The sound of old garden birds is far away There’s a person who doesn’t come back I sat on the side of the road. *** How many green trees lộc Turn your back to me Only time left Give a sunrise every day. *** I pour the morning into a cup Pink finger spread time That’s it, an old appointment Has turned into mossy sediment… *** Thanks for the stay The hand that opens and closes the Sun The cup is full of sunshine I put a new day on my lips. Comments Ngo Thi Y Nhi’s poem has a unique feature in the four poems because of its different feelings about time. Normally, linear time, always passing, never comes back. Everything changes in the footsteps of time. Yet here, time stops with me, when everything passes. That sense of time is clearly contrary to the natural laws of the universe. Why so? As it turned out, the girl’s mood had determined the existence of time, changing the laws of nature. The hair is no longer green, the garden is old, the old people are far away, the oath has become mossy sediment… Who said time stops in those movements? Time still goes by! It’s just, I stay with my own great-grandchildren and comfort. The sun is still fragrant with the new day, the morning light still shines on each pink finger, why do you have to wither because of the old day? The poem ends with a beautiful picture: I put a new day on my lips . Life still gives us miracles, in every moment of time.

The cover of the poem The Shadow of the Past – Photo (LHK) The poetry collection “Old Afternoon Shadows”* by Nguyen Thi Thu has 70 poems printed with moderate thickness, beautiful and simple cover, giving readers a friendly and close first impression. There are only 3 poems written by the author about relatives (father, mother and deceased brother) arranged in separate arrays, but they are 3 poems rich in emotions. The rest are love poems. Women that. Eve’s words to invite Adam to eat the forbidden fruit is a love verse of the early morning ancestors of mankind. Without mentioning the memories as often seen in the lines of crying for separation, the verses in the poem “The day of his death” are linked, confused and helpless as if it was the longing for a relative who soon left. far from the world. It is not a manly page to be able to pour a cup of wine on the grave of a short loved one like Nguyen Thong (1827-1884) did in front of his brother’s grave in the article. “Falling away from a foreign country” (Far from my grave in a foreign land) , Nguyen Thi Thu tossed in a dream, in nostalgia hoping to find her brother’s figure, but soon realized it was a hopeless search: I look in a dream I search in nostalgia Parting is forever Far away, far away. (Your anniversary) Just a glance at the titles of the remaining 67 poems, readers can imagine so many levels of love in the soul of a woman who has endured and overcome many sun and rain in the world. There is a call for a lover in Why don’t you take me home, One day I will love, Love forever, Remember to listen to me, Tell me… There are timestamps left with Sunset, Old Wharf, Sent in the past, Winter, Spring at the door, The season of flying leaves… There are flowers that hide so many memories: A few degrees of yellow flowers, You and the lotus, Wild flowers, May flowers, Bi Ngan flower love story… Nguyen Thi Thu is like a woman in a cubist painting. Many faces turned to the four directions, but the eyes opened wide and looked into their own realm. This is a young girl in love, dreaming of a flower boat by the river in the rape season. That’s the girl sitting knitting a sweater unfinished a love affair. And far away is a woman who remembers an old autumn: He said he loves wildflowers You should send your heart to the wind and clouds Autumn is so far away To lose your love in this place forever. (To send) When the eyes are on their own world, the verse will be full of mood. “The shadow of the old afternoon” is so flickering with smoke, filled with sadness and joy, like the scenes of the film overlap in succession, and then suddenly the lens-lens-inner-mind pulls into a deep perspective with waves. The lake surface spreads to the abyss. Author Nguyen Thi Thu Literary works always carry in it, at different levels, the thoughts, feelings and sometimes even the fate of the writer. Because of that, facing life, sometimes verses and poems become a bridge to share, sympathize, and connect writers with others: One day, I lost my way to the moon and stars Know someone’s arms to pick up for those who missed an appointment? Please open your heart to love the sunshine Wipe your tears then… wipe even the rain. (Path to happiness) Reading Nguyen Thi Thu’s poetry, the reader encounters the author’s lyrical ego in every private moment, every small word confiding. When revealed by lines, shapes, when flickering, ghostly. Sometimes the truth is mixed together, both familiar and strange: Is there an afternoon where I’m alone? Sitting alone looking at the trees shedding leaves The rain is falling with long drops Tell us stories like yes, no? (Doesn’t it rain in the afternoon) “Old Afternoon Shadow” anchors the reader’s feelings because of its multi-voiced, multi-step tone, showing the author’s rich linguistic ability and sensitive and flexible rhyme perception, especially in the form of poetry. five languages ​​and hexagons: Losing love is a pain If you forget, it will be too late One dimple lover Words of love follow the wind to the flying sand. (Sand flies) It is not difficult to find the shortcomings, immaturity here and there in a collection of poems, but the most noticeable is the redundancy and repetition of words in a poem, or sometimes “trending” to use strange words. If the word “lost” choose a very expensive place in the article “Possible and impossible” then the fact that there are 6 mentions of the word “peace” (pages 27, 60, 64, 78, 88, 95) makes it difficult for readers to… peace! But, above all, “Old Afternoon Shadow” and the feelings of the author are worthy for readers to share and sympathize. United States of America ________________________ * Ancient Afternoon Shadow, poem by Nguyen Thi Thu. Writers Association Publishing House. HN. 2020 Nguyen Thi Thu Born in 1971 Hometown: Van Ha village, Duc Phong commune, Mo Duc. Currently residing in Thach Tru Tay village, Duc Lan commune, Mo Duc. Graduated from Dang Thuy Tram Medical College Published: Shadow of the Old Afternoon (poem); Writers Association Publishing House 2020 SAND FLIES Nguyen Thi Thu I’m back to find flying sand Find the place I’ve been here once Where is a foot print? A tired shoulder hesitant to miss each other? Losing love is a pain If you forget, it will be too late Money lover Words of love follow the wind to the flying sand Sad sea has someone this afternoon Returning to the sea of ​​the old days Rainy afternoon, remember a rainy afternoon Tears overflowed the eyes to blame… flying sand! 2020 BACK TO VALUES Nguyen Thi Thu Twenty years away from home The old bridge is now missing one person The windy road flies in the early winter The sun is still yellow in the sun of twenty. The old river wharf, the boat let go of its beams and waited The temple bells in the afternoon dyed brown clothes This is the small way I pick grapefruit flowers My hair is now fragrant with the wind by the river. Thatched roof remembers the embrace of ivory bamboo The distant fields are covered with blue smoke in the afternoon When she was a girl, how many times did her feet rush? Fun book lights that know once love. Yeah! The sea sand is so vast now! Are you used to leaving footprints? Ha Trung hamlet is as gentle as in a fairy tale Mom waiting for me to come back in the afternoon, the sun also plays with me That Van Ha cloud covers the mountain Tra Nien Bridge, who still remembers to come back I’m back to find a girl Listen to your reflection on the waves of the countryside. Van Ha – Thach Tru 2021

This is the only remaining primeval mangrove forest on Tam Giang lagoon, Thua Thien – Hue (in Thuan Hoa village, Huong Phong commune, Huong Tra town, Thua Thien – Hue). (Photo: Hue Oi) Perhaps the first strong impression of this mangrove forest is its unique name: Ru Cha. At first, the name sounds wild, but also a bit mysterious and magical. According to Hue dialect, “ru” here means mountain forest, and “cha” is the name of a species of tree that grows 90% of the area here. The name was also born from that, sounds rustic, but very close and dear. (Photo: Hue Oi) Coming to Ru Cha mangrove forest, the most eye-catching thing is a green color of plants. The green color of the cha tree covers the surface of the lagoon with an area of ​​​​about 5 hectares. A very stimulating color in the summer, let visitors come here to be immersed in the most refreshing, fresh and relaxing feeling. (Photo: Hue Oi) Although there are no unique architectures, colorful backgrounds or romantic seascapes, the Ru Cha mangrove forest still shows up very impressively in the pictures. No need to invest in costumes or difficult designs, just drop yourself in the middle of the concrete road, look forward, and you will have a dreamy photo shoot. Many couples also choose Ru Cha to record their own unique and strange wedding photo album. (Photo: Hue Oi) (Photo: Hue Oi) It is because of the wild scenery that Ru Cha Hue forest also has a very mysterious and attractive color. And that also seems to be an attraction for many young people who come here even though the journey of discovery is not easy. However, if you love nature and want to feel the clear and peaceful air once, come to Ru Cha, you will find the trip with your friends becomes meaningful. (Photo: Hue Oi) (Photo: Locatravel) (Photo: Locatravel) This attraction is only about 15 km from the city center. Starting from the center, you just need to run along Highway 49 towards Thuan An beach, turn left through Tam Giang bridge, cross Thao Long dam, you will reach Ru Cha forest. From Highway 49, you can look at Huong Phong commune, you will easily see clusters of green tea trees, woven together, that is Ru Cha mangrove forest.

The moon just entered the door blush like autumn ripe fruit. *** Don’t raise your voice The birds have just folded their wings to fly Eyes closed the old straw nest. *** Don’t raise your voice The lullaby is still ringing On the breast. *** The crease of the shirt is fermented from the previous wind This afternoon smells of god People Just resting your feet. *** Don’t raise your voice. A collection of poems, Voices, by Ta Anh Thu. Photo: FBNV. Comments Poem Don’t raise your voice in each stanza – the passage has the appearance and spirit of a Haiku. The still movement of time in the ripe fruit, the restless closing of the bird’s wings leaving the nest; The lullaby still resounds on the breast, the drunken yeast of the journey suddenly bewildered when stopping… gives us the ancient melancholy. Poetic form is a framework that avant-garde poets always intend to overcome. Overcoming the form of the body (for example: Six bowls, Haiku…) to create the life of the genre (Poetry) is the path of regal innovation. Holding only poetry as the nourishment of the genre and challenging the rigidity of the body is a particular delight in artistic creation. Ta Anh Thu must have thought of that when evoking the Haiku atmosphere and beyond the Haiku form. Don’t raise your voice not silence, but to listen to the sound of silence. Picking up each moment, stringing together four poems, forming a closed structure, the poem keeps the reader in a space separate from the noisy, tired world out there. Reading poems, for me, can be a way of self-support!

