I returned to Quy Nhon on a beautiful afternoon.
The sea still sings the song of a thousand years of crashing waves.
The wind of Ghenh Rang tilts the sky and clouds of the martial arts land.
The white sand is soft, like an unforgotten memory.
Who is still awake at Mong Cam Slope?
And then I hear the voice of Han Mac Tu calling the moon back to its old harbor.
"Who wants to buy the moon? I'll sell the moon to them" - the old verses still resonate.
Let the heavens and earth be filled with wistful memories of a human life.
I stood silently, gazing at the vast, boundless sea.
The rocks of Hon Chong remain intact for a thousand years.
Does the distant Ông Hoàng Tower still retain the lingering notes of music?
A heartbreaking love story that keeps people awake at night.
Descend to Tien Sa and listen to the gentle waves tell their story.
Regarding the image of Empress Nam Phuong
The hollow rock formations, egg-shaped and bluish like the eyes of a person gazing intently, reflect a poignant gaze.
A golden age still leaves its mark here.
Travelers are drawn here by the enchanting song.
To Mount Vong Phu, to the Green Island, to Thi Nai Lagoon...
The old song sounds as if it never faded away.
Still anchors the heart of the traveler from afar.
Now Quy Nhon is walking hand in hand with Pleiku.
The sea and the mountains are connected in a single breath.
A new Gia Lai – as vast and long as its history.
Where the vast forest meets the blue sea waves
Twenty-one thousand kilometers from my homeland
Nearly four million hearts beating as one.
The sea calls the forest, the plateau gathers.
Our land and people are reaching towards the future.
I want to visit Binh Khe.
The place where the former scholar, Mr. Phó bảng, used to be a benefactor to the people.
I once told my child, "Go find some water."
"If the country is lost, we must first find the Father to find the country."
Heartbreaking parting words received before departure.
Empowering the Seeker of the Image of Water
What does the Vietnamese Empire have today?
Their position and status couldn't be better.
I wish I could return to Tay Son someday.
Listen to the war drums echoing the sacred spirit of the mountains and rivers.
In memory of Quang Trung - The hero in simple clothes.
Riding the wind through pages of glorious history.
Oh Gia Lai, where the sea meets the vast forest!
But their spirit is like a never-sleeping tide.
The land has the sea, poetry, and martial arts.
They have a deep and lasting affection for their homeland.
O you who are on a long and arduous journey
Rushing to make a living, a long and arduous journey through life.
Remember not to forget and schedule a visit.
The land of Quy Nhon will forever cherish its people.
Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/tho-phan-trung-ly-nho-quy-nhon-post587870.html
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