Top 23 beautiful poems to celebrate the country’s renewal

Poetry Nguyen Thi Hong Hanh

Trang An was once a wilderness
The forest, the mountains, and the mountains are murky and overlapping
Wild house in an area
The population is sparse in the same village.

Trang An is a new day
The landscape is getting busier and happier.
A mountainous area
Busy people, boats drifting by.

Trang An is becoming more and more poetic
The tourist destination that people dream about.
A rural eco-region
Holding visitors’ feet engrossed in the day.

Trang An is famous here
Mountains and rivers blend sky and clouds with one color
A message of love to each other
Trang An welcomes you from five continents sincerely.

Trang An in the land of Ninh Binh
The ancient capital was once loyal and loyal.
You come and have fun with me
Together admiring a sacred land.

2019

Poetry by Pham Thi Hong Thu

Baby come back with me
The village is culturally standard, the city is far behind
Village love, strong neighborly meaning
Joy, joy, salt together

The countryside flourishes and colors
Modern machinery is expensive
The land is covered with crops
Breeding, farming the whole village to emulate

High quality, always in season
Prices are stable, not losing to friends
Cold winter, hot summer sun
Every season is awake, the car is full of goods

Beautiful village roads and alleys
Clear air, clean water, fat and skin

Fragrant flowers show smooth color…

I love you come home with me

Dear mother, precious teacher, gentle
We build a home where you are beautiful and rich

You smile, I’ll be back soon…

Poetry: Tony Bui

We return to visit the ancient capital
Flower urn* two voices filled with poetry.
Ninh Binh is new and beautiful
Magnificent magnificence captivates people.

Trang An* celebrates a time
Tam Coc* is agitated to recover the old mark.
Listen to the ringing of bells
Bai Dinh* imprinted with wind and rain, never worn out

Bich Dong* is quiet in lipstick color
The flag to wipe the citadel is still in us
Van Long beautiful and peaceful scene
Reminds me of nostalgia for the hometown of Van River.

Ancient Capital solves the land of angels
Ancient Viet Hoa Lu, the illustrious Dai Nam.
King Dinh built a mighty country
Thousands of years of civilization compared with five continents.

Join hands to build the future
Miss Do is rich, beautiful and durable, proud…

Warsaw
20/12/2019

Ho Viet Binh’s Poetry

Our village has changed a lot
Where are the thatched roofs and earthen walls in the past?
House built with red tile roof
There is still a faint scent of areca, betel nut.

In the distance, hear the sound of buffalo’s feet
In the afternoon, I did not see the color of blue smoke
Outside the rice fields are ripe
Sitting on the harvester daydreaming at the clouds.

The village road is shady with trees
Oval flowers, pomelo flowers fall in the yard
The voice holds the footsteps
Chilling the classroom in the words of poetry.

Our village is now as beautiful as a dream
The fields have no shores anymore
Immensely tired of dove wings
Men and women enrich the countryside.

A low-lying, contemplative area
Standing up full of spring energy
Everyone wants to contribute
Beloved homeland a thousand times more beautiful.

26 / 8 / 2018.

Poetry by Phan Huy Hung

Remember when I went to school
Heavy rain
Country road slipped and bruised butt
With my hand touching the cactus dust
Torn skin
Distorted hat ring…
Hungry to eat pineapple buds on the shore
Thirst for drinking water from the field
but listen to the song of life…

Now the village is concrete
High floor with tiled roof in blue sky
The road is smooth, the car is new and fast
Beer shop, pho shop surrounded by four seasons
Swearing at each other also reduces sourness
Calling love why is so sweet, oh dear!

Hybrid crab specialties
Eel porridge, snail vermicelli stretching out to the sky
There’s a street friend coming to play
My sincere desire to hold on to you!

Poetry: Nguyen Dinh Hung

I’m back to visit my hometown
Ninh Hai, why so many innovations?
Ben Dinh Cac used to be the place where we hunted crabs and caught snails
Picking up the hair from the fairy to raise pigs in winter

Now it’s a marina full of tourists
Floating into Tam Coc to travel spring.

The old Moc cave is where we used to burn torches
Come and see the magic of Bats clinging to stalactites

Now transform into Dong Tien shimmering electric light.

