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| 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
Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/dong-nai-cuoi-tuan/202511/chao-mung-ngay-nha-giao-viet-nam-20-11-tri-an-nha-giao-1f104f5/







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