Thirty-Six Streets
Author: Thai Thang Long
Hang Sail has no sails
Boats docked where I go
The Red River is far away from the sea
Spring white sand cornfield.
Banana Shop
Where are there bananas?
A few hundred-year-old cold rice trees
Scattered worm birds.
Brown goods
Then to the comb row
Comb my hair in the past.
Long hair white shirt on the street.
Fragrance of lemon nuggets in autumn.
How many degrees of peach blossom?
Hang Silver looking for goldsmiths.
Hang Cot turns to Hang Than.
Leather goods I’m looking for shoes.
Hanging white conical hats
Any cotton goods are still cotton
Hang Gai is a dark night
Echoing peach voices
Hang Ma flower market on Tet holiday
Nhat Tan Peach Rose.
Chills in the eyes
Fall in love with the colors of the flowers
I love the roof of Phai street
Talented simple doodles.
I love the trees and grass
Pen Tower wrote for thousands of years.
The Golden Turtle Sword Lake has floated
Will you come back in spring?
Thirty-six streets of Hanoi.
(1996)
About the author
Poet Thai Thang Long was born in 1950, hometown of Ba Dinh District, Hanoi. He is a member of the Vietnam Writers Association. He graduated from the University of Ho Chi Minh City, majoring in Literature, class 1975-1979, and is currently the Editor-in-Chief of the Southern Branch of Thanh Nien Publishing House.
Works:
Poem
1. My Hanoi – Hanoi Publishing House 1985;
2. Boat of the Forest – Children’s Poetry – 1987 Youth Publishing House;
3. Awakening the potential – Arts Publishing House 1987;
4. haunting – Poetry collection of Youth Publishing House 1992;
5. Afternoon covering Tay Ho – Poetry of Youth Publishing House 1994;
6. Sac forest wind (Truong Ca) – Youth Publishing House 1996.
7. Legendary time – Poetry collection. Youth Publishing House 2000.
Prose:
1. City at dawn (in general), 1979;
2. Sac forest frogman – Long story;
3. In front of Saigon gateway (in common).
4. Prize: Award of the story contest organized by Saigon newspaper in 1985.
I GO LOOKING FOR YOU
Author: Le Viet Hoa
I look for you in the middle of the night streets of Hanoi
Crowded roads
Rushing past each other
Stranger faces.
I go looking for you
The old empty street
A little fragrance in the heart of remembrance
Glittering shimmering colors.
I go looking for you
A little peace and quiet
A shimmering moonlight
Gently reflecting on the silver surface of West Lake.
I go looking for you
A soft cloud of hair blowing in the wind
The golden season changes leaves
The scent of the grasslands has flown away
I go looking for you
I only see myself with my shadow
A long trail full of memories
Gold in the hustle and bustle of life
I go looking for you
I hold my heart
Thrilling season far away…
Hanoi, November 13, 10
(Le Viet Hoa)
About the author
Author Le Viet Hoa born on October 27, 10, is currently a Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor, a member of the Vietnam Association of Oriental Medicine,
Member of Thua Thien – Hue Oriental Medicine Association. As a doctor, but he has many good poems published in books and magazines. Recently, he published the memoir “Am Thi Tuoi Tre”.
“I Go Find You” was written when he visited Hanoi in October 2017. He said a poem he wrote about a specific girl. He wrote when he saw a Hanoi losing its ancient natural features, the concrete blocks encroaching on the old streets of thousands of years. And “I’m Looking For You” is a nostalgia for a peaceful old Hanoi.
Poems To The Sky
Author: Mai Thuy Thanh
Minh intends to capitalize on flying dragons
Constructing and building this new country
Agree with God to guide the way
Harmony of the people is shown here
Fragrance history marked in the red book
Precious pen carved in the middle of the blue sky
Loving the country, loving the people, causes great karma
The world will forever save its name.
14/4/2018_29/2/ Mậu Tuất.
About the author
Author Mai Thuy Thanh was born on October 27, 10 in Tu Van, Le Loi, Thuong Tin, Hanoi. As a young author Mai Thuy Thanh has had many poems published in many books and magazines. As a person born and raised in Hanoi, Mai Thuy Thanh has always had a deep love for this city.
Sharing about the poem “Poetry to the blue sky”, the author said that she made this poem after reading “Chieu leaving the capital” by Ly Cong Uan.
HANOI Oi! I MISS EVERYTHING, FOREVER!
Author: Hoang Minh Tuan
The school drums that day have passed…
Which phoenix wings blow up nostalgia.
The joys and sorrows of a young man
The love, the anger, the worry…
I leave, in the noonday sun
Leaving behind the old school
The golden sun flower is on the small shoulder,
Bold farewell to the person who left.