Waking up in the arms of water Your shoulder is smooth and clear Disappeared in waves again… *** He calmly clung to the grass Call me in the open sky And the night just melted away too quickly. *** Can’t hear my voice Only the sound of lilies can be heard But I believe you heard. *** I heard So the stump just watered so quickly absorbed The dew-drenched phoenix dome was on fire this morning The dried field corns rattled. *** Plunge into the ground with thirsty toes The new leaf that emerges resets the lyrics The fire was burning in the quiet space From the feeling that has just fallen and broken. Comments Close your eyes and hear, in the stillness of your thoughts, the echo of the dried corn that has just hit the ground, breaking out into the sound of summer. The poem is an echo that awakens the sky, awakens the morning, awakens the fire in the dew-drenched phoenix cluster. Close your eyes and see, in your imagination, the smooth and soft image of water, fluttering next to a lotus flower, a lotus leaf, a gentle and shy shoulder. The poem is a flash of light that reveals secret images. Close your eyes and feel, a waiting in the thirsty earth, a new song in the sprouting leaves, a turning towards the light. The night is over, the old feelings are gone. Clinging to the grass, looking up at the wide sky and calling out, I know you heard, a new life begins.

I understand I have to go Through the deep forest Through the whispering grass Through sunny areas Of the sad desert Through the tundra, the wind is fierce Where dreams are extraordinary I practice walking step by step Together or alone I keep myself breathing For a minute the hand let go I have a couple of appointments With a couple of souls Waiting for each other on the top of the snow Or at the end of the misty cloud I go and I know I don’t go alone There’s another me beside me Of a circle of wisdom Waking up every day We all have to go Even if there are days to lie down Wait for the pain to pass. Comments The poem “Go” by Nguyen Thien Ngan evokes a permanent idea of ​​the human journey. That journey carved the shadow of existence in time. We can visualize the destination as a dream, a wish, a projection. However, no one knows for sure that that destination will always be what they once thought. In the deep forests of the mountains, where the grass whispers, where the wind is burning in the tundra, where the desert burns … there are still many things hidden that you will never know when you leave. Journey makes life. Every moment is an existence. Therefore, the central quartet is “going out” with an extraordinary dream. Maybe, on that journey, we bring an appointment to accompany us, maybe it’s just loneliness with our own shadow. But, no matter what, still have to “go” as the fate of existence. Am I lonely? If unfortunately that is true, then “My side and I are different / Of a circle of wisdom”. The circle of wisdom is a clear awareness in the spirit of the truth of life, of the dream existing in the midst of life. The poem opens deep into the deep journey when the day after tomorrow we unfortunately lie down. Lying down is actually just the start of another journey!

Those are a few outlines of Pham Duy Nghia to explain the surprises that can happen when the author has just released the collection of poems Cho Eternity Autumn (Literature Publishing House, 2021). In fact, for a writer, it is normal to try and affirm his talent in many genres. It is not uncommon for writers to write novels, short stories, autographs, essays, essays, poems, and engage in literary criticism. So is Pham Duy Nghia. Although, in the preface to the collection of poems, the author foretells that these are only poems of youth (composed in 2000), are “gentle memories” that keep “my soul pure and clear”. time”, but with 30 poems, Cho eternal autumn has revealed a portrait of a poet. Feelings of chaos, confusion, and problems in modern poetry can be partly relieved when we read Pham Duy Nghia’s Cho Eternity Autumn. Poetry brings familiarity and closeness. From Little Red Riding Hood to the Snow Queen, from Danko to Giamilia, from the young maple to the old oak, from the birch forest to the lilac, from the hills and steppe to the vast white snow, from the golden autumn to the crimson sail, from the bunch of green grapes to the swans, from the yellow bush to the fairy castle… we recognize the source of Pham Duy Nghia’s poetic soul. These are Paustovsky, L. Tolstoy, Aitmatov; the other is A.Grin, Grim, HCAndersen; In the distance, a vast yellow color is Levitan, a pride like a flame in M.Gorky’s Danko heart… It can be said that Pham Duy Nghia’s eternal autumn has been revived and born in “” from the school of Soviet culture and literature” and European classics for a while: “For a hundred years, there is still sadness in the afternoon / poplar forest leaves apricots yellower than the sun / the wind lulls me to sleep / golden autumn , golden autumn… (Before Levitan); so innocent of dream forests / Grim green hills” (Fairyland)… Pham Duy Nghia’s poetry is beautiful and clear. The lyrical feeling evoked from the cultural source rich in ideals forms a shiny art world like “sunshine in the trees”. Pham Duy Nghia’s youth may have been earnestly caught up with the desire to live and become noble souls. Beautiful and clear, that is, not clouded by the trivial, narrow, calculated; Not too entangled in pain or brokenness. Is living, loving and passionate, pursuing and dedicating to the cause of life a model of the people of the era that used to be the “dream about” of many generations of Vietnamese teenagers, students, and students?: ” I want to kiss the blue flames/ in the poet’s eyes silently dark/ collect the fallen gold dust to search for agarwood/…/ One day the torch burns out of oil/ they die/ under the yellow leaves and snow/ arrogant laugh/listen to a thousand-year storm” (Torch). The clear and beautiful world of Pham Duy Nghia’s poetry is displayed through color. Color reflects the object of attention (outside) while at the same time revealing the aesthetic vibes (inside) of the poet. For the eternal autumn, the highlight is green and yellow. That shows the haunting charms of the ideal that once existed in the poet’s soul. Blue moonlight, blue sea, blue lake, blue sky, green valley, green hill, blue stream, blue sunset, green garden, green grass, green sprout, green nuggets, blue soul, blue love age, green lover’s eyes, green flower floor, green song, blue rose and wild… dyed a green and clear and intoxicating space. That blue color brings the soul of youth: “Over here / blue sunset / I crave a sad feature of the North; sink deep, my eyes are loving / the sea is bright with the thirst of the world” (Memories of the moon hill) ; “I go to the far distance wind/ blue sky May ecstasy” (Sea sound)… Harmony in the ideal space For eternal autumn is golden light. Golden autumn, golden moon, yellow flowers, yellow sunshine, yellow leaves, yellow carpet, yellow scarf, gold dust, gold beads, golden strokes, blonde hair… aroused in poetic inspiration, dreamy and splendid. Yellow color brightens the space, sifting on the green background sparkling with magical powder: “Autumn is light / coming to the doorstep, crouching / in the garden I walk softly / afraid to step on the yellow autumn” (Four seasons) ; “The poplar forest without leaves is more yellow than the sun” (Before Levitan); “One early morning/wasting under the sky/ canola flowers bloom/ canola flowers interrupt/slight seeds of sunshine are sad seeds/drops of gold on the winter picture” (The Sorrow of Canola flowers); “Saigon at noon/ Shattered corpses of yellow flowers” (Memory train); “Is it the season over there / the sky is blue on this side / the birch is soft with white breasts / autumn is ripe with thousands of trees” (The sound of the sea)… The particular attention, preference or impression of color (blue-yellow-white) really reveals the poet’s “mental structure”. A pure, young, passionate, dreamy soul with idealistic desire has been expressed by the spectrum of colors in the poem painting For Eternal Autumn. This, if we look broadly at the short story – the genre that is considered the mainstay of Pham Duy Nghia’s work, we have more evidence to convince ourselves. Thus, stories or poems are just different manifestations of an artist’s heart who has loved and cherished the fresh green color full of vitality, the shimmering yellow color and the pure white color. Life will change, people will change and art will change, but with what we have entrusted to the eternal autumn, we recognize the face of May, of memory, of passions. raise people.

