The old bamboo shade no longer blocks the sunlight
The fields are still vast today.
High street close to fragile village gate
Suddenly heard chirping on the branches
The sound of birds falling soothes the countryside
The market is thin and full of praise and criticism.
Buying and selling a lot of gossip in the streets
Prosperity in a hundred ways is erratic.
Fields are forever the way to earn a living
For generations we have been familiar with straw.
So the land always demands more furrows
This place is still green with rice.
The moonlight still fills the village lane at night
The fields and the city are passionate
Please also leave a dike to look at.
Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202506/pho-ben-lang-c2d2b98/
Comment (0)