Thung Nham was the place where you and I used to be
enter reeds, cut reeds
Fishing for eels in the swamps
Now it has become an eco-tourism area of ​​Bird Park.

Oh my hometown has changed so much
I wish I was still as young as before
Let me cut the petals of the forest again
I put it on my hair
Floating on a bamboo boat
Go to Thung Nham to watch the birds return to their nests
Playful and playful, catching butterflies and looking for flowers. /.

Dinh Khai Poetry

I’m going back to my hometown with you

A place that sticks with us throughout our childhood

I suddenly regret so many childhood memories

I’ve been looking for it, but it’s nowhere to be found, baby

Where are the neighbors in and out of the village?

On those poetic nights, we still go to pick up fallen fruit

The bamboo rows in the summer afternoon with hammocks

Now I can’t see the green leaves anymore

The village now has no more cottages

High-rise buildings have been built like streets

Concrete road has stretched each alley

Cars arrive at the gate of each house

The field is no longer vast

No more wings of storks flying over and back

Houses gradually encroach on fields and beaches

Where is the ditch of the old nights when I used to walk…

Although I still know that my hometown people have changed their lives

Why do I still regret the old memories that are no longer there?

Well, let’s get rid of the old memories

Happy for my hometown that is changing meat, changing skin…

Poetry: Truong Tuy Anh

Dear beautiful Saigon city
I left my hometown one summer afternoon
The phoenix tree by the roadside has its leaves in full bloom
Cicadas chirping and melancholy

I return when night falls
The street lights up winding among thousands of stars
Seeing the thrill of excitement welling up
Fifty years ago… so amazing

I’m bewildered by the new building maze
Here Landmark*-“bamboo grove” soars high
Modern architecture is admired by many people
The longing to fly away urges the oath

Vietnamese spirit passed down through generations
Kia Bitexco** National Flower symbol
Like a lotus flower spreading its fragrance
Leading commercial financial center

The city of Saigon is like a ship
Crossing the big waves to the open sea
Thu Thiem Tunnel crosses the river
Connecting the two shores together with one heart

Nhieu Loc channel *** black flowing and winding
Now the water is clear and the park is green
Afternoon let everyone sing happily
Peaceful life hustle revived

My hometown is like the morning sun
Abundant energy, skin renewal
Like a golden dragon flying high
So proud of the country turning the page

25 / 12 / 2019.

Poetry: Thanh Tam

My country is great!
Four thousand years shine a page of history
Expel foreign invaders stored in the gold book
Although still poor, but independent and glorious

Our people are still brave now
Like the time when King Hung built the country
Mother Au Co steps forward
Father Long Quan returned to the sea to build a fortune

Truong Son mountain range undulating rocks
Can’t stop the soldier’s footsteps
Wearing an airplane hovering overhead
Praying with one heart to chase away foreign invaders

You and I also experienced many hardships
How hard it is to stand on the podium
But first be a good example

Let the game shine when they come into life

My country is great!
Let’s teach the young by example
Our country has always been strong since ancient times

Always keep your head up high

Moving along with the five continents
And raise your eyes to the world
Every day I see new things

See Vietnam is a wonderful country
………

My Duc : 02/05/2016

Trinh Thanh Hang’s poetry

Come visit my hometown
Loc Ha has a lush rice crop
Behold the smiling village girl
Gentle conical conical hat leaning my body to cover

The golden carpet stretches to the foot of the dyke
A drop of salty sweat soaked someone’s shirt
Round shoulders in the morning
Struggling to bear the burden of leisurely and rhythmically

The scent of the whole golden season
This case, I asked her if she was happy
Worthwhile early afternoon pity
Loving people who work hard for a long life

Let’s go to that place and see
There is no longer the misery of the past
I eat leftover rice soup
Sister Dau sells dogs and can’t afford to collect money

Selling a child with a broken mother’s intestines
The cottage with the earthen walls is dreary and drafty
Run for lunch in the morning
In the evening, eat leftover bran porridge with pigs

Today the situation of poverty
Just the past brings life
High-rise buildings everywhere
The village road is carpeted and full of laughter

Early and late, small things, big things
Get together to exercise and take care of your body
Nourishing from dawn
Badminton dance again with oga (yoga)

Come visit my hometown
Smooth white girl with bee back
Loving children is good at pampering her husband
Ask if anyone will come back, I’ll wait

Duy Hanh Tran’s Poetry

I follow the length of the country

Came here on Bach Dang Giang Wharf

Surprised by the early golden sunlight.