I’m leaving, I’m determined to leave
That’s how boys’ lives are everywhere
My heart thought there was no more tears
In front of all the pain and suffering.
I left with a lot of laughter
And the memory fades into oblivion
I thought I’d forgotten it over the years
Old friends, old school and blue sky.
I’m gone, why do you miss me around…
Remember Hanoi, remember that old school roof
Miss the streets of burning phoenix color
Remember the way back we used to go.
I don’t know every step away
Hanoi is back in my heart
Oh, I miss the dear flowers
Show off your colors together every spring.
What is more beautiful than when the dyke is crimson
The whole countryside is full of blooming rice flowers
Which street is full of nostalgia
What kind of grapefruit scent is very passionate.
I remember even when you come back
The sound of cicadas in the streets of Hanoi
The lines of cars go very fast
Hanoi is so hot, people!
Then the downpour suddenly fell
Let Hanoi calm down again
The glare is no longer in the empty alley
Suddenly it’s sunny, it’s raining, we’re used to it.
I remember autumn rustling falling leaves
I remember the passionate scent of milk flowers
I remember the bright colors of red leaves
Of the eagle tree at the end of the street in front of someone’s house.
Com Vong village is very fragrant, dear people,
I will never forget that suburban area
I’ve been to many places and still can’t see it
My Hanoi is heavy in my heart.
I also remember Hanoi in winter
The tree sheds its leaves before the wind
Longing to remember the purple-red sunset
The cold waves of the West Lake entered the night.
I miss the pure white
Of Chrysanthemums when winter comes
How beautiful is the heart of so many girls
In the winter, Hanoi is still calm.
I will always remember the tinkling sound
Of the train to pick up people on the street
Unfortunately, the tram is no longer available
Remember the silhouette of the old train.
Hey Hanoi! I will remember forever, forever!
(Hanoi in 2016)
About the author
Author Hoang Minh Tuan was born on January 1, 1, is an information technology engineer currently working at the Military Industry – Telecommunications Group. Originally a math student at Nguyen Hue High School for the Gifted, Ha Son Binh, now Hanoi, the author does not consider himself a poet but just “LONG DONG THROUGH”. However, the author has had many good poems and has been well received by friends and the online community.
The author shares the poem “Oi HANOI! I MISS FOREVER, FOREVER!” was composed in 2016, just because Hanoi now has lost the peaceful beauty of old Hanoi. The poem is a nostalgia for familiar scenes of old Hanoi, things that only those who are really attached to Hanoi can recognize. The poem also expresses the nostalgia and regret of a Hanoi son’s peaceful Hanoi.
MY HANOI SPRING
Author: Lam Thanh Binh
Spring has returned to the heavens
Warm, fragrant buds bring love
Flower leaves are reviving…
The sky is full of sunshine, sparkling trees and branches
You and Hanoi spring green
Sadness suddenly can’t bear to part…
Spring sprinkles sweet songs
Lullabies at that time with Me were warm
Far away from each other.. and then together again
Spring comes to Loc, the love that Hong gives to each other…
Sunshine from Saigon sends a little bit of East Hanoi
Enthusiastic seasick waves match your eyes already!
Me and Hanoi in the green spring!
Sending the wind of love that is hard to fade
The road of life is still very rough…
Still looking for Hanoi darling!
(HCM 7/10/2017 Artist Lam Binh)
About the author
Poet Lam Thanh Binh, pseudonym Lam Binh, former Lieutenant of the Vietnam People’s Army, she was a student at the Vietnam School of Theater and Cinema, the second class of drama (2-1968). In 1971, she joined the Van Cong Union of the Political Bureau of Region B1974, participating in the campaign to liberate the South. After liberation, he moved to the Quan Cong group of QK2 Hau Giang, participated in the Southwest border campaign at the rank of army lieutenant. In 9, he moved to Ho Chi Minh City’s Department of Culture, was an actor at the City Theater and then retired. She has held many positions such as: Deputy Representative of Asean Today Magazine, In charge of Labor Supplement of Aspiration and Creativity (under Workers’ Arts magazine, editor of many columns…Ms. received many medals throughout the process of cultural and artistic activities.
She shared “Hanoi’s Spring Poem” she wrote on an occasion to visit Hanoi to meet and have class reunions with talented Vietnamese Theater & Cinema Artists, a golden generation that has contributed many roles. to live in the hearts of fans such as People’s Artist Tien Dat, People’s Artist Bang Thai, Artist Hoang Mai, Talented director Artist Dang Tat Binh …And the young buddies of the Literary Life Forum. Emotions surged. after more than 10 years of being able to return to the land where I used to live and work, which has left many lingering problems of a passionate love of journalism with the soul of an artist.
