The village road was bathed in sunlight, flowers lining the way home.
Hibiscus among bamboo trees
The wind whispers the mother's lullaby, the soul of the poor homeland.
In the pond, lotuses bloom from morning till evening.
The folk song evokes a feeling of nostalgia, anchoring the heart to the shore.
The stream of people flowed like in a dream.
Leaning down beside the hazy smoke and falling incense.
The rice fields are being tossed about by the wind.
The hands of the sower sow green seeds, and sprout fragrant buds.
The affectionate bond between land and mountains
The blacksmith's forge, the hammock... still carry the scent of people.
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| Returning to Uncle Ho's Hometown - A poem by Trinh Thi Phuong Thao |
Source: https://baothainguyen.vn/van-hoa/Tho/202505/con-ve-que-bac-d360b52/
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