Those who have passed through the Phu Yen Newspaper's masthead

We - sitting in the middle of a familiar afternoon

The only difference is that the gaze still lingers on the newspaper page.

A time when we were both awake and believing.

Still lingering on the edge of the eyelids.

We have all seen the sea in Tuy Hoa churn with waves.

The wind blows across the Da Rang bridge, a familiar title.

The manuscript still smells of fresh ink.

Eagerly awaiting the release date.

We all remember the New Year's Eve cover.

I once forgot the title I hastily chose.

Only a stain of ink remained on the sleeve.

Mixed with the sound of typing - a faint, distant echo

We - once wrote in difficult times

Leading the newspaper through countless seasons of storms and floods, yet still not at peace.

The royalties are low, but the drafts are thick.

Still yielding to each other - every word carries the essence of the people.

We once raised our cups of coffee before it had even cooled down.

During the night shift, the call bell rang like rain.

Breaking news is silent outside the window.

But my heart remains awake with the unprinted page.

We were once silent because of an unfinished title.

They once argued over a single phrase.

Then, only their eyes remained, silently conveying:

"Yeah, that makes a full page... that's fine."

Right?

Together, we have elevated each issue of the magazine.

From local news sites to global news headlines.

A Phu Yen newspaper - more than just an address.

Rather, it is aspiration - quality, modernity, and trust.

We once worked together to build a new cuff.

Illuminate the meaning of words on each page of transformation.

A sharp and modern "Phu Yen"

Leaving a mark of the craft - amidst the vibrant rhythm of life…

Sadly, the "Phu Yen Newspaper" cufflinks will soon be gone.

An unprinted headline - fell into the white column.

Lost in the hands of someone familiar with the folds of pages.

And I find myself crumpled up with longing and affection.

We will eventually go to other places.

Dak Lak - the highland wind stirs the midday rhythm.

We bring with us something that cannot be reprinted: the Phu Yen Newspaper masthead.

There was a time when journalism was like making rain.

Falling silently - dissolving on the seaside street.

My heartfelt regards to those who still keep it.

My fingerprints are in the corner of the printing table.

Where the flame of words still flickers

And the camaraderie among colleagues—unexpectedly, it remains strong.

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202506/nhung-nguoi-tung-di-qua-mang-set-bao-phu-yen-84e4a33/