Just like poetry and poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan, if he had to go to heaven, Tuan would go to the reverse region where the magnificent mountains and forests of the Northeast where he was a soldier for many years stationed at Cao Bang forts once wrote the following verses: “ A bowl of forest wine / Laughing to break the waterfall / A cold rainy night / Deep with coal light / A sentence soars / A patrol road across the village / Nights screaming your name / Firecrackers howling around… The country… hundreds of battles / Want to find a common soldier / Look in the form of a rock / Vong Phu through the wind and fog… “. (Normal soldier). Poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan. Why did you choose the South? Go suddenly. Go like a talisman lures you to go. As long as indefinite? It seems to be disoriented because Nguyen Thanh Tuan has never “planned” his life. Going to clean up the whole family with Nam Tien. You are not showbiz, how can you love the Southern light? She is currently holding the position of Vice Principal of a school in the countryside. The ancestors of the family are on both sides of the land in the land he once wrote: “ Dad took me to the village road / Let me take each brick / In the sky as blue as the river / Under the bamboo banks “. (Village road), why suddenly the south is as serene as clouds in the four directions of the sky. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is a rather strange case. Once upon a time, Tuan from the East matched with Duong Kieu Minh from Doai, a pair of famous poetic poems in the middle of the world, half an eye of multi-faceted poetry, alone, making people feel anxious and worried. Thanh Tuan’s poetry is oriented towards tradition, taking simplicity as the foundation, liking the new but not the old, shaking hands and celebrating with the rich and lovingly at peace with old friends and neighbors. Tuan sometimes flies to the clouds, still holding a thin kite string on the ground. Where did the kite string break? The storm outside is dark clouds, white wind, elephant god, who knows if it’s good or bad? Well know this: “ Hiding the roots of the urban day / The smell of the earth contemplating every night / Loving the piece of potato buried in the school day / Thirsty for the river while bathing naked “. (Village memory); “ Everywhere I go, I find myself sobbing / The night of the festival melts beautiful heels / A pompous farewell to brothers and sisters / Early morning buried in the mud “. (Village festival)… meaning Tuan still considers his homeland as important, still grateful for great accretion from rice seeds and potatoes in the fields and corners of the village. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is an expected poet in Hung Yen in recent decades, especially during the period when he was Vice President of the Association – Editor-in-Chief of Pho Hien Magazine, which invited unique and special pages of poetry and literature. sharp. Of course there are people, including the leadership, who don’t like the men who wander or speak everywhere. Also telling the truth. He also often said the right thing when he had to say it differently, saying it around like a poem, he wrote poetry and said it straight, so his position was wobbly and could not stand it but completely slipped. This is a matter of local art circles and we’re happy for him. At that time, Tuan was still a poet in the true sense of the word: “ And you still have the right to take off your shirt/ To shed all winters barefoot/ The first drop of water from your shoulder/ Spring buds across the Red River Delta “. (Liberal Red River); “I lied to a dying person / Let them go away with peace of mind / I lied to my heart / I kept my hopes / I lied day and night / To torment my conscience night and day”. (Lie)… Poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan (2nd from the right) with fellow writers. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is a philosopher. Everything is considered philosophy first. However, the absurdities in life fell on him, Tuan did not know how to argue. Or arguing is just arguing in poetry. Outside, I see that he is always weak, even though the right thing has already belonged to him. Once, I went with him and writer Dao Ba Doan to drink at a flooded temple. When he got drunk, he didn’t know the way back. Doan was led away by a long-haired girl’s granddaughter. My house is a few inches away, but I can’t return it is ridiculous. But being young at the time, this was usually not a big deal. Even though that night, Doan announced his marriage to that girl?! Where are they now in the vastness of heaven and water? Strangely, he just sat still like a statue without saying anything, even more not stopping the other couple from walking into the dark night in the middle of the river. Until morning, the militia brothers in the commune used a boat to take us to the town to have breakfast and return to Nguyen Thanh Tuan’s house to see the couple chirping in the small kitchen as if they were at home. Could it be that they thought this was the place where the fairies were? The two brothers had to withdraw from the house, ignoring the pair of bronze and jade fairies. Then Tuan wrote a poem: Leaving the dogma in the flooded temple / Doan walking in the rain / Village women with long hair like a river / Boobs rising up in the pouring season / Did the Doan choose? / Is it the freedom group? / Go / Walk away in a short distance The buffalo dung road makes a mistake / Going to grow chrysanthemum leaves, lemongrass and incense … The river cries in the rain / Corpse Doan is covered with alluvium from the water’s edge…” . (The group goes to the river). Nguyen Thanh Tuan is not only fascinated with his homeland but also fascinated with people, not only men like Doan but also Tuan’s women are also very wandering: “ If my sister is not next to me / I don’t remember the name of the temple / I pass by my hat forever / How can I hear the whispering whispers… But I don’t have a husband? / When I enter the temple, I vow to become a monk. “. (Phoenix Pho Hien); “ You came out pure from the drizzle / The eyes of the leaves opened in shock / The rising rivers turned away sullenly / I panicked and yelled at you to stop / At the other end of the road the clouds were very unusual “. (At the end of the drizzly road)… Nguyen Thanh Tuan has been lost in the South for nearly ten years, sometimes returning to his father’s hometown, sometimes his friends are also lost or busy making a living, giving up literature and words. Like Tuan himself, the poet is expected to have deeply embedded in his memory a few verses, still in the village’s memory is it still the same as before? “ Why don’t you go back to the dyke / Kite to let go of the passion of the city / Guava is happy with the green river / Take off your clothes and take off your clothes equally / Bai Soi is proud of the buffalo back / Everywhere you fall, you will fall on the brown earth of your hometown / Rise give white chicken grass / Give me the shyness to fight, but I’m empty-handed “. (Untitled). As the years go by, the rich and glorious beauty has long been a waste. The joys and sorrows are lost and frivolous like clouds floating above your head. It is only fair that Nguyen Thanh Tuan is in a far place looking back or old friends looking to read his poetry. While the core values ​​of culture, history, and people seem to be under too much pressure; pressure from the new came rushing in; the pressure from the old persistently does not let go; pressure from each self over time and voluntarily surrendered. Oh, the pressure makes people confused. In that scene, fortunately, Nguyen Thanh Tuan was able to say that: Get out of the pond, fish and fish / Be careful not to forget to catch a lotus branch / Clap the petrified pink horse again / Bring only a gentle buffalo / Fly through the mist of copper / Melt into nothingness… “. (Dream). Oh Nguyen Thanh Tuan! It seems that everything has been peaceful in different heavens? Is the loss of good and bad people also a constant? Brothers and sisters, who have taken literature as a reason to live, they must understand that “the world is infinite and everything is empty” is the Buddha’s words thousands of years ago? The North and the South don’t have a literary background? We are in the same realm. We are in the same rhythm. We share the same reason of life and death, but are we not destined for heaven and earth?

Not a rose bud Not the morning dew It’s not a dream that just woke up I knew the most fragile thing It’s love It’s love, baby! Love Just in the morning, the sun is shining Overcast the intense afternoon rain We were just running around looking for each other… I just hit you… … Like a storm coming It was like a wave hitting the shore, the wave went back to the sea. It’s not me – it’s not heaven Not a sunset cloud Suddenly pink… suddenly purple… I hold love like a child holds a crystal cup Slightly awkward is… that’s all… disappear. *** I pray – not now And when the hair is gray When the hair is gray When I’ve gone through the storm – storm – sea – shore Still leaning on my shoulder A love that is not lost… Comments When realizing the fragility of love, love is no longer there. Maybe, only in nostalgia, dream or regret. The more years go by, the more people feel the strange fragility of love. What’s as great as love? What is more fragile than love? Poem Going through the years Do Trung Quan’s is built on two lines of emotions and thoughts. One side is the fragility of love, more than the sky, the morning dew. One side is the desire (not now) for a love that is “not lost” when we go through the storms – storms – sea – shore. Poetry lies in the rhythm with a bit of play, melancholy and contemplative tone of someone who must have seen love disappearing through his age a couple of times. However, the most poetic part lies at the intersection of those two emotional lines. It is a shade of anxiety mixed with dream and hope.

Illustration: internet. I want to take you to the end of the horizon To see the northernmost sunset The whole sky is glittering with luminous Strips of light whirling in motion Colorful clouds shimmering The harmony between the great heaven and earth Super fast solar wind full of particles Interaction with magnetic disturbances Made the planetary dance vũ With all the colors of the universe Energy fills the fanciful space The shimmering light of burning desire Let me get drunk in the chorus of love Big bang, groan or song of life “Dawn Chorus” praises angels O Valkyries* beautiful virgins Are brave and resilient warriors Riding a war horse with a spear in hand, wearing armor giáp Rushing to the battlefield before the enemy The iron armor glowed with light Bright colors fill the whole space Radiant, great aura shines brightly Radiant in the northern sky Created the magic of the Northern Lights Here I come again beautiful Rovaniemi The snow is falling white on the mountains To enjoy the winter days Christmas about Santa Claus hometown Gentle and funny Santa Claus On a sleigh full of presents Going to every village to share with children Bring everyone (home) happiness and love There are white nights when we are happy together What light silvers the space? Here the sun never sets The night is cold and windy at night The whiter the night (Let the snow fall) I love many emotions I stayed awake with you all night. * (Norwegian mythology)

Li Bai (701-762) was one of the most famous poets of the Tang Dynasty in China. He is not only known as a great poet, he is also known as “Zu Trung Tien” because of his rare wine-loving style. In particular, in his poems, there was once a cup of wine that could not be exhausted no matter how he drank it: “The ladle of the falcon, the cup of the parrot, one hundred five thirty-six thousand days, one day should be inclined three hundred cups.” (Tuong Duong ca). The cup of wine “drinking forever” really exists in history. Photo: Sina Archaeologists have always been very interested in the “parrot cup” or “parrot cup” that Li Bai refers to, but such artifacts have never been excavated. It was not until the discovery of an ancient Jin Dynasty (317 – 420) tomb in 1965 that archaeologists found the strange wine glass described in these poems. Invention ahead of its time In 1965, archaeologists discovered a family tomb in Xiangshan, Nanjing. Based on the stele unearthed, the archaeological team judged that the owner of the tomb belonged to the Vuong family, one of the four largest clans of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Here, in addition to finding a large number of burial items, which are of great value to the study of family culture and funeral customs of the Wei and Jin dynasties, scientists were also very surprised. when unearthed a large snail shell in the grave . The cup was unearthed. Photo: Sina The appearance of the Anh Vu snail caused a lot of controversy in the professional world, because this was the first time they unearthed a strange artifact. Through research, the experts eventually discovered: It turns out that this is the famous “parrot cup” in history, this cup is originally made from Anh Vu snail shell. Perhaps, the owner of the tomb is also a person with a passion for wine like poet Ly Bach, so he decided to bring this cup to his final resting place. This is the first time people have unearthed a parrot cup, so experts are very interested and want to study why the parrot cup can contain such a large amount of alcohol, because from the outside, this is really a normal Anh Vu snail shell, nothing special. The secret inside To find out the answer to this problem, experts decided to take an X-ray of the cup, it turned out that the image of “300 cup tilting day” in Li Bai’s poetry was not a product of pompous tricks, it’s true. Inside the parrot cup there are lots of naturally created nets that occupy the dense interior of the prison and, all hidden nets are connected by small holes. When the ancients poured wine into the parrot cup, the wine would gradually seep into the net through small holes. In this way, when the ancients poured wine from a parrot cup, the wine inside would not be poured out all at once, but flowed out little by little under the influence of air pressure.In this way, it gives the illusion that the alcohol in it never runs out. Recreate the image inside the parrot cup. Photo: Sina After the experts learned this secret, they felt great admiration for the wisdom of the ancients. The working principle of the parrot cup is very similar to today’s activated carbon, it uses the spatial structure inside the object to achieve the purpose of slowing down the flow. Drinking with a small glass of wine with such a long pouring power is very elegant and rich in emotion, so the parrot cup is always sought after by antique wine lovers. The parrot cup is so popular, but why has it disappeared from history? Experts believe that the cause is due to the main material of the cup – the Anh Vu snail, which has a very small number. This animal lives on the seabed several hundred meters deep in the tropics and subtropics, so it is not easy to find.

