I go back to my hometown Thai Binh
Surprisingly very similar to Tra Vinh alluvial land
The pink morning sun gently drifts away
The green rice fields spread a sweet scent
Homeland of five tons of pride
Love of people, love of land, give gentleness
Black Sand Dunes, the sea calls out endlessly
The fleet of boats hurriedly crossed the ocean
Thai Hung, Thai Thuy my friend
Across Tra Ly river, a sky full of poetry
Vu Thu, the absent-minded mustard flower
Keo Pagoda festival, who is waiting for who?
March red cotton flowers drunk
The purple xoan flowers are gentle, memories fly and linger in the heart
Gentle fragrance leisurely
This is the beauty I hope to see when I return.
Remember the day I followed my grandmother to the dike
The mulberry garden is lush green, the villagers raise silkworms.
Traditional craft village for many years
Nurture the silk, the thread is fresh and tender.
Source: https://www.baotravinh.vn/tho/con-ve-que-noi-thai-binh-45524.html
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