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					<description><![CDATA[Xuan Hai beach is like a beautiful girl who has been awakened and awakened. For 12 km, Xuan Hai coastline is carefully shod with long sloping sand and casuarina forests receding inland. Author (right photo) by Xuan Hai beach biển The road from Nghen to Xuan Hai beach, Thach Bang commune, Loc Ha is now [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Xuan Hai beach is like a beautiful girl who has been awakened and awakened. For 12 km, Xuan Hai coastline is carefully shod with long sloping sand and casuarina forests receding inland.</strong><br />
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<p> <em> Author (right photo) by Xuan Hai beach biển</em> The road from Nghen to Xuan Hai beach, Thach Bang commune, Loc Ha is now closer, less than 15km. The road has just been upgraded, the car runs smoothly. It is true that traffic always takes on a mission.”<em> one step ahead</em> &#8220;. Without investing in traffic first, all potentials are &#8220;<em> sleep</em> &#8220;. Loc Ha is a new district, established in 2007, merged by 7 communes of Can Loc district and 6 communes of Thach Ha district. Although it is a coastal district, Loc Ha enjoys the richness of natural conditions, full of features including hills, plains and the sea. Xuan Hai Beach is really “<em> presents</em> &#8220;Nature&#8217;s gift. Xuan Hai beach is like a beautiful girl who has been awakened and awakened. For 12 km, Xuan Hai coastline is carefully shod with long sloping sand and casuarina forests receding inland. Thach Bang beach is rated as one of six beautiful, clean and flat beaches in Ha Tinh. Blue sea water, moderate salinity, no whirlpools or dangerous currents. The capital is located quite far from the residential area, so the sea is clean and still has a wild character. South of Xuan Hai beach is Bang mountain (local people call it Rong Bong) leaning out to the sea. Bang Son, or ru Bong &#8211; a mountain range emerging in the middle of the coastal plain of Loc Ha, is a mysterious mountain range associated with many legends handed down for generations about Khe Huong, Khe Bau, Ong Rock, Mu Stone, etc. Spoon stone, Drum stone&#8230; is the burial place of Duke Nguyen Huu Chinh&#8217;s ancestors. Prominent in the middle of Bang Son mountain is the relic of Kim Dung pagoda. The pagoda was built during the Tran dynasty. Legend has it that under the Tran dynasty, Hung Dao Vuong traveled to the South to see the beautiful scenery, so he stopped the boat to admire the scenery, drink wine and play chess. The North is in the hottest days. Ha Tinh is one of the &#8220;hearts of heat&#8221;. There is no one who does not wish to be on the beach these days. Many localities are straining against the Covid-19 epidemic, Ha Tinh is safe but not subjective. On the way down to Xuan Hai beach, I saw many groups of young people going out without wearing masks and being stopped and handled by the functional forces. Being present at Xuan Hai beach on these days can see the number of tourists flocking more and more. In the afternoon, the beach is lively and bustling. The sun goes down, dozing on the casuarina top. Twilight covered the sandy shore, painting the sea a strange blue color. The peaceful green thing, erases a sunny, hard day. With the excellent teacher Vo Duc Dai and many other brothers from Nghen, I rushed into the sea. Many beautiful girls even wear masks when swimming in the sea. Xuan Hai beach is friendly, opens the water, hugs the children in their arms, caresses, lulls them with wave tunes, vents all their worries and worries into the seabed, to go ashore with a leisurely, carefree mind. Under water, on the shore are crowded. Family, parents, children, friends are residents of Loc Ha, Can Loc down, Ha Tinh city out; Scattered groups of tourists during the Covid season still managed to enter here, rushing into the sea. Young wing men playing volleyball and kicking a ball in the sand. Children playing in the water, jumping on the waves. Laughter filled the whole area. After bathing, you can continue to sit and enjoy the wind; look at the young men and women swaying. Young breasts tell me; voluptuous long legs. Visitors can freely swim and enjoy