Fatherland is mother tongue(*)

Thai Nguyen Newspaper respectfully introduces to readers the special issue of Poetry Page commemorating the 80th anniversary of the August Revolution and National Day (September 2) - a historical milestone that shaped Vietnam's stature today.

Nguyen Viet Chien

MOTHERLAND IS THE MOTHER TONGUE

Motherland is mother tongue

Lull me from the cradle

Through the hardships of the years

Raise us to be human

Fatherland is white clouds

On the Truong Son mountain range

How many children fell down

For the homeland to last forever

The fatherland is rice

Nine golden season of folk songs

Like a village girl

Leaning into the dream season

Fatherland is the wind

On top of Vi Xuyen forest

Rising in red blood

How many nameless heroes

The Fatherland is salty waves

On the raging East Sea

Hoang Sa sand remembers hatred

Truong Sa rock carved in the heart

The Fatherland is the voice of youth

Spelling on the high mountains

Through heavy rain and flash floods

Red eyes nursery rhyme

Fatherland is a song

Flowing through many rivers of the homeland

Quan ho and vi dam

The ancient mountains and rivers echo back

Motherland is mother tongue

Through many stormy seasons

Light a thousand warm fires

On the mountains and rivers.

La Thi Thong

GO WITH THE TIME

My hometown is along the river.

About the land of awakening dawn

Each drop of alluvium enriches the soil

Building the foundation of our ancestors since ancient times

The countryside goes towards the horizon

Where the tea hills stretch endlessly

Where the rice fields are full of grain

The golden clouds spread their wings and fly

The elephant's shadow is deep purple and majestic.

The countryside goes through summer and winter

Through many stormy seasons

Passing through the autumn of red flags

Viet Bac Star G iọn Ngàn

Countryside goes with time

From legends from hundreds of fairy tales

Forever full of youth

From the stilt house to the endless high floors

Countryside through fairy tale

The sound of the then rhythm is humming

Cau River is cool and clear by itself.

Tan Cuong region with immense tea fragrance

The countryside begins with the feet pressing the ground

The road opens up to the horizon.

VO SA HA

MILESTONE 108

This is not the place where heroes from all over gather in Liangshan Marsh.

Not even Vinaphon's contact address.

Time figures

20th century mark

1941

Spring

Truong Ha Commune, Ha Quang District, Cao Bang Province

We must remember a place name.

30 years ago

1911.

Connecting these two points is just over two thousand kilometers.

Yet it took him 30 years

Milestone 108!

I am immersed in the soul of stone

The mountains of my homeland have never trembled before the cold wind of the border.

The sky is clear in the eyes of children

Which piece of land welcomed Uncle Ho's tears?

Dream of peach blossoms bright pink girlish charm

I was lost in thought about him.

108

Who can count how many steps he took to get here?

Who can count how many steps he took from this place to the day of the Declaration of Independence?

Sacred Pac Bo

Mysterious mist

History of footsteps carrying the soul of the race.

My steps

Small and limping…

108

When his lips touched the land of his ancestors, the whole nation moved.

The forest has remained green since then.

The wind of history turns the world upside down

I looked up at the mountain

I bowed my head and looked at myself.

Oh my country!

Echoing his poem:

BUILD A COUNTRY WITH TWO HANDS ^(*) !

(*) A verse in the poem "Majestic Pac Bo" by President Ho Chi Minh

LU MAI

Hillside view

Open the mist door

see the clouds no longer flying

because his lips forgot to smile

every step the mountain leans down to light a fire

soft fingers pluck the green moss roof tiles

Muong folk songs still resound on the cliffs

across the old version

bamboo tied to time

meet the stream to embroider the shirt

eyes more in the silent rain forest

cranes fly through the sunburn

gong falls apart in the sleep of strangers

cold stone first know remember

grass around every footprint

spicy kitchen smoke, hungry meal, lull

The wind opens the door, the wild flowers are shy

gray sleeping in a wooden steamer

fragrant food echoes on the hillside.

Phung Thi Huong Ly

Phja Bjoóc

                      

Bow before the ancient tree

Please stay in the forest today

Tree after tree

Embrace the sadness

Listening to the beat of the sacred forest

From the whispering sap of the leaves

The buds of sau sau are fragrant to the top of the sun.

The blue bird sang

Sing to forget drunkenness

Let your voice sing into the clouds

Clouds drifting lazily

About the early mornings and late nights of the village

Brocade weavers in the fields

Today I stay in the forest

In the pouring rain

Even though I can't hug the mountain

But my heart is full of Phja Bjoóc…

HOANG VU THUAT

Lotus on Grass Island

Small street corner

like a square banyan tree on the top of the island

I came out from the heart of the star fruit

white wings tilted in the waves

the sound of the zither in the golden moonlight

half-water

half submerged immense Con Co

boys on the cloud watchtower

fatherland in breath

sand chest

twelve fathoms of water heaving

The color of the tree ripens the cheeks of the morning

West Lake lotus

blooming fragrant two soldier's shoulders.

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