After the country's reunification, since 1976, generations of Hanoi youth volunteered to build new economic zones. They chose Lam Ha, which was then very wild, with many difficulties and shortages in life... to start a business. With the youthful energy and desire of Hanoi youth to build new lands, they united and bonded with local citizens, reclaiming and opening up land every day, diligently planting...
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On October 24, 1987, Lam Ha district was established, on the basis of merging the new economic zone of Hanoi in Nam Ban, Lan Tranh and some communes of Duc Trong district.
To reflect on the multicultural land with great potential after 37 years of construction and development, Lam Dong Literature and Arts Association coordinated with Lam Ha District People's Committee to organize a Literature and Arts Creation Camp with the theme "Literature and Arts of Lam Dong 50 years after the country's reunification". In just 10 days, 15 artists from 3 districts: Lam Ha, Duc Trong and Don Duong visited many locations and establishments and created 46 new literature and arts works, including many genres, clearly depicting a colorful picture of a rich, prosperous, beautiful and livable land.
Lam Dong Weekend introduces some poems composed at this Camp:
NGUYEN DUY HA
New home
The winds blow across Phuc Tho Lake
Sounds like the breath of the Red River
The red basalt soil color stretches endlessly
Like a grain of silt, the day rocks spur into a river
The day I followed mother Au Co carrying her child into the forest to break ground
The sun's rays nurture the rice grains to grow.
Night torchlight illuminates the children's study
The land of the countryside is full of corn.
New countryside like Hanoi streets
Gia Lam, Phuc Tho, Me Linh...
The plateau land spreads out in immense green
The town at night looks like the moon in the middle of Ba Dinh
In the middle of Lam Ha, listening to the rolling waves of West Lake
The scent of milk flower reminds me of the three-six streets
Ha Dong silk from golden silkworm trays
Land of love, land becomes homeland.
LE VAN HIEU
Quiet fragrance
The mangoes are sour and sour.
In the past tense
Guava with many seeds
Fly with the wild birds
Dirt road, gravel road
Gone back to the old days
Plums and peaches caress your cheeks
Lam Ha fruit trees are in their prime.
Flowers by the roadside - shy and charming
The rocks here are no longer precarious.
Stone becomes phallus
The water here is neither a river nor a stream.
Not an irrigation lake, not an eco-village
But the soul clings to the clouds, holding onto human footprints...
Bird is me or I am the bird in the sky
Eyes wide open
Staring at the fruit?
Petals are not yet in a hurry to hold dew drops
Like a mirror - take this sky back
Then quietly the scent...
LE THI MAI THANH
Afternoon by Phuc Tho Lake
This afternoon I'm coming back to Phuc Tho.
The lake reflects the shimmering tea hills
Who sowed the romantic song
Let summer linger autumn
There are white clouds of nostalgia
Dragged along a half-sheet of fog
The mountain is already golden before autumn
It's not winter yet but the sun is so hot
The wind gently rustles the lake surface
The evening sun has cast its shadow on the poem
Whose boat is a vague dot?
The sound of the fish splashing blurs the distant moon
Red dirt road full of flowers
High are the roofs rising up
How many years of hard work can not be forgotten
Now the beautiful scene is lasting, my friend.
Who has been everywhere
Come to Phuc Tho full of sweetness and sweetness
Lake is green lung
Keep the scenery beautiful to please tourists.
MILA BUI
About Tan Ha street
Looking at a distant cloud
The road up Tam slope (*) is blooming with wild sunflowers
Green fields on both sides
Embrace the market street whispering footsteps
The church bells rang
The temple scene is quiet and golden in the afternoon sun.
Deeply remember many memories
The heart still owes many things of love
About Tan Ha street of nostalgia
Who brings memories like mist filled
Hold hand, open hand
Old people and old scenes change every hour
The day goes like a poem
Sending my love and memories to the shore of Lan Tranh
The road of white shirts and green pines
Still leaning towards you for many seasons
The last time I came back I walked in the rain
The North-South bus ride with the wind blowing on both shoulders
Who is waiting for whom at the crossroads?
In me can not fade Tan Ha.
(*): Slope 800
NGUYEN THI BE
Up the mountain
Phu Son, the great wind and clouds
The river and stream murmur endlessly
We go to the high mountain fields
The wind rustles and the bird sings
The long winding road passes through
Vast flower garden farm stretching
Laba bananas grow densely
Coffee full of beans, full of joy
The pepper is so spicy that it makes my armpits ache.
Autumn harvest picking in the forest
Bustling with jubilant melody
Da Don plays the rhythm to celebrate the bumper crop
The pole carrying the wine of the heart
Surrounding the fire in the middle of the night playing the guitar
fertile basalt hillsides
Far away, the golden dream of life is visible.
Simple and loyal village girl
Soul of the sparkling blue eyes of the neighbors
Sweet and endless
Contains the mysterious curse of love…
Narcissus
Return date
When did I come here?
The deep green forest is filled with clouds
Dawn teases dewdrops
Birds chirping, streams singing, winding road
Green hills
A new countryside quickly changes its cloak
Village center decoration
Where else but the street of shops next to each other
Tan Ha has changed color now
The city is crowded with fields, waiting for so long
Coming here is like a lost dream
The land is filled with fragrant poems of love..
PHUONG LIEN
Lake scene
The sun is indifferent...
...not back to sleep yet
Jealous of the birds spreading their wings to reflect on the lake!
Sunset waiting...
The clouds are leaning absentmindedly
The shadow of the boat carries the afternoon sunlight!
Time Screw...
...I wade in the dark
Watching the red sunset kiss the blue lake
A drop of wine softens the lips and makes the soul bitter
Longing for the heart to bind the cold of private love!
The lake surface in...
...filter out the deep and the shallow
Ripples of love the pale yellow sunlight
The wind blew past and blew up someone's song
Hoarse cicadas call late summer afternoon!
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