Top 10 first poems that taught us to be human when we were in school

The calves are a young buffalo, the representative species of Vietnamese agriculture. The buffalo goes in front of the plow and follows, passing through the fields that make up the rice.

The poet used metaphors to talk about the mischievousness, full of fun, purity, and freshness of children. And the children’s docility has helped their parents to take good care of the calves and the mother, so the new calves are so fat. The author uses his poetry to describe people, and people to describe people, it’s very special.

Thi Nghe

Listen to the exam today
Also woke up from the cock crowing
The one who leads the mother buffalo
Listen while walking and dancing

Thin and fat baby
The whole house cooperative
Listen and see if you understand
Run around and run

How happy are you calves
Their mouths are smiling
Their eyes are bewildered
Look at the person’s hand raising the count

A whole herd of fat calves
Which one is better than the other?
Annoyingly long wait
Rushing up the hill.

– Huy Can –

Poet Tran Dang Khoa wrote this poem when he was in primary school, but with his ability to observe and understand the countryside during the resistance war, the author wrote this very close poem. Rice grain is a very necessary food for everyone’s life and is especially valuable when farmers and soldiers are in war time. No matter how harsh nature is on bombs under natural bullets, farmers still create fragrant rice grains to serve the country in this difficult time.

Especially, this poem is also set to music, so surely everyone remembers and easily hums this country soul song.

Village Rice Grains

Rice grain in our village
Has a taste of silt
Of Kinh Thay River
Has a fragrant lotus scent
In a lake full of water
There’s a song mom sings
Sweet and bitter…

Rice grain in our village
There is a storm in July
It rains in March
Drops of sweat
June afternoons
Water as someone cooks
Even the sailfish die
The crabs come ashore
My mother came down to plant…

Rice grain in our village
American bomb years
Pouring on the roof
The years of the gun
Follow people far away
The years of bullets
Golden as rice field
Harvest rice bowl
Traffic sweets…

Rice grain in our village
Good luck to you guys
Let’s fight the drought soon
Dandruff mouth crack
Noon to catch worms
High rice burning face
Which afternoon carry feces?
Light sweeps the ground

Rice grain in our village
Send to the front line
Sent to far away
I’m happy I sing
Our village gold…

– Tran Dang Khoa –

Spare parts spare parts. A sound so familiar to us every year, students, the sound of drums signaling the beginning of school has arrived, reminding them that it is time to go to class or announcing the end of a lesson. Uncle drum stood there and watched each generation of students grow up and mature, for so many years. Every time I look back at this poem, I see the position where the drummer stands, the figure of the teacher beating the drum sounds warmly. The gentle drummer is still standing here, only when he is old, only his voice is still as distant as before. Every time we go somewhere and hear the sound of the school drum, an indescribable emotion makes us flutter.

My school’s drum

My school’s drum
Summer is also off
For three months straight
Empty thinking
Aren’t you sad
In summer days
We are away
Only ticks left?
The silent drum
Tilt your head on the shelf
You must have seen us
It’s so much fun!
Behold the drum is calling
Tung! Tung! Tung! Tung…
In the new school year
Loudly resounding.

– Thanh Hao –

Grade 1 is the starting class for students, having fun and learning with many new friends. In the early days when I was a little girl, my parents drove me to school, to school I had to stand from the classroom window to look at my child before I could sit still and study, otherwise I wouldn’t sit still. Just then, a school year has passed, everything has gradually become familiar, when I am away from grade 1, I feel that I have grown up, I don’t want to be far away from 1st grade. The poem “Send greetings to first grade” brings a simple soul, straight to the heart of students and readers.

Say hello to first grade

Hey Grade One! Grade One!

Pick you up last year
Now it’s time to say goodbye

Say hello forward!

Hello window blackboard

Hello familiar seat
All! Hello stay
Pick up the little ones

Hello dear teacher

You will leave us…

Do what she says

She will always be there.

Hey Grade One! Grade One!
Pick you up last year

Now it’s time to say goodbye

Say hello forward!