Hai Phong is like a young girl full of vitality

moving with dreams,

The whole city is as beautiful as a poem

Full of love in May Red phoenix flowers…

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Remembering the old days was a difficult time

Hai Phong and the whole country made the famous feats of Hai Tan Defense.

Expanded sea encroachment works

Places that have become monuments:

Ven village, An Bien page, Tu Luong Xam, Hang Pagoda, Red Pagoda

Ba De Temple, Phu Xa Temple, Tuong Long Tower

Monument to the Mac Dynasty

Trang Trinh Temple, Thuong Doan Phu, Nghe Temple, Ve Pagoda

The site of the ancient people of Trang Kenh four thousand years old…

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Typical lipstick mark Trung Dung Quyet Thang My hometown port city

From the time of fierce war, innovation in the management mechanism of the market economy.

The advancements in all fields make people excited

Let the city transform itself to reach great heights.

I come here with modern bridges like welcome gates

on the trade road connecting the long-awaited happy shores,

Take advantage of opportunities to broaden your horizons

The same position as the modern civilized cities.

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The city strained its strength to reach out to the great sea

The messy works build the foundation for the future

But the city is still fresh Green – Clean – Beautiful

So calm, so relaxing

City of the future.

( May 13 – December 5, 13 )

Poetry: Nguyen Dinh Cuong.

Haven’t visited your hometown for a long time?!
Now come back to the wrong path
My hometown has clearly changed
Tiled houses grow up to replace all poor thatched roofs

Looking at the village gate, I saw a new banner hanging
“New countryside” of the new home commune
Reaching the finish line early is as fun as winning a battle
The road to each village is wheeled and wheeled bon bon

Stations, electricity, roads, and schools are landmarks
The face of the countryside has changed from skin to flesh
The love of the village is even closer
The gate to the electric house lights up all night

When I come back, I will carry more love
Next to the teapot, listen to stories
Late at night echoes from the waves
A delicious meal with squirrels, birds…

The old people sit and keep their eyes closed
Recalling a time of two dew and one sun
The burden is still heavy on the shoulders
Carrying salt on thousands of baskets of cassava, baskets of potatoes…

Then smile and dream of the future
(Foreign tourists come to their hometown to visit…!)
Believe that children and grandchildren will make miracles
Be optimistic – I really want you back!

25 / 12 / 2019.

Nguyen Duc’s Poetry

Bac Lieu is brilliantly decorated,
The hospitable homeland waved hello,
civilized, polite, elegant,
Generosity of generous philanthropy.

For all have been together,
Contributing to building the heroic land of the South.
Innovating to the rhythm of Hoai Lang,
The land of the Prince is rich and determined.

Finish building a new countryside,
The face of the city falls in love with people.
decent living facilities,
Mechanized farming is no longer manual.

Kieu bridge directly across the river,
Children go to school safely.
Magnificent wall decoration,
Instead of a sketchy 3-room leaf wall.

His house has also come to life,
Lovely villa in the middle of the fragrant rice sky.
My family is richer.
The facade bustles with non-stop wholesale.

jubilant city center,
Clean, green and beautiful people are so happy.
Abundant growth potential,
Tourism to the Holy Relic touches people’s hearts.

With many fun destinations,
Sightseeing, food, relaxing.
Gentle and loyal son,
Cute, good looking girl.

Come and go an inch
You add each step to the heartache.
Why are your cheeks rosy,
Or look at him already falling in love?

Nguyen Truong’s Poetry

My hometown Ha Tinh – Huong Son
The fields and hills have been green for many generations
Admire the fragrant season of the furrows
Fragrant new rice, ecstatic rose garden.

My hometown cools down two rivers
Thousand Worms, Thousand Streets of clear water
Alluvium permeates the banks
Cultivate for rice, give corn for color.

Rural innovation, strong and rich
Electric lines, schools and stations together change lives
Young and old, boys and girls everywhere
Competing with each other in production and singing competition.

