New restaurant
Open the doors wide to invite people for fragrant morning tea.
Inviting sunshine into a room that has passed through winter.
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I pick up old cigarette butts.
arrange the chess pieces at the end of the garden.
The human chess game has just ended.
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Under the blazing sun, mold is fleeing.
The sun promises a happy day.
Sunlight dances on the moss-covered, dry rocks, the relics fading in insignia.
The sun embroiders flowers onto the wings of ghostly butterflies.
The sun playfully teases the sweet dew.
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Open the door and invite me for tea.
shimmering green at dawn
The last night is over, it's over.
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The gentle breeze carries the voice of aspiration.
I'm offering tea as a token of my personal affection.
The new shop is full of four-season tea.
People with tired legs can stop.
This shared half is for those who continue to live far away.
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With the doors wide open, my shop is filled with the scent of lotus flowers.
invite someone for morning tea.
Tea brewed with the first rains of the season.
My mother keeps memories in those jars of memories.
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Invite people into the new restaurant.
The sunlight shimmered, hanging like crystal beads.
PN THUONG DOAN
We recognize ourselves
On the bumpy, uneven bus ride home.
I suddenly realized I wasn't young anymore.
As evening fell, my kind mother still sat by the window.
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As summer arrives, the distant hills are covered in the vast expanse of purple rhododendron flowers.
After many long years away from home, I've finally returned.
I thought youth would last forever.
Who would have thought, it would fade away in an instant?
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Standing silently on the steps in the early morning
Listen to the wind blowing through the empty hillside garden.
We rediscovered our childhood after so long.
The coffee this morning suddenly felt sweet and full of affection…
LE CONG SON
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