– Huu Tuong –

This poem is memorized by almost all students, even the 8x and 9x generations now probably still remember at least a few passages in this poem. From a young age, this simple and pure phonological poem has been taught to love and respect people in one’s own family. Later, when groups of old students grew up to be parents, we continued to teach our children this simple human poem.

Do English

It’s hard for you
Isn’t that a joke
With my little sister
Must be “adult”.
When the baby cries
You have to coax
If the baby falls
He gently lifts
Mother gives cake gifts
Share me more
There are nice toys
Also yield to me
It’s hard to make you
But it’s fun
Who loves babies
Then you can do it.

– Phan Thi Thanh Nhan –

The poem expresses the true mood of school age, anyone who goes to school does not want to go and want to make excuses. This is a stomachache, a handache,… it’s as bad as this cat. Remember when my parents had to wake up early to go to school, they had to lie down for a long time to wake up. Sitting in class can’t run around or sleep, so I don’t want to go to school. It’s bad, it’s bad!!!

Kittens Go to School

My cat is sad
Tomorrow has to go to school
Always making excuses
“My tail is sick”
New sheep
“I will heal
But want to give it fast
Cut the tail off all…”
“Cut the tail…, he died
I just want to go to school!
Cut her tail…, she died
I want to go to school now.

– P. Voron-Co –

The author deeply expresses the feelings of grandson and grandson very gently. Surely everyone knows this article by heart. But when the book was edited, it changed and cut a few paragraphs in the poem, but it still kept the deep content of grandson’s feelings. Now let’s re-read the poem in the old book in full.

Love Mr

He has a leg pain
It’s swollen it’s swollen
Walk with a cane
Lazy lameness
Step up the stairs
It’s so hard to lift your legs
Seeing him wince
Viet plays in the yard
Lon ton come closer
Quick cuddles
Grandpa took my shoulder
I help him up
He walked up the stairs
In joy
Throw down the stick
Forget all the pain
Hug me and pat my head
Congratulations baby
So baby so healthy
Because it loves you.

– Tu Fat –

Hey chicken! I love you so much. Does anyone remember this post? A poem about cute little chicks, always read and re-read when I was a child at school to memorize for the next day, so that the teacher could check the lesson for a score of 10.

Chicks

Chicks

Ten round eggs

Incubated chicken mother
Ten chicks
Enough for today

Whites, yolks

Mines, legs.

Tiny beak,

Tiny leg
Cool golden feathers

Shiny black eyes

Hey chicken!

I love you so much.

– Pham Ho –

In the case of a spiritual mother-in-law, we have another love that is teacher-student love. From the first day of class, the teachers took care of and cared for them, like a second mother and father. From the small actions of the teacher in the poem through the author’s perspective, it became natural. , lofty. Remember the teacher, the first teacher who took our hand to write the first handwriting, taught us what is wrong and right. An immense love of ferrymen for many generations.

Teacher’s Hand

Teacher’s hand
Braid my hair
Go home, mom compliments
Her hands are smart!

Teacher’s hand
Sew my shirt
Like the eldest sister’s hand
Like a gentle mother’s hand

She holds my hand
Make each letter stroke
I write better
Straighten the pages.

– Dinh Hai –

In a class there are many things, this friend is naughty, this friend is good, this friend is destructive,… Innocent young age does not know what to do, each individual in the class has their own fish. They have different personalities, so if they are in the same class, they must know how to get along with each other. Your mother in the poem teaches correctly, don’t tell me about your bad habits, but tell me about yourself, do you have any naughty habits, how well you study. Surely all of you have gone to tell your mother what you don’t like like this, right @@@ Let’s read the article together again.

Class Story

Do you know in class?

Hoa does not know the lesson

This morning the teacher called

Stand up red ears…

– Did you know in class?

Hung keeps teasing me

Mai’s hands are full of ink

Also smeared on the table…

stroking her daughter’s hair said:

– I can’t remember

Tell me in class

How good were you.

– To Ha –