Poem: Sharpening the Pen – Nguyen Dinh Cuong
Sharpen the Pen
Nguyen Dinh Cuong
These guys crashed pen space such evil*
Set an example of good people around us
Contributing to building a new life
Also try to trust the people earnestly
Peril near steadfastness
Feel the colorful traps that know how to stay away
Sharpen the pen you fight
Practice more thick to go far.
Poem: HEART IN CHARACTERS – Hong Soi
HEART IN COLOR pens
Author: Hong Soi
On the occasion of Vietnamese Press Day
Marines sent hundreds of thousands of flowers
Congratulations to the national press industry
The inner heart, the sharp pen echoes forever!
Poem: THINK ABOUT THE PRESS – Nguyen Dinh Hung
THINK ABOUT THE PRESS
Poetry: Nguyen Dinh Hung
Thanks to the daily press
Many people just know the bad, the good in life
Newspapers gather knowledge everywhere
Help to sit in one place and still light up the heart
Sports and science satisfy
Movies, Comedies, Dances, Music… warm your heart early in the morning.
Newspapers mentioned negative alcohol
Unmask thugs, thieves, fraudsters
Uncovering corruption, Quan Greeting
Help to strictly enforce the law of the country, peace on earth and sky.
Newspapers make bridges everywhere
Lost people all over the world find relatives
The good leaves protect the tear more close
The people’s injustice needs the State to listen.
Every day Newspapers are loved by many people
Because many Journalists have careers and hearts
They are like diligent honey bees
Chop and collect sweets for the strong and rich people
They are like worms
Ability to search for “bugs, black-headed worms”
They are always bridges
Connecting people with the Party, the poor and the rich connect with Sam
On the occasion of Vietnam Press Day
Please give the journalist many songs.
Hanoi, May 18, 6
Poem: REVOLUTIONARY PRESS – Truong Nguyen
Vietnam Revolutionary Press
Born when the National Academy of Sciences was in danger
Poor people, the Empire divided into three regions.
Uncle, Party arouses trust
Overthrow the Empire, Scarecrow, Henchmen
Revolutionary press from here
Pen, Speaker, Gunman day by day together.
According to Uncle, according to the Party of Deep Progress
All people unite, raise the Red Flag
Sacrificing blood to the end
Gaining Independence, Non-River one house.
Poetry, Film. ..fly away
All parts of the country, Happy home
Newspaper of Innovation, Change of Life
People, vehicles. ..everywhere Decent.
Paper, Electronic. ..condition
Serving the Public, Villagers are wide and far away
The country is in bloom
Rural Doi Moi, Yen Vui House.
Friends Around the World
Help. ..Admire Vietnam Earth and Heaven
Love the People, The Country is abundant
The Revolutionary Press is filled with Human Hearts.
Poem: WHITE NIGHT – Dinh Khai
WHITE NIGHT NIGHT
Do you blame me on these white nights?
When you’re all for the pitch
No problem bothers you anymore
In addition to the color of the flag, the color of the shirt, the lines?…
He was absorbed in the situations on the field
Lightning strikes on goal
Unfortunate broken balls
The referee whistle at the right time, at the wrong time
Time goes by, I keep working hard
Sometimes it’s quick to describe, and sometimes it’s slow
Give your best to convey
Good things, beauty to listeners
The game is over, I’m back tired
When the night is over, it’s dawn
I was surprised to see you waiting
And take care of you every glass of milk and food
I know you never blamed me
When the long nights I stay up on the lawn
And I know you don’t sleep at night
Still watching him and every ball on the field…
Poem: ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Nguyen Ruyen
If life lacks information now
Then it must be very dark
The shallow place thought it was deep
The rich place thought there was nothing
Wow, the tree of life can’t see the way clearly…
Thanks to the press for giving us light
When properly attached to the word Revolution
Like in the old days, Uncle took care and cultivated it
Will I make a promise to my heart that I won’t write?
Always keep in mind the pink heart showing the way
Knowing how to choose a pen is not shallow
How to write for the benefit of the country and the people?