Cars go to every house
Farming and trading, easy in and out
Overcoming the flood of tall houses and stilts
Drainage ditches, not flooded deep.

Green tea, oranges, deer antler
The famous peanuts, beans, molasses, betel nut
Selling to provinces and cities
Export to many countries, fast and safe.

People are rich, happy, joyful
Thank you Party, thank you Uncle, full of joy
You come to my hometown Huong Son
Human love is soaked, sweet to share.

P.S.: On the occasion of the 550th anniversary of the establishment of Huong Son district, I write poetry for the cadres and people of the district.
Hanoi on August 30, 8

Poetry by Nguyen Huong

Change skin every day
The station’s street electricity is unusually beautiful

Enjoy the sunshine
The horizon is wide open with pink silk

Two dew and one sunny field
Hard work, mourning, singing

In the middle of the vast expanse
The picture of the countryside humming the bow

Civilization and lifestyle spread
Strong and rich country with passionate love

Rice, corn, potato, cassava, share san
Rustic country people full of deep meaning

Simple simplicity, long life
Peace of mind and smile everywhere

Abundant with fresh happiness
Slight scent of flowers and betel nut

Harmony regardless of the poor or the rich
Let’s build together, raise our heads and sublimate

12/12/2019

Poetry Nguyen Thi Khanh Ha

Soc Son, the old land is infertile
The place has been around for a long time
But now my hometown
Another international integration, my friend!

Highways connect everywhere
Railway, road, sky and air
Blue flowers all over the field
Dong Quan Dam in the middle of the green mountain

Surrounded by ecotourism
Huong Tram, Viet Phu*…green and charming young
Now add the PINE HILL* zone
The statue of Saint Giong transforms himself into the air

For the peaceful Vietnamese Land
Non Pagoda, Buddha statue on the high mountain background
An ethereal ecological area
It’s a lovely welcoming place to stay

You will feel very adventurous when you come
Soc Son Motherland so much love…

Poetry: Phan Thu Ha

I’m on a new path
The sun rises and warms the shoulders
Rows of green trees
The grass is soft and sparkling in the morning dew

I walk on the new bridge
River wind plays with soft hair
The bridge connecting the two bustling banks

Let life flow smoothly

I go to a new school
Chirping children playing
Bright red scarf white shirt
The school drums are agitated and sunny

I look at the new house
Carved into the towering blue sky
Happy young families
Joy in sparkling eyes

I meet new friends
Building a city today
Drops of sweat pouring down
People who contribute hands together

I walk in the middle of a new city
Full of joy
Suddenly remember how many people fell
Let life have today

19/12/2019

Poetry: Tran Thi Tinh

(Dearest to my hometown Da Hoi)

Who came to my childhood Da Hoi
Every step is a happy step
Charming rural river Ngu Huyen
Softly reflecting the drifting clouds.

Standing at the Dong Gate is a banyan tree
Day by day waving the wind to call people over
I tilt the brim of the village girl’s hat
Shade covers the old people.

Ancient rice tree, March weather
Spring comes back and blooms again
On the way I usually go to school
Raise your friends to sing and sing.

Where is the three-pronged banyan tree now?
The past years have been rainy and sunny
Da is gone, people’s hearts still remember
A very young age, very deep.

Where is the sound of panting
The sound of the hammer is chirping down the anvil
Splashing thousands of stars to light the fire
I stared with fascination.

When I was a child, she grazed buffaloes in the far distance
Tired of running after butterflies to find ticks
With a little friend named “Cong Tu”
Buffalo butts people, pain is numb…

Dear homeland Da Hoi
The old scene has changed now
Electricity, roads, schools, stations… are very nice
High-rise buildings are everywhere.

Please come back to play from afar
My hometown is still welcoming
Take a step back and look back
Residents don’t come back… Da Hoi!!!

