Half a century has passed since that Great Day, that day of overwhelming happiness. This year, in the atmosphere of the whole nation, our whole country joyfully celebrating the 50th anniversary of the great milestone, the unification of the country, Dong Nai Weekend respectfully contributes its poetic petals.
Crying for a fallen comrade
You sacrificed four years, I met
In the dream still warm hand
In my dreams your smile
Come to me burn into tears
If you lived one hour when the war stopped
Ride your bike to my friend's house
Drink a cup of hot coffee together
Go to the Square to see the country parade
Soldiers' uniforms flutter on peaceful streets
Fifty years later you will not be old.
Your time passes like sleep
Your hair can never turn gray.
Before the grave, grass grows listlessly
I cry for you, my heart is broken...
Nguyen Duc Mau
Peony flower road
After the series of artillery shells, the forest was strangely quiet.
Enemy bombs tore my body apart
The mountains and hills of Truong Son Mountain are shaking and tilting.
Just the fire of napalm and not a bird.
No hair no footprints left
White phosphorus forest, white phosphorus mountain
Each pebble calls out
Where are you in the broken pieces?
Only coal and fire only rock echo
Like your soul rising from the ground
Like your voice echoing from the deep valley
Through the months and days, incense smoke becomes a name
What a surprise next to the bomb crater on the edge of the cliff
Where my heart has devoted its youth
A tree of bright red flowers grows
Each petal is like a lipstick.
The flower tree is as big as a chandelier of fire.
Regardless of day and night bullets whistling and bombs roaring
Some people call it the road of immortality.
Some people call it the peony road.
After decades, back to Truong Son
That flower tree has become a legend.
Hear the wind as if the whole Truong Son is calling
You return splendidly, Peony!
Trinh Oanh Lan
Footsteps
When hearing footsteps:
Generation after generation
Hurry up army
Gun barrel urge
Tilted and erected in the sky!
The sea has been red, the land has been red for generations
From the wish for a great victory day
Behind the leaves covered with thick dew and dust
Still often heard
Footsteps
Shaking the forest, waking up the four seas and five continents...
In the midst of all the desires and wishes
Footsteps today,
Still go very quietly...
Just to protect the peace of the leaves on the tree.
The army still goes…
Ly Thang Long
Reunion
Tears fall
Twenty one years
The Hien Luong River flows in a painful rhythm.
The river is restless
River of Tears
Who brought the sword to cut across the country?
Hien Luong
Like the name of the wife and the name of the husband
As original quality
Like the sound of love and longing
Star into a slash and split
The boundary wall, the target for enemy bombs to rain down
Preventing footsteps from finding each other
Parents looking for child
Husband and wife find each other...
Waiting and hoping miserably…
Reunion
Tears fall again
Barbed wire collapse
Green Ben Hai river.
Dam Chu Van
Melody of the season
Morning listening to birds chirping
In the garden, the red plums are blooming.
The east is covered in red.
April is here!
April trumpets down the street
But only hear the voice of people calling
Oh what a strange name!
Trumpet speaker but no one!?
April mist just startled
Lightly sway and then fall
Blurred small fireflies
Meet each other with a smile
April she hopes her shirt will crack
The rice field sheds its leaves.
The red cotton flowers have just fallen from the riverbank
I heard the wind reminding me of sadness
April mother soaks soapberry
Waiting for the moon on the porch to dry hair
Secretly happy to be almost through the harvest season
The moon nourishes the wandering children
April visit old grave
Battlefield of green hair mushrooms
Father stroked his silver hair
Crying shaking shiny chest.
Nguyen Minh Duc
Rach Chiec Bridge this morning
April, I crossed Rach Chiec bridge
The beach is full of ancient souls
Fire and blood have become sediment
People with people weaving through the sun and rain…
Fifty years of purple shores
The blood has melted, the river has flowed sweetly.
Why do my eyes still sting every time I cross the bridge?
Do souls enter green leaves?
Fifty years of bridge reflecting in water
In my dream I heard bullets tearing my heart apart…
Open page for poetry to follow
How many souls call mother at dawn.
I was lost in the middle of the vast highway
Projects reaching the height of the century
Rach Chiec Bridge connects two majestic banks
Only the riverbed sees the beat of the ball
Are the clouds in the sky or in the depths?…
Tran Thi Bao Thu
To the Dong Thanh girl in Long Thanh - Dong Nai
(Remembering Hue)
far away Dong Nai
sunny east cloud ladder
my friend Dong Thanh girl
leave home for Bien Hoa
green jade body green copper
long hair delta green
eyes looking at the Vam River, eyes looking at the Red River in my father's homeland
soul filled with wind La Nga, Be River
fitful sleep, not yet dreamed but already remembered
the wandering days of the Da Hoai
Bien Hoa nights missing Thanh Nam
Long Thanh gong My Loc
remember the mother bent over the rice fields
May rainy season
white stork flapping clouds to look at the water bottom
hesitantly the rice flower sprouts
Looking up at Chua Chan mountain range, looking at the long Xuan Loc
here also plains, midlands, mountains
The deep sea also carries swamp sediments.
Dong Co riverbank and Tay Co riverbank
The waves of Da Nhim send dreams to Dong Nai
longer than a girl's dream
from that day
Hue brought along
stay on the long river...
Thanh Painting
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