A poem by a poet of the Tang Dynasty, about the phenomenon of burning books in the Qin Dynasty. “What CEO Wang posted is an anti-government poem. It shows that he is under a lot of pressure because of the investigations,” said Hao Hong, an analyst at Bocom International in Hong Kong. CEO Wang deleted the post on May 9 and denied the above rumor. He claimed to only use the verse to refer to the company’s competitors. A spokesperson for Meituan made a similar comment. Mr. Wang Xing, CEO of Meituan. Photo: China Daily. In October 2020, billionaire Jack Ma publicly criticized the Chinese banking system. As a result, Jack Ma’s startup Ant Group was forced to stop its $35 billion listing, Alibaba was investigated and fined $2.8 billion for violating antitrust laws. “Many people think that the poem posted by Wang Xing is a criticism similar to what Jack Ma said. This is not the time for Chinese businessmen to raise their voices.” Bloomberg quoted Kerry Goh, Investment Director of Kamet Capital Partners as saying. In recent years, the Chinese government has tightened supervision of technology companies. The Hang Seng Technology Index is down a record 30% from its peak in February. Meituan is also the subject of investigation by Chinese authorities for monopolistic behavior. Meituan is accused of forcing merchants to sign exclusive business contracts on its platform. On May 10, the Shanghai Consumer Council criticized Meituan for infringing on the rights of consumers.

Mr. Wang holds an 11% stake in China’s largest food delivery group. Meituan’s share price has fallen since last month when the State Administration of Market Regulations of China (SAMR) announced it was opening an investigation into Meituan for anticompetitive practices. Meituan stock price received a new shock on May 10 when CEO Wang posted on social media a poem Tang about the phenomenon of book burning in the Qin Dynasty. Many people think this is Mr. Wang’s way of criticizing the Chinese government for its campaign to tighten control of Internet corporations. Meituan’s stock price plummeted because CEO Wang Xing posted the ancient poem online. Photo: Xinhua. Billionaire Wang deleted the post shortly after, explaining that he used the poem to criticize Meituan’s competitors. However, it was all too late. The hashtag #MeituanSharePriceSlump (Meituan stock price plummeted) attracted 32 million followers on the social networking platform Weibo. At the same time, the Shanghai Consumer Council also heavily criticized Meituan for inappropriate business practices. Recently, the Chinese technology industry has been struggling because of the repressive measures of the Beijing government. The Hang Seng Technology Index is down about 30% from February. “The Chinese tech industry is going through a lot of ups and downs. Technology regulations are constantly being applied, leading to regulatory risks, making it difficult to forecast industry growth,” said Jackson Wong, head of asset management at Amber Hill Capital.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.

Huang Zheng, founder of Pinduoduo (left) and Wang Xing, founder of Meituan – Photo: Bloomberg/Getty Images. Huang Zheng, founder and CEO of e-commerce firm Pinduoduo, and Wang Xing, founder and CEO of food delivery platform Meituan, have seen their fortunes plummet after being criticized by an activist group for consumers. According to Forbes, the share price of this Pinduoduo 11/5 fell more than 9%, “blowing” $ 4.3 billion from Huang Zheng’s assets. The founder of Pinduoduo is currently worth $42.9 billion according to Forbes’ real-time statistics, making him the 4th richest person in China. Meanwhile, Wang Xing’s fortune fell by $2.5 billion as investors continued to sell off Meituan shares in the May 11 session. The share price fell another 5.3% after falling 7.1% in the previous session. Wang is currently worth $19.5 billion. A day earlier, the Shanghai Consumer Council said it had convened both Pinduoduo and Meituan. The organization criticized Pinduoduo for its poor quality goods, rampant counterfeiting on the company’s e-commerce platform, and poor after-sales service. The organization also condemned Meituan for issues with refunds, failed food deliveries and misleading content on the company’s platform. The statement of the Shanghai Consumer Council comes as the Chinese government is tightening control of the country’s largest technology firms. Last week, Wang was also criticized after posting a poem of a Tang poem allegedly intended to criticize the Chinese government on the social network Fanfou. The poem titled The Book of the Dead (Book Burning Pit) by poet Zhang Jie, written at the end of the Tang Dynasty, condemns Qin Shi Huang’s act of burning books to control people’s thoughts and suppress the mind. awake. The poem is meant to mock Qin Shi Huang for seeing academia as the greatest threat, but his reign was eventually overthrown by non-intellectuals. A few days later, Wang deleted the post, explaining that the poem was just a reminder that “the most dangerous enemies are often the ones we least expect”. The 42-year-old CEO also added that Meituan’s biggest rival appears to be Ele.me but is in fact “unnoticed companies and business models that are disrupting the food delivery industry”. Late last month, Beijing’s anti-trust authority officially launched an investigation into Meituan’s alleged request for sellers to be allowed only the Meituan platform or another competitor. Since then, the company’s stock price has fallen by nearly 18 percent. On Weibo, many Chinese netizens compared Wang’s posting of the poem to Jack Ma’s speech criticizing the financial management system in October 2020. The co-founder of Alibaba at the time even said bluntly that Chinese banks operate like “pawn shops”. Jack Ma’s speech is said to spark a series of strong moves by Chinese authorities against Alibaba as well as its subsidiary Ant Group. Ant’s “big” IPO was suspended a few days later. And Alibaba was fined a record $2.8 billion for monopolies last month.

you remind me that day after day hit the beach heartbreaking blows already White *** The pain of sleeping in age The rock grows wild and wild sometimes sad juggling Some verses fly up… *** The birds in the air are tired put the source on the hand wind on the horizon… *** Where are your friends happy? old lovers do you remember where Sit down and listen to the wine flow Lie down here and listen to the pillow crying *** The day swallows fly single. The collection of poems, Swans fly away by Nguyen Help. Photo: FBNV. Comments The wave in Nguyen Help’s poem is a symbol. Waves are me working hard day after day breaking into the rapids. Wave is him between the pain of sleeping in his age. The waves are the desolations of the sky, of the night, of poetry, of blankets that cannot hold human breath. Broken from the poem are the looks. It is looking deep into the heart of the rock to see that the stone is not ignorant when it comes to storing sadness that does not speak; look deeply into the sky to see the verses following the wings of a bird flying away; look deep into the night to see loneliness; Look deeply into life to see where love is far away. Poetry is the part of the signer who resides in the word, the love that spreads into the rhythm. That love is a wave. The rushing waves, overflowing in the bowels of the rock, reveal a pensive and lonely lyric subject.

