Dak Nong rendezvous - Poem by Che Diem Tram

Forty-one years ago we met in the coastal town of Quy Nhon.
Eat on time, sleep in bunk beds
Lecture day, library plowing
Night duty at school gate listening to the waves singing on the distant cliffs

Students find extra work picking vegetables during break time.
Charity class fundraising
Please improve the spoiled cabbage
The meal was crowded together, sharing each leaf of pickled cabbage.

There are times of fever and delirium.
Friends love each other and carry each other to the infirmary
Cold medicine and lemonade have made me feel better in a few days.
Back to the classroom with friends and teachers

Student years pass quickly like the wind of youth
Future teachers practice lesson plans
Surprised by the call "teacher" of the little students
Passion for the profession of cultivating people of generations of ancestors

After graduation, each of us went our separate ways.
Lucky people return to their hometowns and cities
Volunteers go to the highlands to conquer youth
Early career exploration passion

Thirty-seven years later, we will celebrate Teachers' Day in Dak Nong .
The first time talking about the profession was not with colleagues but with classmates.
Long distance can not stop the autumn age of retirement
Sitting together, recalling happy and sad memories, some dead, some alive.

Cadence
laughter
about four decades younger than before...

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/dak-nong-diem-hen-tho-cua-che-diem-tram-185241116194622558.htm