THEN ONE DAY
Author: Dao Ba Truong
Then one day… I found the old way again
Catching the sunshine and raindrops in youth
Our soldiers carried very light backpacks
Far away from Hanoi… my hand gently waved goodbye…
The boys hurried away
There was nothing there but gunfire…
The sky was cloudy and thunder roared
The soul of poetry falls on the full Nhu Nguyet wave.
Twenty years old according to the ravine at the foot of the cloud
Stop the enemy.. night and day busy
Give each other close comradeship
Heartbreaking… minutes of goodbye to people…
The color of the blue shirt… blue is never sad
Never loved… never knew what to hate
Drops of blood left in the battlefield
The soul flies high without a vow…
Then one day I found the embankment again
Tay Ho waves are still overflowing
The gentle wind shakes the fragrant pink lotus petals
Forever blue, the sky remembers the song of people who are far away
You are beautiful and fresh… by the petals
In the sweet scent of the wind…
That lotus petal is soaked in the blood of comrades
Amidst the peaceful escape…
Hometown Perfume…
Floral scent….
Dao Ba Truong April 23.4.2018, XNUMX
About the Author
Author Dao Ba Truong born in 1962. Currently living in Munich, Germany. Born and raised in Hanoi. In 1980, he joined the army in a general mobilization to fight ships in the northern border. After that, he attended Military Medical School, Military Region 3
and graduated from Thu Khoa. After graduating from school, he returned to work at the Military Department YE 11 F 319 (now Company 319 under the General Staff). During his work, he received a glorious soldier’s medal and a certificate of merit from the Ministry of Defense and many certificates of merit from the unit. In 1985, he moved to Hanoi Thanh Nhan Hospital to work, in charge of the preparation of infusion solutions, in charge of the cultural and aesthetic movement of the Youth Union in the hospital. In 1991, he went to Germany and has settled in the city of Munich until now. Currently retired and working as a consultant and taking care of clients for a law office as well as recruiting young people in Vietnam to Germany for vocational training (nursing, hotel, restaurant, tourism ….) for all the young people who have a dream to learn about Germany…
He shared, when he was in high school, he also studied to foster his literary talent but was influenced by his family (the eldest sister studied at Hanoi Medical University. She later attended Polytechnic University. His brother attended Civil Engineering University.. ..and his brother is also a University of Civil Engineering)…should be “advised”…to aim for a career in nature…but not to study literature…Although living far away from Hanoi, he has a passionate love for Hanoi and has many beautiful poems about his hometown. The poem “one day is a new composition that he is interested in and is well received by readers.
IN HANOI
Author: Tran Dang Khoa
Hanoi has a pinwheel
Just film yourself at home
No need for wind to blow
You don’t need to run far
Hanoi has many flowers
Bundle each bunch carefully
Guys come in to buy flowers
Smiling to the front
Hanoi has Sword Lake
Blue water like ink
By the lake, Tower Pen
Write poetry to the sky
Hanoi has many moats
Gun belly full of bullets
And there are many dolls
Balloons for you
Hanoi has a tram
Going back and forth jingle
People down and people up
Everyone looks beautiful
Years of enemy bombardment
Ba Dinh is still green
Golden Moon of One Pillar Pagoda
Phu Tay Ho flowers fly…
1969
Source: Tran Dang Khoa, Corner of the courtyard and the sky, National Culture Publishing House, 1999
About the author
Poet Tran Dang Khoa, was born on April 26, 4 in Dien Tri village, Quoc Tuan commune, Nam Thanh district, Hai Duong. Currently in Hanoi. Member of Vietnam Writers Association (1958). He graduated from the Nguyen Du School of Literature, graduated from the World Literature Institute named after M.Gorki (Russia), was a Navy soldier, a student at the Army Officer School. Currently the editor of the Military Arts magazine. Famous as a “prodigy” of poetry since the age of 1977, 7 years old. The collection of poems From the corner of my yard was printed at Kim Dong Publishing House when I was just 8 years old. In addition to poetry, he also writes literary criticism.
Main works:
– From the corner of my yard (poem, 1968)
– Corner of yard and sky (poems, 1968, 1973, 1976… 20th ed. 1995)
– Tran Dang Khoa’s poetry (volume 1, 1970)
– The Hero’s Song (Song of Songs, 1974)
– Song of Punishment (poem, 1973)
– The Song of Thunderstorms (poem, 1983)
– By the plane window (poem, 1986)
– Tran Dang Khoa’s poetry (volume 2, 1983)
– Portraits and dialogue (1998)
– And many other volumes are translated and printed in foreign countries.