Dinh Tram Ca was famous before 1975 with the song “Ruling the old love”: “In the past three years, I have become a young woman/Sit down to lull me to forget my sad fate…”. “Ru concubine old love” was composed by Dinh Tram Ca in 1967, but it was not until 3 years later, 1970, that the new song was popularized through Le Thu’s singing. This is also considered the debut composition of Dinh Tram Ca. The author of “Ru concubine’s ex” was born with the name Mac Phu: “I don’t know what the meaning of this name is, my father gave it to me”, Dinh Tram Ca said. The stage name “Dinh Tram Ca” was given by him, “Ding” is his mother’s last name, but he changed “i” to “y” so that “the paternal side doesn’t think of me as matriarchal”, he explained. And “Tram Ca” is just “taking and playing”. Musician and poet from Quang was born in a rather special family: “My parents are illiterate. He only knew a little bit of Chinese characters, insignificant, not of any kind of literature. My mother is illiterate, but she knows how to sing and can set the lyrics herself, in the past it was called ant at singing (composed on the spot). My father sings well too.” Maybe because of her mother’s “gene” influence, Dinh Tram Ca did not struggle to compose. Like the song “Flying away the drizzle” that many people think he popularizes other people’s poetry. But not: “I am a few years younger than Mr. Pham Cong Thien. At that time, Pham Cong Thien was brilliant in the South. I also adore him. I see him writing an essay or something called “Flying away the drizzle”. I like the title, very strange, very cute. When I read the title, I immediately sang the chorus,” recalled Dinh Tram Ca. However, after completing the chorus, he left it because he didn’t know what to write it for? On the day of liberation, Dinh Tram Ca completed “Flying away the drizzling rain”: “Fly away, fly away the drops on the souls of the people who always remember / A sad past / About wandering in the middle of the drizzle / A past with rain is our tears / Let’s fly away the rain dust on the lonely soul…”. Wandering around the East and West, making a living by all kinds of occupations Dinh Tram Ca used to work as a farmer for 6 years. Called being a “farmer” for luxury, he actually had to sing human excrement: “I have to escape my hometown. There, I couldn’t stand it, people were all sore. But escaping to the South is not easy. At that time, it was difficult to buy a bus ticket, it was impossible to go without a referral. But I have a grandson who makes fake tickets,” the musician recounts the painful memory. Arriving in the capital, Dinh Tram Ca had only a little change left: “I’m at the bus station, working as a porter, I don’t know how many more years. Then I left again, every time I heard someone I knew somewhere, I went to look for them to save me…”. Just like that, Dinh Tram Ca drifted from the East to the West, earning a living by all kinds of hard jobs. More than 20 years have passed! After that, Dinh Tram Ca returned to Ho Chi Minh City and gave birth to “Country River”. “There is a river flowing in my memory / My village is on the side of the landslide, your village is on the flood side…”. Many people are curious where is the “river flowing in memory” where is Dinh Tram Ca? Please don’t go looking. “I wrote ‘Country River’ just in the morning. This song is not composed, but the Southern sound is already available”, Dinh Tram Ca said about the “spiritual child” loved by many people. “Countryside River” was not born by a sudden inspiration but a form of writing on demand: “A person who knew my name before 75, during a drink or coffee, he asked me to be the editor. practice for him, compose a program for him. Because he has a nephew abroad who wants to make a music video. I just asked: How do you have money? He replied: Yes. So I nodded, being “hungry”. Next, I asked him, what kind of music would you like to choose, he wanted to make the theme of his homeland, the Southern sound. I chose some other people’s songs into a program called “Country River” and started writing the theme song”, Dinh Tram Ca shared the circumstances of the song’s birth. The author of “Country River” has many compositions for himself, but there are also many songs written on demand, like “River of the countryside”. Life in a rice bra sometimes becomes an excuse for composing. One of the famous bolero songs “Back to the sim hill”, was born like that: “I write to make money. At that time, the bolero was in vogue. The labels needed the song, so I wrote “Back to the sim hill”. I asked: “Going back to sim hill” will bring you big royalties? Dinh Tram Ca laughed: “It’s not that high, I also wrote 5, 10 dong”. Even “Ru the old love” did not bring Dinh Tram Ca significant revenue. It is said that Lam Phuong can buy a villa in Saigon with “Sad City”, mentioning that to Dinh Tram Ca, he laughed: “They are seniors. Professional composers in Saigon. As for me in a small town, I’m a country boy in the countryside. I’m not a pro, just a player.” By the way, Dinh Tram Ca also corrected that he was not a literature teacher: “Although many people call me teacher. I do teach but teach people. Then he was invited by the school to teach for a few years. I didn’t graduate from pedagogy to teach, so I don’t recognize myself as a teacher.” So, who is Dinh Tram Ca, I asked. “Until now I don’t know who I am,” he replied. And he read me a poem he wrote when he was 20 years old, “Portrait of me”, ending with two sentences: “Sorrow dangling from my back/O strange beast that was never me”. I don’t know if the poetry was absorbed into Dinh Tram Ca’s life or the arduous life made Dinh Tram Ca’s poetry and music heavy? The song I like, the audience doesn’t know It is often said: Dinh Tram Ca is a student of the author of the first Vietnamese bolero song. Dinh Tram Ca confirmed: He studied with the author “Sunshine” for more than 2 years, less than 3 years. However, musician Le Trong Nguyen’s impression was not deep on Dinh Tram Ca’s musical journey: “When I went to high school, I studied with him. Of course, every teacher favors gifted students. I studied music theory, notation with him, in general it was not significant. Who really taught music to Dinh Tram Ca? “My younger friends taught me music,” he said. At that time, there were very artistic families. Sisters and brothers know the piano. Since I was a child, I have loved the piano. Seeing my friends playing, I asked them to teach me. I played the mandolin, because it was difficult to find a guitar back then.” When he was a child, Dinh Tram sang very well, so young artists often asked Dinh Tram to sing for them to play. The musician revealed: “Those young people are excellent players.” Dinh Tram Ca used to hold the “head” of the school’s arts department, so many girls fell in love. Being the head of the art department is very “cool”: “If I let anyone sing, I can sing. I said the string broke and the principal had to buy it for me. I practiced singing, he gave me money to eat and drink,” remembers the old days Dinh Tram Ca was happy and excited. musician Dinh Tram Ca If “Ru con con of an old love” was a famous song by Dinh Tram Ca before 75, then the poetry collection “Night Eyes”, published in 69 by Dinh Tram Ca was highly appreciated at that time. Are you more predisposed to poetry or to music? I asked Dinh Tram Ca. He immediately refused: “No, I do not claim to be a poet. I also don’t claim to be a musician. They call it that, I don’t argue.” The two songs that are loved by the audience, “Ru con con of old love”, “Song of the countryside” are not the two favorite songs of their father. “The song I like, the audience won’t know, because it’s not popular,” he said. Dinh Tram Ca’s musical fortune is not huge, according to the author, only about a hundred songs: “By the year 75, my manuscripts and prints were completely confiscated. I don’t bother to write again.” Is there a song you want to find again now? I asked again. The musician replied, “No. No need either. It’s fine to write it out curiously, but why write it down?”, he laughed. In 2000, Dinh Tram Ca stopped composing in both music and poetry: “Because health is just one thing”, he mused. Poetry and music used to be “lovers” that made Dinh Tram Ca passionate, but one day he “cut off” both. Is it because of financial problems, both “lovers” do not help him live well? “Those things should not be said, people will say that they are arrogant or guilty,” he did not want to dig into the reasons why he stopped composing. Referring to Dinh Tram Ca’s poetry, it is impossible not to mention “Phuong Nam’s drifting song of the hyacinth cluster”. This is also the “song” Dinh Tram Ca is very pleased with: “Going / As if drifting / We go to the South / To the side of the Gypsy swallows calling for spring to chirping / Towards the fast flowing alluvial red rivers / We meet more clusters of water hyacinth / Drift / Drift / Drift / And drift… / We are gradually moving away from the old wharf / For decades, the wind remembers blowing the sky / Still want to bring joy to the mother river / Even though we can only bloom pale purple flowers” . Many people think that the verse: “I, the water hyacinth both float and bloom”, is the verse the author wants to talk about his floating life. But, that’s a misinterpretation: “That sentence is a bit arrogant, so it won’t hurt. In the past, I wrote: “My life is like a moss of sin”, in “Ru the old love”. The moss is submerged under the water. The water hyacinth floats on top, riding the waves, riding the wind proudly,” explained Dinh Tram Ca. Dinh Tram Ca’s health has been declining for the past 5, 6 years. The person who “walks like a drift” now can only hang around the house, eyes can no longer see… The most comforting thing for Dinh Tram Ca is that he has a family with members who love each other wholeheartedly. Dinh Tram Ca’s wife is Ma Thu Giang, named in some of his songs, such as “Back to Sim Hill”. Perhaps this is Dinh Tram Ca’s way of expressing his love and admiration for the woman who spends her life for her husband and children: “My wife is in the countryside. Her hometown was in Hau Giang and now it’s Soc Trang.” The author of “Country River” has two children, a boy and a girl. Dinh Tram Ca’s son also loves poetry and music, and is a student of musician Tuan Khanh “Repaying the debt of love from afar”. Quantity has no meaning in composition Compared to music, Dinh Tram Ca’s poetic heritage is more abundant. But for him, quantity has no meaning in composing: “You write poetry without a verse, a poem for people to memorize is thrown away. Making music without a song for people to sing is thrown away. ‘, the author’s point of view. In addition to poetry and music, Dinh Tram Ca also paints paintings. Did heaven favor him so much that his life must be miserable? Dinh Tram Ca denied: “I don’t dare. Until now. Now I know that I can’t do anything. This life is not mine.” What does Dinh Tram Ca want at the end of his life? “I don’t want anything,” he replied. , I just wish the “drizzle” would fly away in him like the lyrics he wrote: “Fly away the drizzle/Fly away the sorrows…”. Dinh Tram Ca’s family and singer Le Thu

Meituan is China’s largest food delivery app. (Photo: QZ) A big storm hit after Meituan founder and CEO Wang Xing posted a poem from the Tang Dynasty on social media last week. The article on the Fanfou website has since been deleted, but Meituan confirmed it contains the poem “The Book Burning Pit” by author Zhang Jie written more than 1,100 years ago to satirize Qin Shi Huang. According to historical records, Qin Shi Huang quelled dissent in the country by digging huge holes, burning books not approved by the government, and burying scholars to prevent people from condemning him. Some comments on social media suggested that Wang may have posted the poem to implicitly criticize the Chinese government, which is holding back the country’s largest technology firms. Others compared the post to Alibaba founder Jack Ma’s speech last year, when he smacked China’s central banks and financial regulators for using outdated methods. Jack Ma’s speech seems to have angered the authorities. Ant Group’s historic IPO was also suspended at the last minute. Meituan and many other “big players” such as Alibaba and Tencent have been fined or investigated and monitored for several months now for violating monopoly or affecting consumer rights. The poem, which is more than 1,100 years old, further reveals the predicament that awaits companies like Meituan. Meituan stock fell 13% from May 6 to May 11, wiping out nearly $30 billion in market capitalization. Currently, the stock recovered slightly, gaining 2.5% at the close of the session on May 12. CEO Wang later posted an explanation, saying that the poem was about Meituan’s competitors. “The Qin Dynasty was afraid of scholars, but Liu Bang and Xiang Yu – the people who overthrew the Qin Dynasty – were not educated. That reminds me that the most dangerous enemies are not the people expected. Alibaba focused on JD.com and then Pinduoduo surpassed in terms of users. Similarly, Ele.me is seen as Meituan’s biggest competitor, but what really shocks the entire industry might be a certain business, business model that hasn’t caught our eye yet.” In April, Meituan and dozens of other companies were warned when Alibaba received a record $2.8 billion fine. Chinese authorities said Alibaba was fined for behaving like a monopolist. They also tell businesses that if they don’t address monopolistic behavior, they will be similarly punished. Later, China’s State Market Regulation Authority opened an antitrust investigation against Meituan for “exclusive trading arrangements”. The company was summoned by many agencies, including the Shanghai authorities, about the interests of customers. According to analysts Fitch Ratings, regulatory risks with China’s internet sector tend to escalate. The agency has not ruled out any fines with other companies after what happened to Alibaba. One netizen commented: “The poem is very suggestive. Wang Xing posted it at a critical period of the Big Tech crackdown. This is clearly inappropriate action. Wang may mean his rivals, but investors don’t think so. This is a very sensitive moment.” Du Lam (According to CNN)

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.

