Far away, the fall dice …

April 2021. Another talented person left the temporary realm, a leaf that had not been dyed all the yellow color fell off the branch when outside the spring still lingering on the cool purple oval flowers, the crocodile fragments sprinkled like chalk on the ground. ..

Poet and screenwriter Hoang Nhuan Cam This time the person who left was him – a person who was both distant and close: the poet – “Hoa Lua doctor” Hoang Nhuan Cam. Speaking Hoang Nhuan Cam is far away because we used to study in the same language class, course 20, Hanoi University (now University of Social Sciences and Humanities, Hanoi National University) but since graduating I have never seen you again. Occasionally, through poet Tran Ngoc Tuan, I hear a glimpse of Hoang Nhuan Cam, still talented and still … eccentric, different. Just that, and … over. You are like the star in my blind memory, every day farther and farther … Speaking Hoang Nhuan Cam is close because as soon as I heard the news of his death, so many memories of the poet with unique personality suddenly flooded back, as clear as day, as I could hold … At the end of 1975, class 20 of the Faculty of Literature, we welcomed poet Hoang Nhuan Cam from the battlefield and returned to the school. Soon, for some reason, he switched to another class. A young twenty-five year old boy, a pregnant face with prominent black moles, a cheeky handsome look. He is the author of the book of poems Twenty years old printed with martyr Vu Dinh Van. Literature sessions organized reading poetry, not only students of literature class, but also other classes sitting around the outside of the hall, many people with no seats left, swinging outside the window. With his Hanoi standard voice when melodious, when cooing, when resounding loud and rare expressions of eyes and faces, Hoang Nhuan Cam passionately read poems composed by himself: Army soldier and shouting music, Poems written for the sun, Age of twenties, The first leaf … Up to now, I have not heard anyone read such fascinating poems as Hoang Nhuan Cam. When he read poetry, he almost drained his guts, as if there were only him and poetry in the world. Poem Twenty years old by Hoang Nhuan Cam, there are very strange questions: Blue sky color confession . Her hair flew indifferently … Love the smell of hay. Sleep silently in the ground … Honestly, not all of our brother’s verses understand the profound meaning of it. But after all, poetry is to feel, no need to express, to discern right and wrong. Hoang Nhuan Cam is talented, always appearing with a thin, fragile appearance, clothes, hair and hair … an artist, of course, is admired by many female students. As for him, he always loves her, regardless of her, and for his own reasons … let go. We know some of your “hard-to-get” romances. Still a “virgin” but he fell in love with a dancer from the battlefield, divorced his husband, soon after he fell in love with a beautiful girl, because of her that wrote a poem. Phuong that . He often does not copy songs, because he has to let his soul into poetry. One day when my class came downstairs after school, just in time for his class to go up, Hoang Nhuan Cam shouted: “Get out of the way. Stay away. No, I’ll just… kiss one now, ”making the girls squeal, drifting away. During the exam season, he often ran down to my class, scratched his hair, and begged: “D. Oh, let me borrow a book of Western literature, or else my life will be a hit ”. Unable to borrow the notebook, he ran to another girl: “X. oh Lend me a book of Chinese literature, or else my life will be a waste ”. We nagged, did not lend him, but after that, Hoang Nhuan Cam still passed a good exam without having to go out or squash … Poet, screenwriter Hoang Nhuan Cam and four young actors in the movie The smell of fire Mischievous, daring, sometimes apathetic and difficult to talk about, but it can be said that Hoang Nhuan Cam is a poet from his own eggs, that is due to a genetic gene he inherited from his father: musician Hoang Giac. Students who do not like his beautiful, dreamy “teenage” verses: There is a Snow White girl. Besides, the seven dwarfs are very annoying (The first leaf). His poems have sparked in our hearts a fire yearning for beauty, feeling more in love, loving people and wanting to commit to do something good for life. Later, he tasted many poetic bitter flavors of Hoang Nhuan Cam gradually became deep, thoughtful, even sad, evident in the last book of poems. Fall dice. At this time, life for him is no longer bright, but like a six-sided dice, every side is difficult, thunderstorms: Fall dice in the grass. His eyes look at the six faces of the storm (Fall Dice). Poem The demining man’s words were sacrificed has made many poetic friends shed tears because of touching the compassionate domain that exists in each person: Mom before I say goodbye. I could not see where I was lying. I just remember behind the bang. Still kneeling before her mother, before the moon … End of poetry writing, turning to film script, Hoang Nhuan Cam continued to explode with famous films: Winter 1946, Long Tri Night, The smell of burning grass … Now, Hoang Nhuan Cam’s fall dice have led him to leave the temporary realm. But to me, for those who love Hoang Nhuan Cam poetry and appreciate his talent, the poet seems to have just gone somewhere, and will come back …