Always have mother in life

Throughout life, we always have our mother in our lives. Mother is like a familiar garden welcoming every ray of morning sunlight, the autumns passing, leaving the guava scent around the fragrant sky of childhood.

Mother is the place where we were born and raised, defining a homeland that will never fade in the hearts of children who have been away from home for a long time. Mother still watches over us, mother is always by our side, mother often comforts us, mother is a solid support... whenever we are sad. To celebrate Vietnamese Women's Day October 20, SGGP Newspaper introduces poems by Pham Hong Danh and Nguyen Tan On.

Mother's burial place

Mother's placenta was buried there

I left and never came back

The sand is still hot on the sunny and windy riverbank

Sad grass withered at the foot of the dike

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I returned to a cold moonlit night

Late night dew remembers the scent of spring hair

Which hand has gone far away?

Debt to each other sayings when parting

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In your eyes clouds and tower shadow

Drifting since the time far from the source

Hoai An, I have never repaid you

The expatriate still has sad dreams

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Bloody moon in Han Mac Tu's poetry

Waiting for each other, the graves are deserted.

Waves caress the footsteps of travelers

A little bit of hometown scent is not enough to warm the world

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And in me a cold winter afternoon

Quy Nhon sea roars far away from people

I trembled leaning against the cliff

I am exhausted in the sad wind and rain

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The rain still falls, the weary song of separation

The old garden of the young woman still remains.

I'm drowning in the achingly sad melody

What fate is far away from a homeland?

PHAM HONG DANH

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Autumn in mother's garden

The sunshine in the countryside garden has turned the fruit yellow.

The wind blows winding down the hill

The rose tree turns around in the leaf-shedding season.

Bare branches against the sky, thin clouds drifting

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There is the smell of sunshine on every guava

There are birds chirping

I love the path through the grassy slopes

Love the footsteps of hard work

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A few drizzles wet the mountains

Very light, but also cold

The leafy road, swaying and sloping

Can't call out name, heart filled with tears

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The sound of the hoe is hard, from the standing posture

Bending over the foggy grass

Father cultivates the sun, the summer ends

Mother pulls the afternoon branch, shaking the autumn shadow

NGUYEN TAN ON

THN

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/luon-co-me-trong-doi-post818796.html