The oil lamp
The oil lamp stood still in the corner.
It's been easily thirty-five years.
The oil lamp used to illuminate the nights.
Give me some examples of how to solve math problems.
Let the youngest child hug and play with the cat.
She silently recited the letter her brother had sent from the front lines.
Mother softly sang a folk song late at night.
Grinding and sifting gradually reduces fatigue.
Father braided rope.
Tie the plowed field down to plant rice seedlings in the morning.
I remember that long, stormy night again.
The rain poured down, soaking the mat.
The thatched house was dimly lit by a lamp.
The father searches for palm fronds, the son feels the leaky roof...
Today the tall buildings are bright red.
The wide streets are illuminated by magical colorful lights.
Suddenly, we forgot about the years spent burning oil lamps.
The lamp stands alone in the darkness.
I raised the lamp like a sinner.
Dry wick, crooked neck, withered stem
The dust has accumulated in several layers over time.
Tran Quang Chieu