seafood dishes with the characteristics of Thach Kim estuary, Thinh Loc beach with very stable prices. Especially, they are also invited to eat the famous dish of the Central region, which is no longer a poor dish in the past, but is a known specialty near and far. Sauteed salted eggplant with meat, sea fish stock is also full of homeland flavor. From ancient to modern times, many writers, poets, musicians and painters wrote about the sea. Poetry about the sea, if asked &#8220;<em> Mr. google</em> ”, in just 0.38 seconds will be nearly 48 million results. Many poets give themselves the title &#8220;<em> Poet of the Sea</em> &#8216;, but I still remember the poem&#8217;<em> Sea</em> &#8221; of the &#8220;<em> King of love poems</em> &#8220;Xuan Dieu, poet originally from Trao Nha, Can Loc, Ha Tinh. In front of the sea, people are too small. In front of the sea, people realize that they must connect. Group &#8220;<em> link</em> &#8220;The ideal is probably two people, one male, one female. So, &#8220;<em> space</em> &#8220;The sea is the space of love and affection, the space of craving for love. &#8220;<em> I don&#8217;t deserve to be the blue sea / But I want you to be the white sand</em> , (Sea, poetry Xuan Dieu). &#8230; <em> I would like to make waves</em> <em> Kiss the golden sand forever</em> <em> Kiss so softly, so softly</em> <em> Kissing forever</em> <em> Kissed already, kissed back</em> <em> Until forever</em> <em> To melt the whole world</em> <em> He just stopped being a jerk&#8230;</em> (Sea, Xuan Dieu&#8217;s poetry) This afternoon, standing by Xuan Hai beach (Thach Bang), I read this poem by Xuan Dieu. The poem itself comes to mind, forcing the heart to sing. &#8220;<em> For when the foam is white / And the wind blows everywhere / Like a kiss for a thousand years is not satisfied, / Because I love the shore so much, baby!</em> &#8220;./. <em> Ha Tinh, June 3, 2021</em> <em> New Year&#8217;s Day</em></p>
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		<title>Written in the lower part of the Con River</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Late in the afternoon, standing on Go Boi bridge watching the water of the Con River billowing, feeling strangely buoyant, seeing historical lines flowing layer by layer across the bridge. Years have buried the historic saltwater harbor in this place One afternoon, we stopped at Go Boi (Phuoc Hoa commune, Tuy Phuoc district, Binh Dinh [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Late in the afternoon, standing on Go Boi bridge watching the water of the Con River billowing, feeling strangely buoyant, seeing historical lines flowing layer by layer across the bridge. Years have buried the historic saltwater harbor in this place</strong><br />
<span id="more-22489"></span> One afternoon, we stopped at Go Boi (Phuoc Hoa commune, Tuy Phuoc district, Binh Dinh province) to play. Playing is just an excuse to watch the clouds and the sky, remembering vaguely&#8230;</p>
<p> <strong> Sink over time</strong> Go Boi, a famous harbor, a bustling fishing village more than 400 years ago. This is the place where in the novel series &#8220;Con River in the flood season&#8221;, writer Nguyen Mong Giac describes it as an important saltwater harbor, an important focal point of communication with Dang Trong &#8211; Dang Ngoai, a place to receive migrations. From the North to the South, it was the place (along with the Thi Nai estuary) of the Tay Son Dynasty that sent naval troops to conquer the South to defeat the North. <img decoding="async" loading="lazy" src="https://photo-baomoi.zadn.vn/w700_r1/2021_06_06_15_39091578/61336c217e63973dce72.jpg" width="625" height="427"> <em> A tributary of the Con River flows at the foot of Banh It tower</em> <img decoding="async" loading="lazy" class="lazy-img" src="https://photo-baomoi.zadn.vn/w700_r1/2021_06_06_15_39091578/29553f472d05c45b9d14.jpg" width="625" height="832"> <em> The side of Duong Long tower. Photo: TRUNG PHUONG</em> Late in the afternoon, standing on Go Boi bridge watching the water of the Con River billowing, feeling strangely buoyant, seeing historical lines flowing layer by layer across the bridge. Remember the folk song that your mother used to lull you: &#8220;One day, no one will