Entering the historic month of May, the month of red historical pages "Nine years of building Dien Bien / Creating a red wreath, creating a golden history" (To Huu), commemorating the 135th birthday of President Ho Chi Minh (May 19, 1890 - May 19, 2025) and many other historical anniversaries, the Dong Nai Weekend Poetry page would like to turn to those historical anniversaries.
On Muong Thanh bridge
The smoke and fire of bombs and bullets stopped seventy years ago.
Dien Bien Airport, planes flying up from the golden rice fields
The scent of fragrant rice rises to the sky
The clouds here are also filled with the scent of ripe rice.
Dien Bien rice is as fragrant and sticky as the dance and slim waist of a Thai girl.
Pink Bauhinia flowers, white Bauhinia flowers on your shirt
The French heavy machine gun with its barrel collapsed at the head of Muong Thanh bridge was as lonely as a tiger's corpse.
The fierce tiger bowed its head and watched the people happily gather at the market.
Dien Bien products are fully available:
Wild honey, bitter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms,
Scarf, floral skirt, blouse…
On Muong Thanh fields we still encounter the dreaminess of the wind.
The winds blew hesitantly through the hills
Hesitantly blowing through the valley of mud and blood
What do the bicycles, the crisscrossing trenches, the rusty pieces of metal on the roof of the De Castries bunker and the thousand-pound explosive crater on Hill A1 tell us?
Seventy years
Must add another Dien Bien Phu victory in the capital's sky
we just got today
Dien Bien Museum is gradually becoming more complete, gradually revealing more hidden sacrifices.
The earth and rocks opened up the wonders of artillery pits, raining fire down on the enemy's heads, alongside ancient submachine guns, bamboo hats, and military uniforms of the National Defenders.
The eyes of the hills of yesteryear…
Dien Bien Phu - Bien Hoa, May 23 - June 5, 2024
Dam Chu Van
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In the cellar De cas…
We stood in the De cas cellar.
The light is still on on the table
Light shines from the souls of thousands of Viet Minh martyrs
Out there is the Nam Rom River.
Water flows peacefully
Muong Thanh field of ripe rice
The vast season of prosperity in Dien Bien .
Maybe De Cas hadn't read it at that time.
Poetry by Jang tac Dier
“They snatched it from our hands.
Oh suffering homeland
Rice and trust…”
O Ara Gon, Pon Eluya and Jang tac Dier *
Blood in prison
Anti-fascist poetry
“Oh the country called France
Has turned into a grave
All hope is thrown away
In the darkness of nothingness…”
And France has Raymond Dien, Han ry Mar tanh **
Block the railway with your body
Blocking the train carrying bombs to attack Dien Bien.
Bataan folk song
As lyrical as the white Ban flower Xoe dance.
Out there is the Nam Rom River.
Still flowing peacefully
Muong Thanh fields in the rice ripening season
The warm and prosperous colors of Dien Bien.
In the De Cas cellar the electricity is still on.
I heard the Viet Minh's artillery chant...
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* French anti-fascist poets
** Fighter for peace in Indochina
Le Dang Khang
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Uncle visit hometown
Still the same familiar brown shirt
Four season rubber sandals
Silver beard cool wind
Uncle returned to visit his old hometown...
Lotus Village - The Fragrant Lotus Fragrance
I followed the familiar path.
Who are friends still there, who are gone?
Nostalgia The person silently calls out the name
There are still red hibiscus
Hammock swaying in the wind
Thatched roof, bamboo walls, dirt yard
The soul of the countryside seems to hold back footsteps
In May I went back to my uncle's hometown.
(It was as if Uncle Ho had just come to visit)
The old well water is still clear
Following Uncle Ho's footsteps to understand the source...
LE THI XUAN
In April memories
In April memories
Fragrant countryside
Sweet potato dug up quickly
Not sweet enough
Rice grains on the bottom of the pot
Carrying a full load of bananas
Salt bathed eggplants
Crispy like laughter
Fresh green spinach plate
The larvae are scattered
Basket of green beans
The aroma of boiled rice fills the house.
The trees that nourish us
During a difficult time
April in memory
Mother held back a sigh
Anxious about tomorrow
Poor market is expensive and deserted.
Father goes against the tide
Restless legs
Rice choose to take the bowl
All the delicious food is for you
The sun weaves tirelessly
Colorful grass and flowers
Parental love
Light up my life.
Nguyen Ngoc Phu
Read a book
Raindrops falling
The porch of the house is bewildered...
Sunlight on the page
Happy letters... skipping lines!
The rain stops and the sun comes back
When does a book run out of pages?
Phan Nam Sinh
Dak Lak
Along the river a long streak of hair
A streak of dawn brightens the forest
Legs pass hesitantly
The heart has passed through the realm of the past
Silk thread has woven the hearts of the people
The bride and groom have turned green and looked at each other.
When the shadow of the mountain is high and deep
When the time is near, the deer move in the forest.
Half-echoing night
Rambling light, tearful starry sky
But should be meaningful, but should be words
The homeland has become part of the southern life.
This season has ripened cyan and cyan
The aroma fills the air of Dak Lua.
Le Thanh Xuan
Spring missed appointment
I'm not afraid of spring leaving quickly
No more spring, summer passionate sunshine
Cicadas sing their romantic seasonal song again.
Red phoenix branches and poems spread their wings to fly.
I'm not afraid of the clouds and wind, still passionate
Whistling blows urging green buds and leaves
Not afraid of the afternoon waves flowing smoothly
Patting the boat with a melodious refrain...
Just afraid spring fades gentleness
Then lips and cheeks are less rosy and more sunny
Afraid the street will suddenly be bustling with empty footsteps
Leave me alone before sunset.
Fear of mutual trust also erodes
Two straight lines do not go in the same direction.
So if spring misses its appointment
Then let's keep our love forever!
Tran Bich Huong
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