Poems from colleagues, paying respects to the soul of journalist Dinh Nho Liem
Editor's note: On December 28, 2011, journalist and poet Dinh Nho Liem - former Editor-in-Chief of Nghe Tinh Newspaper, former Chairman of Nghe Tinh Journalists Association, former Editor-in-Chief of Ha Tinh Newspaper passed away at the age of 78 in Ha Tinh City.
Nghe An Newspaper respectfully introduces a collection of poems by colleagues, paying respects to the soul of journalist Dinh Nho Liem.
DUY THAO
White clouds to the sky!
Knowing that life is inevitable
But when I lost my mind
Knowing each other since the poor days
We met at a poetry discussion.
Understanding each other from the casual nature
Be generous with your friends, forgive others.
His poems cover life and love
Like a "STREAM" flowing coolly along the shore
Wife "is the beauty queen I dream of..."
"You are the fire..." that warms the poetry
"You are the source of..." clear blue water
"Sitting by mother's grave", remembering "father's image".
A honeybee's life "Finding flowers"
Hate the "Madam - So Khanh" trick.
You are "GREEN BRANCHES, GREEN LEAVES"
"JOY OF THE EARTH" forms a lush
I "Love" "White Hat" "Country Soul"
"Clay pot car line" long "Cicada" sound...
The unforgettable days of Nghe - Tinh
Those fifteen years, I told you "I'M COMING BACK TOMORROW"...
On his deathbed, he wished his friends:
"Live another ten years, I'll go home first!"
Warm hands warm hands
Tears in eyes, breathless confession.
Mr. Liem, Mr. Liem!
From here colleagues lost their confidant.
From here back and forth, in and out.
Where are the familiar greetings and questions?
Where are the times of chatting?
Let us share our feelings...
I wish your soul is forever at peace
Floating "WHITE CLOUDS" under the sky of my homeland.
Night of December 28, 2011
CHAU NHO
I'm leaving.
The veteran journalist has just passed away.
The pages still smell of the Country
Taking the Party's will and the People's heart as the reason for living
Give life some peace.
Oh journalist Dinh Nho Liem
How many times was he elected president?
The position is equal to the steel pen
How many people can do like you?
Old bamboo roots give way to bamboo shoots
The country enters the spring of thousands of opportunities
Peach and apricot blossoms bloom from bare branches
Yellow leaves turn the soil to nourish the plants.
Farewell to my colleague and brother
Leave us some "lip service" newspapers
Not written for good words
The world is full of twists and turns...
A veteran journalist has just passed away.
The pen comes from the heart, the chessboard moves horizontally and vertically
You leave, children and grandchildren can not stop
Send with you heavy burden, deep love!
Ha Tinh, noon December 29, 2011
