New Year Poems
Legend
Dong leaves wrapped in square earth fortune
Banana leaves wrapped in heavenly scent
Save money all year round
Tet is coming, let's share the fullness and the lack.
Remote island surrounded by waves
Truong Son mountain range is covered with mist
Banh chung spreads its arms wide
Connecting the front line and rear
Dong leaves wrap square love for the land
Banana leaves wrapped in round thank god
Three seasons of wandering in search of a living
Spring comes with a cup of happy wine
Sticky and fragrant yellow sticky rice
Poor fields are cherished by hard work
Mother in the countryside, exposed to sun and rain
Let us share the good news…
Ly Thi Minh Chau
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Before Spring
Once a year
Call it new, is that a mistake?
Sunny rape flowers, drizzly rain
Seems to have been there since the beginning of time
This year spring comes before the door
Old land and sky. You and I are very different.
One has white hair, one has crooked teeth.
Life is running out, spend wisely
He has no money in his pocket.
Wandering poetry is just that much
I love you with gray hair and wrinkled skin.
Getting closer to "eat first, talk later"
The weather is sunny in the young and rainy in the old.
Thick desolate wind, sparse pink clouds
New or not new, it depends on the heart.
Love children, miss grandchildren, still looking forward to many things
Life looks less complicated
Less injustice on the sidelines of the world!
Tu Tam
Rice
Lead into the mud
Green in the cold
Round branching bush
then daughter
Rice is blooming.
Milky rice grains
Ken is thick and firm.
Golden ripe
Rice flower bows down to look at the field
Bend down without fear of dwarfism
Bend down with firmness
Bow down in gratitude!
Phuong Viet
Feel
What sound is clear and golden like a dream,
Peach buds open to welcome the blooming buds.
Fresh in the warm, wistful sunshine,
The sprouts cross the Eastern sky and rush back!
Hong Quang Mausoleum
Ancient Dam Ca Tru
(Birthday gift)
In the season of betel and areca
In my hometown, the sound of drums echoes again
People are in a good relationship
I'm alone still trying to find my way out
Peach blossom is not far away
The rice field girls are waiting
Hands used to bailing water and belaying the banks
The people were caught playing the zither and wandering in the communal house yard.
I stand alone
Immersed in a passionate love song
Hand suddenly hand
Covering each other with thick leaves and branches, let the rain fall
Oh my… Our ancestors
Burning the night away without leaving any night behind
The part that is fascinated by eyes and greetings
The drunken part of the song flows into the distance.
Nguyen Cong Ky