LISTEN TO HANOI
Author: Nguyen Lan Huong
Wait, let’s go back to Hanoi to listen to me
It’s so sunny that the cicadas have to hide
The crowded streets are full of dummies
Portable blankets come and go.
Wait, let’s go back to Hanoi to listen to me
Lest you burn out all the words you haven’t said yet
The tree wilts under a bright sun
The fallen phoenix wings have not yet touched the dry ground.
Wait, let’s go back to Hanoi to listen to me
The old pond has become a building
Rows of old trees stretch dry branches
Dragonflies are only in the knife.
Wait, let’s go back to Hanoi to listen to me
Waiting for the rain to refresh the streets
Let’s go back to our childhood together
Join the rain in the dance of childhood.
Nguyen Lan Huong, May 5
About the author
Author Nguyen Lan Huong Born on December 9, 12, currently an English teacher at Hoai Duc B High School, Hoai Duc Hanoi. As an English teacher, teacher Lan Huong was also a member of the national literature competition team and won the prize. She has also had a number of poetic works published in many books and magazines.
Sharing with this poem, teacher Lan Huong confided: “I am not a professional in Literature, this poem I made only by inspiration. Therefore, it is not too fussy about words, but only uses simple and realistic sentences about the hot summer day in the capital in the days of May 2017”. However, after the poem was shared, it was well received by many readers and made a strong impression in the online community.
A HEALTHY Autumn in Hanoi
Author: Nguyen Thi Tho
I walk in the autumn sun of Hanoi
Light yellow sunshine then light sunshine
Clouds drift by as if in no hurry
The wind whispers distant memories.
Even though I know my soul should be quiet
Live in peace, precious and calm
Why is Hanoi so sunny?
What dream is forever cherished.
The sunshine is thin and thin willow trees
The wind blows me away forever
It’s suddenly raining and blinding eyes
Whose shadow on the old street fades.
About the author:
Poet Nguyen Thi Tho was born in 1964, in Nam Dinh. Graduated from Hanoi National University of Education I, Faculty of Physics in 1985. In 1986, enrolled in a master’s course in Physics Department – University of Pedagogy 1. As a teacher of physics at high schools and as a lecturer. teacher at the College of Education. Currently working at Tran Hung Dao High School, Thanh Xuan District, City, Hanoi. As a teacher of natural science, poet Nguyen Thi Tho has many beautiful compositions. In 2017, she published a collection of poems “Cuc Hoa Mi” and was well received by readers.
It is known that the poem “A glimpse of autumn sunshine in Hanoi” was written by the author on an autumn afternoon with thin willow firms, in Van Quan urban area, Ha Dong.
POEM HANOI
Author: Hoang Anh Tuan
Hanoi street girl in her voice
Let cotton goods gently line the dream
Love the old Uncle Co afternoons
He molded a romantic exam school
Childhood poetry engraved with love
Dear Hang Co Station, has the sketch faded?
Follow my footsteps step by step ComedyLove goods
Soft comb for hair scent
Loving the past, Co Ngu skipped school
The innocent soul follows the chorus of Hang Dan
Hang Guom at noon in the summer knocks the rhythm of peace
When the row of hats turns to cover the rabbit’s eyes
I’m embarrassed even Dong Xuan is embarrassed
The wind caresses the fan, the shirt swings
This is the place where he gave me the poem
I panic at the market. The sun has just gone out
Poetry is lost, my soul is a drum
Listening to Gai with a sad spear
Oh, poor Hang Ngang, first love
I hate to dream of romantic Sails
Hanoi girl born from a female figure
Find a similar thin paper seller
Listen to the sadness of the To Lich River, bewildered
Poetry is as rich as love about Silver goods
That Hang Lime is passionate in ecstasy
Italian restaurant Peach is ripe, fruity, and chia fruit
Please ignite the fire of passion
When wrapped in love Hanoi.
About the author
Poet Hoang Anh Tuan Born on May 7, 5 in Hanoi, his first poem was published in the Saturday Novel newspaper. At the age of 1932, his family took him to France to study abroad, the following year he entered a film school in Paris. In 16, he returned to Saigon to work as a director for Alpha studio, but shortly after, he switched to journalism for the dailies Modern, Dong Nai and Frontline.
From 1965 to 1974, he worked as the manager of Da Lat Radio. After liberation, he was sent to Phan Dang Luu concentration camp. After two years of re-education, he was released from prison and lived alone in Ho Chi Minh City for another two years, then reunited with his family in Paris after twenty years of separation. He resided in France for quite a while, but with the sponsorship of his daughter, Deep Sunset, he and his family immigrated to the United States in 1981 and settled in Ohio. At the end of his life, Hoang Anh Tuan retired in San Jose until his death on September 1, 9.