Ho Chi Minh City greeted me with sudden showers at sunset, rain came quickly and ended quickly, not as rains in the North. I miss Dam Sen and Suoi Tien with many beautiful scenes; Remember that Water Park brings a feeling of strong, scared, but assured right away because of the cute rescuers. Remember at 2 o’clock in the morning going to eat late, still the shop is open, remember to knock at the alley near the hotel, forget the way to go home deliciously. I thought to myself, I will definitely come back and stay longer to experience, but life is not what I wanted … The second time back to Ho Chi Minh City after more than 20 years of separation, now I am a quite special passenger on the flight. The plane landed, I was picked up by an elevator for the disabled. The ground attendant at Tan Son Nhat attentively served me even though I had a companion. When I left the airport, I received a lovely greeting “Have a nice visit to Ho Chi Minh City” with a smile that made me forget the fatigue during the long, warm flight with sincerity. “A good start to the” strange land “days – I thought to myself. This time, Ho Chi Minh City greeted me with the bright sunlight and met the smiling eyes of the students who came out to welcome me, although we have only met more than 20 years. Many stories, many student memories flooded back. You blame me for having an accident without reporting, blaming me all the time and closing a sentence that makes me cry: “You are as stubborn as before, I love you so much, really …”. You are still the same, frankly but honest. I laughed all the time, watching the streets, 20 years, so many changes. Coming to Ho Chi Minh City, I miss the old noodle bowl, the car that sells the noodles knocked in the alley. I visit a street noodle shop, the owner is a man in his 50s. Like many other guests, I ordered my own bowl of noodles. Maybe it was because I was in a wheelchair when I entered the restaurant, but he kindly came over to ask “Can you eat spicy kisses?” Then he waved to the child: “Oh, bring me a small tray to put the bowl on.” It’s just such a small concern that I’m so warm. His gentle smile made me no longer have distance, I am happy because of his sincerity and sophistication. I thanked him, he waved his hand: “It’s okay, you live with people together.” This country is so cute. Our group of friends made an appointment at Con Rua Lake to review old memories. Everyone with two hairstyles and laughs like when they were in college. My friend – a director of a company but no pants is a turn, he shorts T-shirt to drive a motorbike. Ordering rice paper and sipping with old friends, I poked it: “The owner is still like when he was short of food, lack of money for rent.” Laughing loudly, it said: “Ui now, I’m still the same as before, still the guy who likes to shop on the sidewalk, likes to eat steamed rice filled with the gravy of Mrs. Lan, the shop next to the school.” It’s a lavish city, but I still feel the rustic, sincere features through my friends. What reminds me of HCMC on this trip was a “fragrant” way back to the hotel. Having been warned “be careful not to be slashed by a taxi” so I keep an eye on the clock when getting on the bus. He got out of the car with a sunburnt-colored taxi driver, and with a bright smile he got off the bus when he saw that the “special” passenger was me. Ho Con Rua, where the young people of Ho Chi Minh City often come to play and chat. Photo: HOANG Trieu – Can you get in the car by yourself or do you need my help? A friendly gesture, a gentle but caring question that made me happy and did not feel different, I once again thought to myself how cute HCMC people are. – How far is it from here to the hotel? – Just going a little, now going to be stuck in traffic, but I’m assured, Tan Ky Tan Quy street is not as jam-packed as in Truong Chinh. A moment past some snakehead fish grilled, he opened the door for you to “enjoy”. He said and smiled. It is exactly as he said, the smell of snakehead fish fragrant the whole neighborhood, just listening to the scent is already attractive. He continued: – In the traffic jam, I have to sit for a long time and hear the smell of grilled fish, are you hungry? If you are hungry, take a bag of cakes that you leave behind to eat, there is a bottle of mineral water too, feel free to relax. All the way, he chatted happily, as if I forgot the crowded traffic jam outside. Arriving at the hotel, the taxi fare was more than a hundred thousand, surprising me. Who says the HCMC taxi “slashes”, who says to “be careful” with the city taxi. Enthusiastic, friendly, I secretly thank you. Ho Chi Minh City people also touched me when I went to dinner, struggling with high sidewalk steps but could not roll the car, 4 people sitting and drinking coffee along the road rushed to help. How so loving and touching. I thought of the old-noodle uncle’s saying: “It’s okay, let’s live with everyone else”, not only looks at each other, but also loves each other a lot. Ho Chi Minh City changed a lot, I was overwhelmed by the Landmark 81 building, Bitexco tower; I admire the Notre Dame Cathedral, the Post Office, enjoy when passing Thu Thiem tunnel, taking the train on the Saigon River. But even though Ho Chi Minh City has changed, the love of people is still the same. In Ho Chi Minh City not many days, but I received so many love, just that only makes me love this city and want to come back many more times. These unforgettable feelings make me far away from Ho Chi Minh City and I feel nostalgic and miss me.

“Job selection” is probably the most correct way of saying for literary circles. Nghiem Huyen Vu graduated from the University of General Physics in the Soviet Union (formerly) in 1973, but a future physicist has taken a turn, choosing to step on the path of poetry. That same year he entered the military life, served nine years, then moved on to publishing, journalism and journalism management – publishing until his retirement. He has printed more than 10 books, including six volumes of poetry, the rest are translated poetry, essays, dissertations, short stories … His poetry has meticulously refined observations, and words have been refined. Many seemingly normal details were blown into his poetic soul, becoming sparkling. He saw the “lotus heel” from “distant memory” in the woman carrying the water; realizing the “first little separation” when taking the child into grade 1 and seeing the girl’s “wind full of humble clothes” in the early spring …, then generalizing it into a concept, philosophy live by yourself. Reading him, we are persuaded by emotional poetic soul, loving people, “on the side of tears”. Nghiem Huyen Vu is a member of the Association of Vietnamese Writers, a native of Duc Tho (Ha Tinh), and currently lives and writes in Hanoi. Huu Viet poet chooses and introduces Autumn hair Thu seemed to have about his dry and thirsty heart early breeze West Lake dew willow invite green remote There was a time when I had long hair wind farming Grazing dreams on each microfiber I go through a brilliant autumn My hair is fading my dreams are yellow And the autumn comes back the same wind I heard my heart melt in the morning hair fall … The woman goes to get the water The woman goes to get the water shoulder blade deflection Chest is heavy shake with the footsteps the woman thinks about the fire hot water red charcoal dinner lamp rough man’s face austere Bare feet through fire through the mud lotus heel distant memory Feet go a thousand times still don’t stop searching the nearest road The woman goes to get the water Loosen the water more pain and love – the river is still flowing The woman goes to get the water all my life Can’t think in time shoulder deflection and speckled feet. Written at Ba Lat’s door It has been many years since I met the Red River Where the river blends into the great sea The place flutters the crimson horizon The waves burst up overwhelmingly before boundless The place where the fairy tale begins Alluvial seeds turn into deltas Bare children dancing in waves As if hatching from Au Co egg wrap Surprisingly golden ripe rice apricot Right by the waves in the sea ring New thatched roofs birds find Land revived in the acrid salinity of human life Where the river meets the sky Red water across the sixteenth moon Self-love stars are nine stars Golden sand glittering at night The sagging wing swaying forever Ru the great countryside into the Country Flowing through time glorious ruin Pink a sea far away Compensate to hear the past five months Between the earth and water junction My source raindrops fall Going through my life to reach the estuary …

Rice flowers bloom on Nho Que River. Moved by these miracles, Mr. Dang Quoc Khanh – Member of the Party Central Committee, Secretary of the Ha Giang Provincial Party Committee wrote the poem. Love carpentry. Poems like wings for the love of people in the land “legendary mountain forest”, “to remember forever and everlasting”. The author paints a picture of romantic, eternal love and majestic poetic beauty of the scenery here “Together, join the stone maze” , fully conveying the feelings and wishing everyone in all parts of the country will come back to Ha Giang to love and perform. “An appointment with green forest rocky mountain” together “Embroidering the passionate love of carpentry wings”. In tune with the feelings, feelings of love for the land and people of Ha Giang by Mr. Dang Quoc Khanh, musician Manh Chien wrote the poem into a song. Carpentry incense. The music video was shown by singer Vu Thang Loi, introduced as a special gift on the occasion Khau Vai Windy Market Festival 2021. Video: MV “Huong Moc Mien”

