Poems about teachers
* Schoolthe day Uncle Ho arrived
(Commemorating Uncle Ho's visit)
Nghe An Secondary School, 1961)
How are you all?
- How are you, sir?
Are you full?
Yes, sir!
Are you happy learning?
- I'm happy, Uncle!
Are you united?
Yes, sir!
Do you increase production?
Yes, sir!
Seeing you children healthy makes me very happy.
So everyday
Do you do what you say?
- Yes...
My grandchildren's answers
Sounds weak.
The conversation between Uncle and nephew is long.
Just a piece
Who still remembers that year?
Who still has insomnia from that year until now?
The greatness of Uncle Ho has been incarnated
into the small daily life
And the little one disguised
To please Him
No matter how big it is, it is not enough to cover!
Nguyen Van Hung
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* Miss you teacher
(Respectfully pay respect to Professor Nguyen Thuc Hao)
The time of eating bo bo seeds
I love the teacher so much, I worry about the school
Windproof and fogproof cotton jacket
Rubber sandals for slippery hilly roads
Go La in heavy rain and storm (*)
Listening to the math teacher at noon, I'm still fascinated.
Bamboo hut with table
The classroom is full of wild flowers
A time of salty, spicy ginger
A time when bombs rained down, turning every black thread white
The teacher is still used to eating boron seeds.
Sitting awake at night with the flickering light
The time of poor land and poor country
The teacher's shadow shines forever in the middle of Go La pass...
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(*) Go La, an evacuation point of the Mathematics Department, Vinh University of Education,
in Thach Thanh district, Thanh Hoa province.
Nguyen Trong Tuat
* Old school
Lost in thought in the middle of the countryside
Old friends come flooding back to me
The yellow sun turns the garden and hills purple
Leaves sway, leaves let the wind whisper
Now hand in hand
Tug of war, playing marbles and smashing potatoes and fields
Now it's not you, me,
Grapefruit kite with fish pond
The river is now quiet with the sound of ferrymen calling.
The green drifts on both banks, chattering away
Dizzy with what teachers said
Empty white clouds absentmindedly missing you
Fragile layer, seat
But believe in the shadow of the distant past
The afternoon is slow and nostalgic
A white stork flaps the days away.
Nguyen Dang Viet
* White cotton
Like moss lit up from a pocket of sunlight
Crystal clear sounds
The sparkling laughter
The first stroke of the pen bursts into memories
Time flies
School is here!
"The teacher turned into chalk dust..."
Time
How many ferries have docked?
Surrounded by brocade dreams
We are like shining flower platforms
Time
Chalk dust for germination
heart smiling in chest
The first stroke
Like moss lit up from a pocket of sunlight
Thanks teacher!
Tran Thu Ha
