Colonel NGUYEN DINH XUAN
Traveling through time
Going through last winter I gathered up the dry sunshine. Traveling through the cold winds of the mountainous region. The mountains seemed to surround us. Down to the green rice paddies I maintain a youthful smile. Light incense at my mother's grave. Out of compassion, tears welled up in my eyes. We passed through many forests and streams. Nostalgia for my father's footsteps | The man in the blue shirt emerged from the smoke and flames. Startled by the rustling sound of chickens. I walked among the people on the street. Nostalgia for the old thatched roof house The Terminalia catappa fruit is like a small flame. Bursting in the arms of a child. Reuniting with the River of Memories Along the river, the kapok flowers are falling in blaze. You may also like The boat drifted into the distance. The bridge was built on the old wharf... |
Colonel HOANG GIA MINH
Mother and sister
My mother's longing is like a storm that soaks my clothes.
My love for you is like sunshine spreading across both shores.
We sail between the two currents.
Half shrouded in melancholy mist, half bathed in the midday sun!
Colonel DOAN VIET PHUONG
Wildflowers
Wild grass stretches along the embankment. Flowers without fragrance or color, The flowers look like wisps of smoke or mist. The wind gently swayed, lingering at the feet of the traveler. Without fragrance or color to entice But why does everyone never forget it for the rest of their lives? A small, gentle flower bud Clinging to the realm of memories, | Many years of military service on long journeys. The young soldiers Wild grass - a distant weed It evokes so many memories of my peaceful hometown. My mother was sitting on the porch mending clothes. The wild grass holds onto all the feelings of longing and nostalgia. In that place, my homeland Wildflowers |
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