The image of rice flowers (carpentry) on the Nho Que river in the MV. Towards major national anniversaries such as 46 years of the Liberation of the South, reunification (April 30, 1975 – April 30, 2021); International Labor 1-5; 67 years of the Dien Bien Phu Victory (May 7, 1954 – May 7, 2021); 131 years of birth of President Ho Chi Minh …, singer Vu Thang Loi released MV “Huong Moc Mien” with many typical beautiful scenes of Ha Giang rocky plateau. The MV tells the story of the love of boys and girls in the rocky highlands, the twin mountains of Quan Ba, Nho Que river and especially the love affair Khau Vai. The music video was composed by musician Manh Chien from the poem “Love carpentry” by comrade Dang Quoc Khanh – Member of the Party Central Committee, Secretary of the Ha Giang Provincial Party Committee. The music video was shown by singer Vu Thang Loi, with unique scenes of the northernmost land of the country such as the rocky plateau, the pink triangular flower plots, the crimson rice flowers on the green Nho Que river Between the high mountains … MV “Huong Moc Mien” will be a special musical work on the occasion of the Khau Vai Weather Market Festival in 2021, will be held by Ha Giang province in Meo Vac district from 6 to 8 -5 (ie 25th to 27th of the 3rd lunar month). The wooden gate and stone fence are very familiar of Ha Giang. The music video was made by director Tran Xuan Chung, with the mixing part using the typical sounds of the Northern mountains such as Khèn Mong, the leaf trumpet … Singer Vu Thang Loi performed the song beside the red blooming carpentry tree next to the Nho Que line. As a singer – soldier of Military Region 2’s Van Doan, Vu Thang Loi said, the beauty of Ha Giang nature, rich cultural life, sincere people, hospitable, the romance of the Flowering season, including spring with mesmerizing flowers next to the Nho Que stream, he shakes him to form “Mien Mai”. Triangular flowers and canola flowers, the characteristics of spring Ha Giang. The MV “Moc Mien Mien” is also how singer Vu Thang Loi and his team of artists accompany Ha Giang province honor the unique cultural values ​​here, contribute to promoting Ha Giang tourism, inviting visitors Come to Ha Giang, discover interesting things, attractive cultural features and majestic natural landscapes.

The land of red wine people

Drink cold hands and miss green tamarinds

Saigon has a sweet sound

I am a native dedicated distiller Land footsteps lost the domain

Remembering the original love is very good

Remember the small sparrow passing the branches

Chirping the blue sky and the kite The land of people in white fog demands love

Looking for sun flaps, I miss many Homeland

Saigon has a lovely reputation

Having fragrant love to share in danger Saigon birds also perched because

Four directions converge love to record good land

Saigon’s footsteps passed quickly

The mark still imprints pure sincerity Saigon does not have a cold, frozen wind

Mother is here waiting for me to come home

Incubate in cold frost four-sided

Gold love the waves miss you about Mom Walking a lot of wandering

Back to embrace the earth, Mother will have a peaceful afternoon

Saigon five fingers knitting

Unresolved love of love has overflowed with love. November 2, 2020 LOVE IS THE POETRY Have you ever known to love

That sweet love poetry

The question is very accidental

But the afternoon is purple Ever asked what love is
Is it an illusion?

The wind blows every time

Cold rain melted love Hallucinations and hallucinations

Illusion or illusion

Where to find a risky roof

Build a dream life Once we were infatuated

Once I forgot

Only one change

Love goes into the past Love is a poem

Love is the musical note

I write in accident

My soul is lost. 27/04/21

On April 23, Selena Gomez (SN 1992, an American female singer, songwriter, actress and producer) surprised when she shared on the cosmetic brand Rare Beauty’s personal page a photo of “sefie” “Show off her bare face and her newly dyed platinum hair Until April 28, fans will have the opportunity to have a close-up look at “visual” and her new hair color As can be seen, the light-colored hair has raised Selena’s beauty to a new level In addition, the platinum hair color also helps the female artist to renew her image after years of loyalty to dark brown hair. Before that on March 18, Billie Eilish (SN 2001, an American female singer and songwriter) caused a “fever” when she gave up her famous blue-black hair to replace it with platinum yellow. The photo showing Billie Eilish’s new hair on his personal page quickly set a series of records such as: The photo with the fastest 1 million likes on Instagram (6 minutes), the photo with the fastest 10 million likes, the top 6 photos with many likes. most in Instagram history While the “fans” are crazy about Billie Eilish’s new hair color, in TikTok, she posted a video revealing a “shocking” truth that the blue-black hair has turned out to be … a wig for a long time. The female singer has been with a blue-black hairstyle for about a year, but she started changing to wearing a wig for two months. The goal is to keep my real hair healthy and beautiful Fans can see Billie Eilish’s new hair color in upcoming music productions IU (a Korean female singer, songwriter and actress) is often loyal to feminine black hair. But every “comeback”, a beauty born in 1993 is not afraid to renew her image by dyeing her floating hair colors As in the “show” show “Love, Poem” in November 2019, IU surprised her with new trendy purple hair. Possessing a dead-angle face, especially white skin, IU can easily “tame” the smoky purple hair color, which is quite picky. Fans commented that IU is beautiful like a fairy in dreamy purple hair Purple hair has not stopped “hot”, IU has made “fans” fall in love with her when she changes to blue hair with smoke. “Change wind” with fancy blue hair, IU makes everyone admire because she is so beautiful It can be seen that, with 2 new hair colors, IU not only “transforms” the musical performance style, but also raises the beauty of the female singer to a new height.

I suddenly think about Luxembourg in autumn, and yellow leaves fall on the shoulder of a stone statue. Do not know when touching the cold bare shoulders leaves shiver! On this side, the longan flowers are sweet and fragrant. I will send you a little flower dot so you don’t forget the sweet season is waiting. The blooming flower spot from the dream, opened her lips and drank a drop of the tropical sun. You know, the sun in our country keeps shining like honey, so the flower is drunk … May wind still blew through the canopy of trees, blowing through her lap, blowing thin clothes. Halfway through the letter suddenly filled with sunlight, so halfway … I don’t know what to write … Well, send me a dot of flowers still asleep on your shoulder, like a little sun dot. I remember waking up the flower with a warm kiss. Flowers will sing you will hear the singing of your heart … Comments One can call Send you is prose, can also be called lyrical prose. But, rather, it is a poem, because poetry is the atmosphere that envelops the love, nostalgia, and expectation of a woman. A gentle letter like a sleeping flower bud. Poetry incubated intoxicating flowers from the country. Waiting for him sweet fruit season gradually stretched in thin shirt. The wind may bring him nostalgia on this side. The repetition of the structure of the verse creates the rhythm. The melodious rhythm together with the expressive poems, beautiful and pure images like the heart of a girl in love make the poem’s poetry. Therefore, even though writing in the prose form, we still feel the full concept of poetry that the author wants to convey.

But lotus has not come yet Outside the door frame A heavenly sky with March. *** Single pomegranate blooms hastily in front of the porch A red dot like just ripe love Who knit Lady Bang’s shirt For winter to be paused Just a little Sweet enough to be cold. *** My mother sat and prayed for the pond How familiar it sounded so loud I love past March days ago Thin tuber potato slices of cassava instead of rice. *** My sister now dressed better Sparkling eyes, radiant smile You are not like the old buffalo cutting grass The first is a muddy foot in the afternoon sun. *** Mother happy excess white rice in March Girls’ rice is fragrant Mom made the cake float Mom makes a cake Respectfully dedicate to the ancestors. *** The older the name can not be called Raised sails young boys Even if you go in all directions I still want to be like a childhood Back home with mom Sweeping into the kitchen smoke in March. Comment by Dr. Nguyen Thanh Tam Nguyen Thi Dao Tinh’s poem is entwined and close as a familiar memory from May in her mother’s house. March reminds me of the grief. Love is just ripe, a little cold sweet, the child’s eyes sparkle, the scent of rice, the more girls and the old ones raise their children … a moment of coming back to play with in the last season outside the door frame. The young man sails will go away, but perhaps in the tension of the new wind, the old loves still ceaselessly comforting, nurturing, the Four poems formed in the moment we realize a nostalgia in the spring and summer sky. tenderness. March song beckoning me back.

They called the boys “Pop Icons” and praised BTS for their positive influence around the world. BTS officially becomes the latest brand ambassador of Louis Vuitton. Louis Vuitton’s account wrote: “World-famous pop icons BTS are recognized for their inspirational messages that bring positive effects. Louis Vuitton is delighted to welcome members RM, Jin, SUGA, J-hope, Jimin, V and Jung Kook. Responding to the winged words given to them by fashion brand Louis Vuitton, BTS wrote: “Becoming the global ambassador of Louis Vuitton is a meaningful moment for BTS, we look forward to attending Group judgment with Virgil Abloh. ” (Virgil Abloh is LV’s men’s fashion segment manager). This is also considered the first global luxury fashion deal of BTS, in addition to partnerships with leading companies in the world such as Samsung and McDonald’s. ARMY can now look forward to Louis Vuitton’s upcoming global projects and campaigns with BTS. However, this is not the first time BTS has collaborated with Louis Vuitton. When attending the 63rd GRAMMY Awards earlier this year, 7 members of the group wore Louis Vuitton outfits. Last year, the Louis Vuitton brand also shared on Instagram Stories a picture of BTS group members wearing their outfits during the “Dynamite” press conference. Louis Vuitton also personally invited BTS to their Southeast fashion show by sending the 7 boys extremely special gifts.

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 …

“When the sky becomes low, the eagle’s flight does not have enough height…” In 2020, the new crown epidemic has brought shocks and changes that everyone can feel to the world. Facing the tremendous changes in the real world, the poet Ji Di Majia concentrated on completing a long poem of more than 500 lines, “The Splitting Planet”. In this poem, Ji Di Majia once again exerted his ability to control long poems, using his keen observation and profound thinking of the world reality.

