is full of high passes and deep abysses, the noise of who is singing "Lưng núi trông vời" echoes so passionately...
Đinh Xuân Trường
RAISING A CUP TO CELEBRATE SPRING
Friends from all three regions raise cups to celebrate spring. This is Na Hang leaves' yeast boiling, Gam river waterfall, Gianh river fragrant with Bo Chinh ginseng, Van village passionate with Duong river, Thuong river.
Here is the cup of celebration overcoming floods in Thai Nguyen "Red Rain" burns brightly in the sacred land of Quang Tri Quan Ho still "People, oh people, stay" Saying goodbye to friends, why is it always difficult to say goodbye
Sharing the Central Highlands, Dong Thap Muoi Everywhere is passionate about the love of the country Night here listening to the Red River singing Hanoi is fragrant with elegant flowers of peace
Raising a cup to celebrate spring, shedding all sadness. Taking care of the nurseries sprouting buds. Each field is fertile and lush. Every river is poured with fragrant wine.