Who is the other person with the phone in hand, bare head
In the hot sun on the flooded fields
Raise the lens and choose to record properly
The scene of the soldier soaking in the harvest to help the people
And then Truong Sa also quickly turned close
Because she reported from the sea
Overcoming hardships despite the sun, rain, and storms
The whole year, not just spring
And here is the one who keeps the spirit
For reportage for a clean green environment
Small articles still bring many challenges
Because of how many times refused to tempt the Dollar
Thanks to the shining professional conscience
The work is always full of Human Tri
(Although there is a selfish “worm” somewhere
For my own destruction of the whole “pot of soup”)
Today in very sincere words
To Sisters and Brothers who are Journalists
Thank you from the heart
And Happy Anniversary Glory Day!
Ninh Binh, June 21
Poem: Pen God! – Duong Quoc Nam
Duong Quoc Nam
Journalist, Vietnamese Press,
Brave, understanding, not greedy for money.
For the people, for the peaceful country,
Example of good, criticism is always needed.
Exposing inhuman corruption,
Journalists entered, magic pen pointed to the name.
Destroy evil deeds,
Build good, create civilization.
Wishing my country’s journalist,
Print newspapers, online newspapers love the country.
The people are rich, the country is strong and full
Always need a journalist with a heart.
Poem: CALLING TO THE JOURNALIST – Nghi Lam
SEND THE MAN OF THE REPORTER
Poetry: Nghi Lam
Hand holding a pen to write on reality
The fates of life and events around us
Always make journalism bloom
Even in the face of hardship and negativity
From far away islands in time
Send hot information to the mainland
Or areas subject to alternating floods?
Both the border and the tall people are present
My pen gives true information
Make the embezzler startle
People who have merit are worthy of glory
All because the country is developing
Many times facing the same danger
By engaging in public evils
Together with the department to solve problems and correct mistakes
Very worthy role as a journalist
I also contribute to posting advice
Each individual does not know the error of turning back
Don’t sink because of the illegal money
Wake up and rebuild a new life
Now the press is on the rise
Congratulations to all the reporters
And those who have the same heart and soul
Make brilliant achievements in all aspects
The day of the press will echo away from the lyrics
THOUSANDS OF FRESH Roses CONGRATULATIONS!
Poem: TAM BREAKING JOURNEY – Thanh Tam
CREATIVE MIND OF JOURNEY
Poetry: Thanh Tam
One year has gone so fast
We are happy to welcome Press Day
All year long without a day off
Reporters spread all over the place
When the sun just dawned
Is to prepare to find news sources
Let the night come to arrange each word
The article will be published tomorrow morning
The news is always updated
There’s the sweat of journalists
Still day and night on every page of manuscript
Distilling out every word, newsletter
Long career according to printed articles
It’s an article that still smells like new ink
Hidden inside are the unsaid
Difficulties are always lurking for you!
In June, please give me fresh flowers
Please dedicate to those who work in journalism
Steadfast, durable, perfect workmanship
A bright, stable mind for the article to sublimate
Hanoi July 21, 06
Poem: Journalism – Trinh Thanh Hang
Trinh Thanh Hang
(Written for a young VNA reporter Dinh Huu Du who was swept away by floods while working at Thia Yen Bai bridge in October 10)
Someone told me to choose a career as a journalist
Is a leisurely profession with fantasies
Press the button to stop the monthly salary of several million dong
Panning the camera angle is free to document
Journalism is committed to understand
Being a “bright-eyed” profession with “inner heart”
“Sharp pen” to write reportage to the community
An honest profession and also a dangerous profession
Bloodshed is not uncommon anymore
Reporters are like soldiers in peacetime
If you come back too late, it’s almost dawn
Mom, don’t be angry, I’m still working
In the middle of a storm or by a swift current?
This reportage, I really wrote it quickly
Did you expect the flash flood?
Forever swept me into the flow
Mom, don’t be difficult, it’s as simple as my job
Burn your heart with passion journalism
Next to me, my mother stood up and patted me
Instead, “I still work as a newspaper”!
I only love my mother and I have not fulfilled the way
Let the old mother say goodbye to the green hair
Then tomorrow, why are you shaking?
Don’t be afraid I’m also a soldier
Trinh Thanh Hang’s poetry