Because of his outstanding performance in thought and art, on the morning of April 16th, at the “China Lizhuang·October Literary Award” award ceremony, “Split Planet” was awarded the 17th (2020) October Literary Award Special award. The award ceremony read: “The Split Planet” is about human beings, the planet we live on, and the unknown destiny of Huang Zhong Dalu. It uses the global virus epidemic as the basis, visions the past and the present, and deeply tortures mankind. The many crises of its own destiny, its existence and development, and a thought-provoking question and answer. “Splitting Planet” is a poem of sad thoughts, a poem of self-soul, and a poem of warning from oracles. It brings ancient peoples The fusion of epics and myths with magma-like passion has brought a brand new scene to Chinese poetry in the new century.”

Standing on the podium, Ji Di Majia briefly reviewed the time background and original intention of his writing and reading this poem, “Although mankind will encounter various disasters, I believe that through love and confidence, the destiny of mankind will definitely change. It’s better.”

In “Cracked Planet”, we can see that the poet’s sight scanning is so vast: from the Euphrates and Ganges, to the Mississippi and the Yellow River, from the Arabian desert to the blue Mediterranean. We can see that the poet’s spiritual world is so broad: war and peace, politics and philosophy, religion and civilization, rights and freedom. We can see that the poet’s deep affection for the natural world, the image of leopards, tigers, migratory birds, orangutans, etc., flashes more and more. Words such as sky, fire and ocean appear frequently. Benjamin, Zweig, Adorno, the faces of wise cultural philosophers in history, emerge one by one in the entire poem. More importantly, this poem allows us to see a mature and outstanding poet who has made his own positive response to his own time through artistic methods and works. The cover news reporter interviewed Ji Di Majia. Around this long poem, the poet talked about his own creative mind, the formation of the poetry style, the relationship between art and the times, etc., and talked freely about his own views and opinions.

It is difficult to write such a long poem and keep it in a good state throughout. Speaking of the experience and experience of writing long poems, Ji Di Majia mentioned in an interview with a cover news reporter, “The difficulty in writing long poems with modern meaning is not how to write long poems. It is how to maintain the inner aura of poems. Luck is not interrupted. Of course, the structure of a long poem is important at all times. But despite this, the core of its structure is what I call “Qi Luck”, which will run through and cannot be interrupted at will, otherwise the long poem It will become a composite of countless short poems. I think the biggest challenge in writing any long poem is not how to write it, but how to keep this kind of “qi luck” always in a strong state. Of course, this state and Rhythm does not always stay on one frequency, it fluctuates up and down, sometimes even peaceful and quiet.”

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During the move, Ki Hun and Seobok are chased by a group of agents and Seoin, the company behind the cloning project, uses it as a tool to help humanity become immortal and dominate the world.

The journey of Ki Hun and Seobok is not only a bloody chase and gunfight film as expected, but also a film that brings many philosophies about human fear, death and immortality.

The film constantly raises questions about the finite life and death faced by each human being, but a human copy does not.

Ki Hun is pained to have lived through a life full of guilt after betraying his co-worker a few years ago. However, he admits that he doesn’t want to end his life here and finds a glimmer of hope that his fatal illness can be cured with Seobok.

Seobok, a boy trapped in an immortal life, asks Ki Hun if his whole life is painful and how fearful of death he feels. While he only hopes he will be meaningful and cherished in his immortal life.

From this moment, Seobok Not merely a typical sci-fi film, but it also raises questions about people’s attitudes toward fears of death and a desire for immortality.

Although the drama is enveloped in a heavy and somber atmosphere, Gong Yoo and Park Bo Gum’s excellent chemistry through his comical lines and expressions has become a highlight of movie.

Besides, the gun fighting scenes and chasing scenes are also attractive points to help Seobok – The human clone is one of the most anticipated and worth watching movies this April.

Movie Seobok – The human clone opening in theaters nationwide from April 15, 2021.

Although only appearing briefly in recent episodes, but the owner of the cafe where Tri works (played by artist Tien Minh) makes the audience excited. In particular, the way of calling “himself” to “over there” of this character is causing fever on social networks.

Tien Minh had a conversation with VTC News about the role as well as the song in the movie.

Meritorious Artist Tien Minh plays the boss of a cafe in “Sunflower against the sun”.

– The character of the cafe owner in the movie “Sunflower against the Sun” only appeared in a few short scenes, didn’t even have a name, but the audience loved it very much. Does this surprise you?

This character really does not follow any pattern in society at all. It is a character that seems innocuous, naturally appearing in the movie, does not play any special role, so it is very difficult to choose a way that makes the audience remember it.

At first when I got to the studio, I just thought to call the other characters in the movie normally, “you – you” or “I – you”, or even “you – me”. However, I think for a character of this “capitalized moon loan” type, it would not be okay to use normal pronouns. So instead of confessing me, calling him, I switched to using the word “self” and called the opposite person “over there”. For example, when talking with Tri, this character will speak: “Usually, guys who look handsome and have no dignity. Give yourself a sincere and earnest reason, let yourself take this slightly wrong looking handsome guy to work. “. I did not expect this form of address to interest some in the audience.

The character of the cafe owner at first only appeared in a few scenes, but it seems that after the film aired, seeing the effects of the audience well, the director asked the writer to add land to act for this character. Looks like he even appeared to the last episode of Sunflowers against the sun. The movie is in the process of filming so I don’t know very well.

VidWaist: Acting by artist Tien Minh in the movie “Sunflower against the sun”

– Not only amusing, this address also makes many people use it to joke around on social networks as a trend.

When accepting any role, I also try to show my best, most fully in my ability. However, whether or not a character is well received by the audience is not entirely dependent on the will of the actor.

If the character is liked, the actor is praised of course. But if the character is hated unfortunately, people will consider the actors’ creativity ludicrous.

I am lucky Sunflowers against the sun Being loved by the audience, the character lines are all clear and diverse, so my role as owner of the shop is very small, but everyone’s sympathy.

– Are you too humble?

No, I’m not humble. I am very proud (laugh).

I say happily, in the performance field, an actor’s success depends on many factors. Talent is a must, but that’s not enough, there must be timing, co-stars, and effects of the whole movie. It is like writing music. A good song is not enough, but it also depends on the singer, on the mix and even the time of release …

Meritorious Artist Tien Minh often takes on the role of Thien Loi in the programs “Meet at the end of the year”.

– Talking to writing music, the audience remembered, he was the one who wrote the music for the title song of the movie “Sunflower against the Sun” and especially the song “What is going badly” appeared in episode 52, when the character Phuc recalled his time with Chau. The song is being loved by a lot of audiences.

I write Sweet unfinished after being invited to play the role of the owner of a cafe. At that time, I suddenly felt like it. I see only songs Love is like that Not enough, a song is needed to connect the characters’ emotional circuits. So I write, first of all to satisfy my own feelings. After that, I showed it to the director. You feel good and put it in the movie.

Lyrics Sweet unfinished was inspired by a poem I accidentally read online. Sorry, I couldn’t find the author of this poem. I have a post on my personal page, asking my friends and fans to find out if I know who this poem is for me to contact for permission but no one knows.

Through this interview, I earnestly hope to be able to find the author of the above poem. I would like to contact you directly to thank you and apologize. I apologize for using their quartet before asking permission and thank them for their great work that inspired me to set the music. After that, I will follow the full copyright procedures.

– He has a rough appearance but is the author of many romantic and romantic songs such as “Sunstreaks at the end of the sky”, “Come here, rain”, “Only love left” and especially ” Where love begins”.

Many people say that I have a face that has nothing to do with the songs I write.

Meritorious Artist Tien Minh

Many people say that I have a face that has nothing to do with the songs I write. Well, people judge then we have to “pity” to accept it, but know how to do it (laugh). The tenderness, tenderness, and romance in the above songs is probably my true nature inside of that rough appearance.

– Do you often show your “inner nature” outward?

Showing off is terrible. If I show it off like this, I would die. The other person who heard me talk got goosebumps and died (laugh).

Meritorious Artist Tien Minh.

– Write love songs, are you an enthralling person?

I am an extremely lustful person. I feel a good deal. It is like a stimulant, making every cell in us work. Thanks to love, it’s boring, it’s ok to have it, not it’s okay or as a habit like eating three meals is very boring.

– But there are also opinions that, people who love a lot will be disadvantaged.

Not at all. In love, the one who does not love is the one who suffers, because without love, you have to keep trying, have to show love, is it miserable? A lot of lover is satisfied with all of his senses and emotions, even when he is not reciprocated. I think that is a happy man.

– When you say this, I think you are one of the types of optimism, the other is never suffering from love.

What’s so “serious”. Well, can you just classify me as optimistic in suffering (laugh out loud). I always struggled for love. To me, the time of no love is the most boring and boring time.

Video: Bui Anh Tuan fevered The Voice with the song “Where love begins”

– His song “Where Love Begins” was sung by many famous artists. Who do you think expresses your feelings the most when you write this song?

I think that person is me, only I know the audience will not have the same thought so I don’t sing (laugh).

I said that happily, but the person I feel the most like is Bui Anh Tuan. This guy has a good voice, good taste, and is very enjoyable to work together. Many of the songs I write are for Tuan and Tuan who are probably the most in tune with me.

Even the song Sweet unfinished I also want Tuan to show. However, at the right time the crew made the film Sunflowers against the sun If needed, Tuan was sick, so he could not record.

Tuan has also sent me some demo of this song, but I am not really satisfied. We are far from each other, so the exchange is a bit difficult. Soon, however, we will release a complete recording of this song. At that time, I hope to be accepted by the audience.