"Help each other to the top of foolishness and adventure"...

In which, "Leading the day to rekindle the dream" is a personified image of "the day" being "led" like a friend, to "rekindle" old dreams, aspirations, and beautiful memories of the past; "Leading each other to the peak of foolishness and drifting" shows a trusting and emotional letting go, accepting foolishness to "drift" together, to soar and wander in feelings of love. The two verses are a blend of reason and emotion, between reality and dream, creating a romantic, vague, yet profound beauty.

"Let's restart the season of love/ Floating clouds light a branch drifting up the day" has a gentle yet profound tone, evoking a new emotional journey. In which, "Let's restart the season of love" is an invitation that is both passionate and fierce, like an emotional rebirth, awakening a love that seems to have receded into the past; "Floating clouds light a branch drifting up the day": Using the image of "floating clouds" (floating clouds, a dream life) to talk about the fragile, fleeting beauty of emotions. "Floating branches" is a unique metaphor for sublimation, bringing that fragile beauty to light up the whole day. The two verses are words to awaken love in the illusory beauty of time, both dream and reality, like an effort to hold on to beauty before it disappears.

"The person returns to the sweet dream/ The pure lotus scent is sent to a hundred years" is full of dreams and meditation, evoking a feeling of lightness and purity in the depths of the mind. The two verses above are elegant, simple yet profound, like a stick of incense quietly offered to life, both a dream and a philosophy.

Those are the feelings of three strange pairs of six-eight verses through “Phieu...”, “Tu khuc may”, “Duong sen” by Le Phuong Lien in “Hoang hon long”. I call these pairs of six-eight verses “good poetic units”. In poetry composition, sometimes these “good poetic units” are enough to create the strength of a poem, a poetic quatrain, that’s it!

Fortunately, there is no shortage of six-eight couplets in "Long Sunset" and their beauty is expressed in many different shapes and forms, with different moods and emotions at many different levels. We can make a rough list: “The month of May is fragrant with gentle breeze/ Whose boat has let loose its blouse on the green river/ The moon is still sobbing as the night shifts/ Let me find the gardenia buds blooming at night” (“My Month of May”), “Come, let me sip my sweet lips/ Lull the lotus to sleep on the young branches” (“Sleeping in”), “The alley is now empty of bamboo leaves/ The yard is now also empty of dragonfly wings/ Through the lightning of the sea and rain from the source/ The joy is shallow, the sadness is deep” (“Where is mother happy now”), “Knowing that I still owe a debt from the past/ The sadness has not yet dried up, the joy has not yet been complete” (“Lullaby before the Ngau threshold”), “Autumn has just begun to be sweet and the dew has already filled the dim path of yin and yang” (“Illusionary as”), “The drops of sadness hidden in the eyes of the night/ Draw on the yellow leaves a dreamland” (“Two-line six-eight sentences”), “Opening the hand and holding the hand/ Who can measure the bitterness of human fate” (“Blessings”), “Listening to the season of anxious storms/ Listening to flowers bearing fruit, listening to the river returning to its source” (“Listen...”), “Hey green, hey green far away/ Though thousands of distances separate me, I still look forward to it” (“Afternoon Sea”), “Winter sadness rises, the rain drops quickly/ Without you, the areca rows wait for the season” (“Afternoon Wind”), “In this world, awake and in a daze/ Untie and retie the shackles of human life” (“Dream Flower”)... Among them, there are couplets of six-eight verses that are very personal, full of contemplation and written quite skillfully.

Sometimes, Le Phuong Lien's six-eight poetry consciously "touches" the human condition, has a worldly quality but the tone is still "soft": "The official seat is not yet morning, it's already evening/ Money and fame become fleeting things" ("Van vo Tam Bac"), "My grandfather often pointed to the sky/ Said that up there was a golden age/ So many round and distorted things/ If added together, it would only be zero" ("Oh, Childhood").

Le Phuong Lien seems to have found her freedom in six-eight poetry. She is not bound by form, although she still follows the strict rules of the genre. This is because she shows flexibility in terms of words, freedom in emotions and drifting in her unlimited imagination in the "floating world ". She "floats" so much that sometimes she "wants to lift herself out of her wandering dream". And finally and climax is: "Leading the day to rekindle the dream / Leading each other to the peak of foolishness and wandering" .

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