The river flows on forever in a single, emerald green stream.
On this bank, the Quan Ho folk songs resound.
like an endless, resounding spring
Across the street, a new dawn breaks in the morning sun.
High-rise buildings ignite the flames of dreams.
Illustration: China. |
We drift between two shores of memory:
It is a village whose reflection is mirrored in the river.
and the construction site was bustling...
Nhu Nguyet!
Is a person a thread?
Should we mend the worn edges of time?
Let our homeland be like this
clusters of ripe red lychees
The rice plants are heavy with golden grains.
Returning to the rhythm of the land
Like a wordless call from a mother's heart...
I want to write on the surface of the water.
poem by alluvial soil
so that each flood season
and brought with them new seeds.
Sowing seeds of a bright future on these verdant shores...
Nhu Nguyet!
The wind on the river continues to blow silently.
But the soul of the land remains ever green… never growing old!
Source: https://baobacgiang.vn/phu-sa-nhu-nguyet-postid418204.bbg






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