Lover’s Fruit
Author: Thien Phu
The fruit of love is so sweet, who?
The intoxicating taste is sweet and tangy
Our love is as deep as a song
Oh salty when hands hold hands…
Lips give the sweet scent of drunkenness
Love the soft hair in the sun
I walk on a deserted road
Clueless figure with two pigtails…
We love each other for the expected results
Bear fruit – pure love forever
Purple sunset stretches and cools
The fragrance of the countryside is forever left in love…
THE SOUL OF THE COUNTRY SOUL WATER well
Author: Thien Phu
A hard life
going through hardships
The years fade away
Footprints also sink into the sand
Oh childhood!
Sweet as mother’s milk
It’s sunny
Mother carries water from the well
Hurry back to cook green tea
Remember the day I bathed here
When noon plays enough naughty games
Some naked relatives drink water
Alcohol wells blend with the timestamp
Cool in me
proud well
years of poverty
War scenes roaring bombs
Well, the water source feeds the whole village
Vinh Hoa in the past – Binh Loc today
Some things don’t change
The roof of the village temple is still in shadow
The old banyan tree protects the soul of the country….
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THE STRANGE WIND
Author: Thien Phu
Strange wind brings me to you
Blowing purple sunset afternoon
I met you on the cool bamboo bridge
I’m shy, I’m ashamed of love
When I look at you, I feel anxious
Afternoon clouds over the radiant homeland
In my heart, the beat flutters in surprise
Forever in love with the beautiful pink ball…
Yeah! star girl you are beautiful shimmering
My eyes look at you, my eyes are confused
Your heart has no regrets
Your voice laughs like a lullaby
Love you on the swaying bamboo bridge
The passionate love will follow you forever
Strange wind like a quick message
Hold my hand and kiss it passionately…
Hey! I’m thankful for the wind
Gave me moments together….
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Oh May
Author: Thien Phu
Oh May
Withered shoulders
Life is like a leaf
Shaken by time
Age is not young
But like a fool
Run along the dyke
The river bends to carry the water
The span of the bridge is inclined
Waiting for the villagers
Hold two hands
Punch into the wind
Shout out loud
Such is life!
May
Village field
straw fall
Golden ripe rice grain
Delicious
May
Buffaloes still go to the field to graze
Scattered phoenix flowers
Far away from school age
Wish I could
Forever Young never old
No sickness
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Falling in love with the Daughter of Ben Tre
Author: Thien Phu
He fell in love with the girl of Ben Tre
Green coconut trees in the afternoon sun slanted shade
Oh my gosh, the lyrics you sing
Oh gently follow the melodious music…
Forever in love with you as if you have forgotten the way
The way there Rach Mieu ferry in the wind
Mid-market floating in the sea of people’s clothes
Back to Luong Hoa or back to Cai Mon…
Son Doc, I miss you in my dreams
Many feelings on Ba Tri miss
Love Truc Giang at first meeting
Under the shade of coconut, it sounds so sweet
He fell in love with the country girl
That bamboo wharf, dear Ao Ba Ba
The hat is tilted to cover the cheek of the coin
Gentle figure, smooth black hair…
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HAPPY BACK
Author: Thien Phu
Summer has come so that the sun can shine
Tiny tickles of faithful love songs
Phuong is still smiling in a red shirt
Charming like a shy sister
I whisper nostalgia for distant friends
Summer months away from school and class
Hey friends..
Space stops
Hey time
Please turn slowly
Holding hands and playing in the school yard
Oh!
How beautiful is the white shirt
Holding hands doesn’t say anything about love
Phuong is still smiling like a fire in the far corner of the sky….!
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THE FLOWERS OF HER HOUSE
Author: Thien Phu
I know how to love on a gentle sunny afternoon
Your cheeks are rosy, my heart flutters
My home’s porcelain has a sweet aroma
Your voice is full of love
Every afternoon, my porcelain family offers incense
Over here, my house is so beautiful
Hundred to mold our love so many songs
It sounds salty and sweet on the lips
Oh infatuated with you and porcelain
Let me love the smooth beauties…
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MY CHILDHOOD
Author: Thien Phu
Remember the old days when I was small
Bare feet step on the sand in the whole village
Then grow up in your mother’s arms
In the father’s overwhelming love
My childhood ! Clear days
Happy to fly kites in the countryside
Then she grazes cows and even cuts grass
Follow your childhood friends who are playful
The years go by… Missing the thatched roof
Mom saves every piece of rice cans
Loving you, my mother gave it all
Father is busy all day and night…
Grown up! I just feel so miserable
Does anyone remember the old image?
