The village boys are just beginning to show their youthful vigor.
Who carries water past whose house every morning?
The carrying pole sways gently to the rhythm of January and February.
January and February
The eggplant garden is shedding purple flowers, a word of praise.
The green spring blossoms
Oh dear
Golden sunshine.
January and February
A butterfly flutters idly at the edge of the village.
A person who has been away for a long time.
The hedges are sparsely spaced.
January and February
Who is waiting for whom?
Who is returning, who is longing for whom at the end of the village?
Who is waiting for a ferry crossing?
The old river is deserted, only one person crosses the ferry...
Phan Xuan Luat
Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202602/gieng-hai-73d4bf8/







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