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HAPPY VIETNAMESE TEACHERS' DAY (November 20) Gratitude to Teachers

Editor's note: Vietnamese Teachers' Day, November 20, is a special occasion for society to honor and show gratitude to teachers - those who have devoted themselves to the cause of "cultivating people". This is the day for students to express their deep gratitude for the teaching and guidance of their teachers. November 20 is not only an occasion to demonstrate the precious tradition of "respecting teachers" of the Vietnamese people, but also an opportunity for each person to look back on their learning process, appreciate knowledge and arouse the spirit of studiousness in the whole society.

Báo Đồng NaiBáo Đồng Nai16/11/2025

Teachers of Nguyen An Ninh Primary School (Tam Hiep Ward) welcome students to grade 1.
Teachers of Nguyen An Ninh Primary School (Tam Hiep Ward) welcome students to grade 1. Illustration photo: Cong Nghia

Dong Nai Weekend respectfully introduces a poetry page to honor teachers.

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Forever young green dreams

(50th Anniversary of Vinh Cuu High School)

Half a century passed silently

The mahogany tree is still green

Pure white schoolyard

Sparkling sunshine on the porch

The sound of the school drum echoes in the wind

Evokes personal feelings

Blue eyes tilt the notebook page

The age of dreams has not yet ended

Generations gradually follow

Forever echoing innocent laughter

Footsteps through the years

As if still left a mark on the threshold

Morning sun warms the stone benches

waiting for familiar students

Teacher's voice like morning dew

king

quiet

soft

Fifty years of memories

The school is forever young

Still bustling with autumn coming

Summer comes with lingering nostalgia

Each school year is like a stream

Overflowing green dreams

Fifty years - forever young

Because people's hearts are still pure.

BUI THI BIEN LINH

Bring the whole twenties

Bring the whole twenties

About remote work

My friend often sings

Articles about the lowlands

She still asks me out

"When will Tet come?"

Come to my house

How many times have I missed my appointment?

Still can't go home

Thirty-six class school

Nineteen teachers

Young people like us

Each person holds two classes.

She worries about life

I am in charge of teachers

Work just keeps piling up

Do it half way!

Another spring

She can't go home.

old mother in the countryside

Send up some sticky rice

I joked, "Consider it Tet."

I'm back with you "

Hide your teary eyes

She smiled shyly.

Why do I only know now?

The wordless silence

When she told me

You play for me to sing!

Le Khac Dinh

Old teacher

I met my teacher after many years apart.

The leather briefcase has now faded.

His voice was as deep as the old days when he taught.

Thin hair covered with white chalk dust

Slanted glasses with deep eyes

How many nights have I stayed up with the lesson plan?

The late night lamp never burns out

With you, poetry lights up dreams

The teacher is still the same, silently on the ferry trips.

Care and nurture in every stroke

In each verse there are so many messages

Continuing my journey into life

After a life of gain and loss in a foreign land

Looking for old memories of a time cherished

Reuniting with my old teacher

Tears welled up in my eyes as I silently called out "Dad"

VU THI THANH HOA

Back to old school

The school gate, long gone, gradually opens

The old sky lingers with the red phoenix flower branch

Teacher's hair turns gray with each page of chalk dust

Now I'm back, do you still remember me?

This row of trees is green all year round

Time passes like the first day

Old memories of pride resurface

Generations of virtuous teachers who love their profession

Teacher's words support every step I take

Chalk draws many dream horizons

When I was a student, I wore thin cloth clothes.

Who cares about the cold and dusty road

The small, clear school of white shirt days

Every class is full of joy

My school is a warm and bright area.

Fulfilling dreams and nurturing lives

White chalk dust still shines over time

Teachers are tolerant and generous.

From this place, many successes and fame

Missing the old school, now I'm excited to return.

Wandering Road

Old school

My old school is still there

Every time I come back, it's still very familiar.

Each hallway path, stone bench

I thought I could still hear voices, laughter...

The old royal poinciana tree grows bigger every year

Summer comes and the corner of the yard is decorated

White dress morning and evening to class

Like a pretty flower in the garden

The teacher's voice rang out warmly.

The book brings knowledge into life

Even though it's far away, I still remember it forever

The intact love and gratitude

Old school through the years

The familiar shadow I always wanted to find

Memories never fade

The student years are still lingering.

Le Khac

My teacher is a soldier

My teacher is a soldier

Watch the vast sea and sky

Day and night listening to the waves sing

Murmuring on a distant island

Love the little brothers

Amidst the waves of the open sea

After shift hours

The teacher diligently "grows people"

Where the waves and winds blow

The teacher sowed many dreams

Careful little hands

Every stroke of a child's handwriting

Engrave the teacher's words

Live with fortitude and resilience

Grow up with a strong gun

Keep the sea and sky of the homeland!

Le Van Truong

My teacher

My teacher is like a silent ferry

Morning and evening take the children across the river

Every page of the book is knowledge

Hope you find the future

Time passes through many rainy and sunny seasons

Autumn is over and winter is coming.

The classroom still resonates warmly

The teacher's voice spreads love

Chalk dust was falling from the blackboard.

How many times has the green hair fallen on it?

Who has more white hair than before?

By diligently teaching students

I am far away from school but still miss it

The image of the teacher is engraved in my mind.

Still intact that many favors

To grow up and step into life.

Le School

Chalk dust

Falling quietly

on hair

on hand

on the river

on the high mountains

on the open sea

on the barren field of burnt grass

Chalk dust carries light

spring is coming

blooming flower garden

chirping birds

fragrant new rice

golden fields of sunlight

Chalk dust falls

green tree of life

fruitful garden

sweet fruit

forever warm home

boundless human love

The ferryman

with a heart on fire

from the booklet

dream come true

Chalk dust flying

glow with fire

aroused desire

burn forever in the heart

Hanh Van

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