Footsteps buried in the light sand
Just remember that that alley we passed…
Oh! That childhood
Sweet breast milk
I used to cool off in the river
There was a time when I caught snails and crabs
The afternoon sun reminds me of an old day…
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OUT THIS JIENTIAL
Author: Thien Phu
This spring is fragrant with pomelo flowers
The fragrant lemon flower buds in the small garden
This year’s longan tree is flowering
Sweet mango flavor, small green jackfruit…
This January, love will come to you
Sparkling dew, sunshine inlaid with jade garden
Lips full of rose buds in the wind
Sesame root buds open young leaves
This January, the garden is like delicious fruit
With the same rhyme I invite you to sing along
One mind sings poetry together
Oh peace in the song of the country garden….
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NOSTALGIA FREEZE
Author: Thien Phu
Maybe nostalgia has frozen
When love closes itself to the cruel
Our hearts love each other in a hurry
Love passionately… break up for pain
I still think there will be a miracle
If you know, share with me
Lifetime love rope is always fun
It won’t break if we don’t break up…
My love! why is it so sour
Nights in the smoke drunk
The sound of falling leaves rustling is cold
Cold in the heart nostalgia has frozen…
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GOLDEN Autumn afternoon
Author: Thien Phu
Golden autumn afternoon so that the light shines brightly
Everyone is talking in my alley
Fragrant areca flowers printed with beautiful countryside love
The river is sad, the water is silent…
Oh!
Did the old people go there?
Visit the village to step on the blooming rice fields
Oh homeland! Gently touch the bracelet
Full of love…! Seeing the immense bowl…
Oh countryside! Who hasn’t been for a while?
Remember the times you took a cool bath in the countryside river
Oh childhood! How many times have you dreamed?
Back to the old days…
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BINH LOC, I MISS ME ABOUT
Author: Thien Phu
Dear Binh Loc! why are you so honest?
You’re far away, but it’s not easy to forget!
The familiar path of the sweet scent of areca flowers
The morning sparkles with golden sunshine…
I’m at home in the harvest season
My hometown’s rice is in good season this season
Children’s spelling love letters
In the afternoons… mowing grass to graze buffaloes
Dear Binh Loc! I don’t want to go far
Want to stay at home and play like a kid
Playing chess, playing trivia
Leaves make money…now depositing poetry pages
Dear Binh Loc! Change like a dream
Old country road, now spacious concrete
Green tea water – the village is always happy
The market in my hometown is bustling with buying and selling
Binh Loc Oh! I remember me about….
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FORCE GOLD WEIGHT
Author: Thien Phu
I force the golden autumn sun to soften
Fragrant areca scented by the bridge
Oh the bird sings high
Autumn has fallen leaves…!
Green rice fields on the slopes of buffalo dykes
Sweet childhood picking star fruit after summer
The flute kite hums more memory
Miss your friends each way
This Autumn evokes many problems
The Flower of Love has just blossomed
Your voice is soft and gentle
Forcing the yellow sun…for the fragrance of areca
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SUMMER END
Author: Thien Phu
Summer is over! Phuong no longer races
The sun turns yellow the whole village – town
The cicadas hum and then stop
Let Autumn come back… rustle the fallen tamarind leaves!
The road is familiar…who’s figure walks in a hurry
“Mud underfoot but sun above”
How hard work – hard hands
Upstream of life busy looking for rice…
Autumn has arrived! Areca flowers are also fragrant
The bud sways in the gentle breeze
A village alley with a few people talking
Peaceful and fun life with time….
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SOFT HANDLES
Author: Thien Phu
Where then? old days holding hands
Hand in hand, let’s go for a walk together
My love, our love is passionate
These hands I send love…
Thoughts of holding hands and holding hands
Will go all the way without getting tired
No wonder our love ends
I happily crossed the ferry and walked away
Now that’s left of the past…
Remember every afternoon when picking up and dropping off
Your hand holds mine gently
The afternoon rain evokes heavy sadness
Where have my soft hands drifted…
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