Mr. Nguyen The Ky said: “I copy this poem according to my memory when I hear Mr. Cam read poetry at the Faculty of Literature, University of Hanoi and our dorm room, where he used to be. Click to “shoot” flickering pipe tobacco. This version, probably the original one, so there are quite a few differences from the current official circulation. ” VOV Electronic Newspaper is pleased to post both poems here for your convenience. THE FIRST WARNING (The record according to Mr. Nguyen The Ky’s memory) Very close to you but now far away It is the breath of time, softly My childhood, where did my childhood go I just turned eighteen this morning Dear pink phoenixes stop leaving their hands Cicadas squeak like a drop of water That cicadas sounded like a warning There is a person about to start falling in love How much want to say, how much want to cry The first sentence is to remember the old school A class of enchanted blood color The schoolyard at night falls to the night eagle The first nostalgia I miss you The nostalgia in my heart remembers with my mother My nostalgia never remember that Missing school, remembering class, remembering wisely “There is a Snow White, friends Plus the seven dwarfs are very annoying ” Ten uncle, just look in that class The class’s laughs kept buzzing What year stories, what year stories Just wake up, keep hangover with you The phoenix season blooms and the end of the summer burns On the teacher’s forehead, do not have any silver hair Through each season your braid grows longer But my heart keeps calling on old school friends The fruit was sweet on the papaya branches Flowers are yellow, my loofahs I fell in love with you, you are far away Almond tree dating waving forever I miss it, but only worry about looking back The first leaf is not seen on the school grounds./. THE FIRST WARNING ( The current “complete” version. Source: Fall dice, Writers Association Publishing House, 1992) You see, it’s all far away In the breath of time very softly That childhood passed away so arrogant Purple lilies in the eyes are very passionate Those lovely pink phoenixes left their hands The sound of cicadas tore through the lake Prophetic cicadas carelessly foretold Perhaps a person also begins to love How much want to say, how much want to cry The first song would like to sing about the old school A gloomy green classroom Night school yard – falling to a night eagle The first nostalgia I miss you The nostalgia in my heart remembers with my mother Nostalgia never remember that Do you remember the school, the class, my name “There is a Snow White, friends Plus the seven dwarves are very annoying! ” Ten, look, in that class (Oh those innocent laughter was so disturbing) What year stories, what year stories Just get emotional, just make a stir The plum blossom season, then the phoenix flower season On the teacher’s forehead, the hair should not be more gray Come on, the time for the white braids to fall asleep Time out of time holding knives to carve wandering on old tables and chairs The fruit was sweet on the papaya branches Flowers are yellow, my loofahs I fell in love with you, you are far away Almond tree dating waving forever I miss it, but only worry about looking back Not seen on the school grounds the first leaf.

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 …

Poet and screenwriter Hoang Nhuan Cam has just passed away on the afternoon of April 20. Poet Hoang Nhuan Cam also a skilled screenwriter, with famous movie scripts such as “Long Tri Night”, “Winter 1946”, “The Scent of Fire” … Poet Hoang Nhuan Cam is always a candidate. invited to screen contests and film festivals. On April 19, the Cinema Department announced the establishment of four film evaluation boards for the 2021-2023 term, including the Central Council for evaluating and classifying feature films, the Central Council for evaluating and classifying short films, and the Association. The Central Council evaluates and selects the screenplay of feature films, the Central Council evaluates and selects the short film scripts. In which, poet Hoang Nhuan Cam is one of the 9 members of the Central Council who appraises and selects the screenplay of feature films. However, on April 20, when 4 official film evaluation boards were launched and operated, poet Hoang Nhuan Cam died at the age of 69. That is, the Central Council appraised and selected the film’s script. story suddenly had a blank. Who will replace poet Hoang Nhuan Cam in the Central Council for evaluation and selection of feature films? New personnel are being considered, but finding a person with literary and cinematic capacity like poet Hoang Nhuan Cam is not easy. Because, the script is still the biggest obsession for the stagnation of the seventh art in the country. Director of Cinema Department – Vi Kien Thanh shared: “Cinema is like theater, you have to face the problem of scarcity of good scenarios. Theater, a script can be adapted and used in many different types of stages, but cinema is more difficult. The purchase of foreign scripts has brought new vitality to domestic cinema, but if we do not lay the foundation for cinema by encouraging and building a team to create scripts, it will create a gap in the development link of cinema ”.