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| Protecting the forest. Illustration: NGUYEN THANH PHUONG |
This morning
beautiful to the heart
I suddenly remember the mornings of the past
An unforgettable part of life!
Tamarind leaves blow coolly through the school yard
The leaves of the Indian almond tree sway - the wings of the butterfly flutter
The magpie on the treetop tilted its head.
Her lecture filled the notebooks.
Water fern flowers bloom purple on the river
The mornings are fragrant with the scent of rice fields
The gong calls people to the fields.
I miss those busy mornings so much
People hurrying back and forth
White storks looming along the dike...
I used to have mornings like that.
Sweet memories of childhood
I carry it with me all my life
Chalk in hand looking at the children smiling
I suddenly saw so many new things
Sentence about the river flowing into the sea
The waves in the song gently caress my heart
Morning! With so many people
I am happy to contribute my youth
Rice grains and vegetable stalks nourish generations
Intelligence grows from the first stroke.
BUI BIEN LINH
Train to Bien Hoa station
The train across the Central region
Each station - the mark of a land...
Hello Trang Tao, Dong Nai land
The whistle suddenly sounded long and resounding.
Crossing the wild hill memories
Rubber trees cover vast forests
Gia Rai, Bao Chanh, Dau Giay...
Bien Hoa - hear it somewhere, so close
The beat is like the beat of footsteps
The sound of horses' hooves marching in the past
Old road, white bones, blood
Who went to open up the land, who entered Tran Bien?*
Suddenly the city appeared
The train slows down, the heart flutters
Long road, soon arrived
The train station is looming with familiar figures
Hello sacred land
We come back to live in the midst of warm love and faith.
Feeling sorry for our ancestors
Building the country - thousands of hardships...
Bien Hoa, Tet Giap Thin - 2024
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*: Old name of Bien Hoa.
DO MINH DUONG
Dong Nai River
How many lives are sent down the river
The endless desires leave the river
Drink up the mountain source this afternoon
And tossed up high a pink blue color…
The sails are floating in nostalgia
Gleaming storm of the past world!
Drawing rapids, river banks tossing upside down
Cat Tien - time covers the castle
Meal with K'Lu, Ta Lai wild hair
Need wine with gong, afternoon pour deep source
Tears of pain on the fossil road
The silvery S'Tieng moon is overhead.
Before was the river, after life the river still flows
The alluvial paper is full of garden scent
I am like a bird from those years
This afternoon fly back to a corner of my homeland.
LE THANH XUAN
Farewell
May
Love each other from holding hands,
remember each other from the time full of sunshine and rain.
Farewell standing in the noon sky
The uphill road is twisted just enough to step on.
May, hot and angry
His clothes were soaked, the wind was sad and absent-minded.
Summer, red phoenix flowers in the school yard
you go
The scent of grapefruit falls on the way home.
TON THAT QUYNH AI
Whisper
of the old bridge in Mai Waterfall
I stand here thinking about life for a hundred years.
Thousands of times ebb and flow
Each burden of hardship and trampling
On the journey of self discovery
Life gave me a giant block of steel
The swaying bridge welcomes people across
Life gives me thousands of apricot petals calling spring to come
Wild orchid branch, a gift from the fragrant wilderness
The melody blends with the sound of the waterfall
I offer my warm arms
Rusty iron block
I became a teasing antique
The shadow of time covers the shoulders of rotten leaves
Damaged entrance seal
Hon Voi Phuc remembers footsteps in the past
Remember the clear laughter of the babbling brook…
The herd of buffaloes lie in the sun and wind*
White water season, river of memories
Fairy Footprints Hide Their Traces**
The waterfalls roared calling each other
Great awakening
Group of people cut through the forest to connect the dream road
Winding green
Fifty years of peace in the country
The primeval forest covers the universe with green
I am proud
Turn around.
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Note: Mai Waterfall: a place name in Dinh Quan
*, **: Buffalo herd, Fairy feet: ancient traces at Mai Waterfall.
Red Wild Bird
Up in the forest
Go to the forest wearing green shirt
But have not yet understood the vastness of the forest
Looking at the green leaves
Oh forest, the years seem to last forever.
Warm in the color of your beloved shirt
In the warm, dark smoke of the rainy afternoon
In the forest, there have been many bamboo shoot seasons.
Several seasons of earth-shaking campaigns
The army went to the waterfall
As if the whole mountain and forest were taken away
The liver is strong even in the face of adversity.
If tomorrow I fall down, it will be because of the country...
Generation after generation of children
The age of twenty is still green as the forest.
Relic of War Zone D Base, May 2025
DAM CHU VAN
Father's Road
The road my father took stretched across the country.
Have you ever counted the hardships?
Crossing streams and forests from North to South
The blood of comrades stains the road to unity
Through the bomb-buried, artillery-pounded fire line
Red fire Khe Sanh, road Chin, Con Tien..
Ancient Citadel, enemy counterattacks day and night
Many comrades sent their souls to Thach Han River
The road my father took through the storm of bullets
Stepping on layers of B52 carpet bombs
Overcoming danger and hardship
Campaign route through Phan Rang, Phan Thiet...
The father's path is North - South separate
Fragile luggage of only letters
At home, there is a good wife and young children.
The steel gun accompanies the next step
The destination is Unification Day.
North - South one strip of country
On the long journey, many people died and some survived.
The enemy bullet fragments in his body
Peace comes to end the turmoil
The wife's hair is now gray
Three children walk together firmly
Northerners and Southerners build a rich and strong country.
MAI HA
Red leaf painting
Soldiers returning from war
He painted a picture of red leaves.
How many days and months have not been completed?
Erase and redraw
In the middle of the blue tones, the sun still shines pink…
He wanted to draw a convoy going to battle.
The whole stream of people is like a river
How many people leave, how many people wait
The red leaf forest is the sun that stays awake all winter…
The bombs have stopped.
He painted portraits of the dead and the living.
Strangers as well as friends
There is a sad portrait, the paint never dries
I want to paint a picture of red leaves.
But why is it like an old mother's eyes are waiting for her child...
TRAN THI BAO THU
Poet Dam Chu Van selected and introduced.
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