Poetry Nguyen Ruyen

Vegetables need to reach the pond
Looking up to greet the bed Su Hao made friends
Clouds tell each other, less rotation
The sun rubs its eyes slowly coming out

Oh o bustling chicken
Wake up early to bring gifts for dew
Glittery drops of sunshine
Break through the fence to visit the broccoli garden

Worm bird lurking on the branch
Up and down, looking around for prey
Yellow butterfly fluttering wings
Racing with us, you are confused to find flowers

The river flows gently
Gently print the shadow of the banyan tree and the roof of the house
Peaceful weaving village
Give your life a lyrical song that flies away

The road to fairyland or
Rural renewal inlaid with flowers to congratulate
I got drunk all of a sudden
Or because the rice fields hesitated to interfere…

Ninh Binh, 25 12 19

Poetry by Nguyen Hong Linh

Come to Qui Nhon, miss the Korean guy
Visiting Phan Thiet, I miss the old Cam
Wandering in the sea on a rainy day
Doi Duong is green with rows of coconut trees

What day is that Ong Dia rock?
The waves hit the rocks and rock in the heart
Ong Hoang is still looking forward to it
The soul of the flower touches the moss stains of the days

The moon hangs in the clouds
Korean guy selling full moon to buy?
Hang Nga is beautiful and floating
Lurking in the moonlight with longing

Fairy Stream with white clouds flying high
The fairy scene is fluttering with pink
Mysterious Cham Towers await
In the old days of Champa, we missed people

Rose Hill beams with smiles
Where is the golden sand forever love
The majestic lighthouse with thousands of clouds
That Ke Ga cape is easy to fall in love with

Wandering around the seaside town at dawn
Stop at Mui Ne with engraved silhouettes
Coconut trees whisper hair
Co Thach rock beach we will remember forever

The fishing village is bright and shining
Filled with fish and squid for life to bloom
Ta Mountain under the moonlight*
Liked to sing the miracle of the universal birth*

NH LOL

Author: Duong Quoc Nam

Homeland is a peaceful place,
Banyan tree, water wharf, familiar family yard.
Homeland has lotus ponds,
Green leaves with white flowers and yellow stigmas.

The homeland of the villages,
The rustic people are willing to share.
Homeland of nostalgia when far away,
Human love, earth love, salty love.

Homeland has changed a lot,
People integrate, many things to praise.
Homeland meets national standards,
Village streets and alleys bloom every day.

In the past, it was dark and wobbly,
Now, the light is on, changing lives
The people are rich, the country is strong and radiant,
Inter connects people near and far.

Fresh homeland blooms,
Bright green clean and beautiful like a dream.
Homeland renews every hour,
It is thanks to the Party, Uncle-Ben – civilized.

Tran Loc Poetry

Old hometown…where are you hiding
River wharf, market communal house, swinging bridge span
Footprints in a muddy alley
Follow the buffalo to draw thin plow lines

Where is the thatched roof
Afternoon smoke is wrapped around the village bamboo
Who left the yellow moon
The bustling cooperative warehouse yard in childhood…

Going home but thinking I’m dreaming
Change of skin and flesh shocked my soul
Village streets and alleys with fresh flowers
Two colorful banks waiting for the child far away

The back of the sky is white stork across
The field of “Large Model” is smooth and green
Concrete connecting channel spans
Magical light shimmering on the way back

The town is covered with the shadow of the countryside
House, car, shop late at night
Where is the empty neighborhood?
Fathers who work for their great-grandchildren to spend the day

A round of ecstatic enjoyment
A bright smile full of warmth
Homeland renews every hour
Looking at the heart is still stunned.

Hai Loc.13.12.2019

Poetry of Dao Manh Thanh

You see… the country has changed
The image of the country in the shape of a shining dragon
The streets are growing majestically
Electric lights at night illuminate the watch

Look… those are the bridges
Crossing the sea, connecting the two ends forever
The fields, green and full of fruit
With the people who are engrossed in increasing

Roads reaching far away
To connect deep, far and urban areas
And how many more absurd things
Now the change is also very popular with the people

Sightseeing and worms have a lot of tricks
Now it’s also exhausted, isn’t it?
All our people are happy everywhere
How great is our country, rising high

Our country is proud
That sport reached the height of the continent
The Party’s will of the people is still urging day and night
The country turns back, full of power Vietnam

Our country… a tradition of thousands of years
Through the darkness, shine again
The whole nation is empty and the flag is open
Pedal danger forever resounds…

Our country…
A glorious page of history…

Hai Phong: May 22, 12