A profound longing for a glorious past.

For author Nguyen Phung Ky, the April 30th anniversary is a time of remembrance for the countless comrades who sacrificed their lives for the reunification of the country: "Every time I return to Quang Tri for a visit, tears fall into the Thach Han River."

For author Duong Xuan Dinh, this occasion is filled with pride in "my city," with many aspects of positive changes, overflowing affection, and vibrant energy: The city joins hands to weave countless dreams / Lighting up faith with a miraculous flame / The house of love is filled with the mother's heart / Still gently bidding farewell to her child.

This issue's poetry section of SGGP newspaper features poems by two authors, Nguyen Phung Ky and Duong Xuan Dinh, expressing the boundless nostalgia of a heroic era.

Feeling

War is a thing of the past.

Why does my heart still feel so restless?

Every time I visit Quang Tri .

Tears kept falling into the Thach Han River.

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A place that endured countless bombs and bullets.

My comrades are gone forever.

Following the Path of Destiny I take

Approaching the ancient citadel, one feels overwhelmed and finds it difficult to walk.

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Afraid he won't be able to sleep at his feet.

Because of many sleepless nights

Remember the fiery summer of 1972

Eighty-one days of fierce fighting.

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The heartfelt letters you wrote

The verses are so full of heartfelt affection.

For the sake of the future before the sacrifice

Reading it again now makes my heart ache even more.

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Quang Tri through a time of fire and smoke.

Now it's revived with vibrant energy.

Welcoming tourists for sightseeing.

My heart was suddenly filled with emotion.

NGUYEN PHUNG KY

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My city

My city is like a precious gem.

Numerous structures, elegant brushstrokes.

Beautiful green belt suburban road

A glorious history shines with sweetness.

***

The city joins hands to weave countless dreams.

Ignite the flame of faith

A home filled with love and affection, a testament to Mother's heartfelt devotion.

Still as gentle as when she bid her child farewell.

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A gentle breeze blows through the city.

I caught a glimpse of your delicate, small shoulders.

Like a song, this land will last forever.

The roads are vast, weathered by rain and sunshine.

DUONG XUAN DINH

THN

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/noi-nho-menh-mang-mot-thoi-hao-hung-post850838.html