leave anyone / Only embroidery should be sharpened to make needles&#8221;, the lullaby voice sounds like a sad, sad Nam song. How much water has passed from the Con River over Go Boi Bridge, over the years has buried this historic saltwater harbour. And maybe it&#8217;s not economical so people don&#8217;t need to dredge it, just let it sink over time. But the image of the gourd sailing across the country, from the Central to the North, to the South, even through Nam Vang (Cambodia)&#8230; will never fade in the memories of the people in my hometown. Going to Go Boi, one must remember poets Xuan Dieu and Han Mac Tu. Xuan Dieu was born here, used to write love poems about Go Boi and Tuy Phuoc: &#8220;Sleeping in Tuy Phuoc is to not sleep at night The crickets stay awake with me all year round Wake up the stars, wake up the branches At night, the homeland loves the scent of the land.&#8221; Xuan Dieu could not sleep because simply: &#8220;Can&#8217;t sleep because the strong wind blowing from the sea keeps reminding / When my mother was born / I breathed the fish sauce of thousands of Go Boi&#8230;&#8221;. According to Hoai Thanh &#8211; Hoai Chan in &#8220;Vietnamese poets&#8221;, poets living in Binh Dinh are often haunted by the moonlight. The moon in Binh Dinh was strangely beautiful, mysterious or strange, inspired by Che Lan Vien, Quach Tan, Han Mac Tu, Yen Lan&#8230; Even later, Van Cao went to Quy Nhon to play and discovered Quy Nhon beach. like a half moon: &#8220;Half moon/Night/Lying on the sea sand&#8230;&#8221;. Most of the talented Vietnamese poets and artists who have met in Quy Nhon, all love the mysterious moon, meditate in Binh Dinh, hanging loosely on the lonely Cham towers. Even Trinh Cong Son is still haunted by the ancient towers, &#8220;hearing the autumn leaves and the rain rustling the little heels&#8230;&#8221; (Old Diem). <strong> Watching the magical moon</strong> Han Mac Tu also lived in Go Boi, because here is still the grave of the poet Han&#8217;s mother. It is said that at that time, the mother and son of the Han poets went to Go Boi to cure leprosy for Korea but in the end failed, the mother was lying eternally in Go Boi, the child was lying down watching the fanciful Binh Dinh moon in Ghenh Rang&#8230; read documents that know Han poet has known Xuan Dieu since then, when Han Mac Tu wrote to Xuan Dieu: &#8220;I sent you my collection of poems, because reading your poems, I find my pain is greatly relieved&#8221;. The land of Go Boi also once harbored the famous poet Han Mac Tu. And his best and most painful poems were written in this land. Go to Go Boi, look back up the Banh It tower, up to Do Ban citadel, remember the poets Yen Lan, Che Lan Vien &#8211; the names that make up the famous &#8220;Ban Thanh four friends&#8221;. Yen Lan is not only famous for &#8220;Ben My Lang&#8221;, he also has many other important contributions in the process of modern Vietnamese poetry. In the memoir &#8220;Yen Lan &#8211; remember you forever&#8221; (Van Hoc Publishing House &#8211; 2001) by Mrs. Nguyen Thi Lan &#8211; the wife of the poet Yen Lan &#8211; has quoted Che Lan Vien&#8217;s opinion: &#8220;Yen Lan is talented, talented. special and very soon&#8221;. It is not because of friendship that Che Lan Vien appreciates Yen Lan so highly. Before 1935, when New Poetry was still a toddler, Yen Lan had unique creations: &#8220;Mourning triangle sails about her resting quietly The rhythm of delaying harmonizes to pat the island far away&#8221;. Or describe the afternoon sun of Sam Son: &#8220;Empty far away The roof is dumbfounded, poetic and touching Afternoon pigeon wings incubated all over the manor.&#8221; &#8220;Sorrow triangle&#8221;, &#8220;tempo of delaying harmony&#8221;, &#8220;poetry of stone carving&#8221;, &#8220;afternoon of pigeons&#8221; &#8211; language structures, shimmering images interwoven magically, as if Yen Lan just wrote yesterday or today. Che Lan Vien is from Quang Tri but studied and grew up in Do Ban, Quy Nhon. In 1937, Che Lan Vien published a collection of poems &#8220;Dieu Ruan&#8221; that shocked the piano. In an article, Yen Lan once mentioned this collection of poems: &#8220;In the afternoon, Che Lan Vien and I often go upstairs to the East Thanh gate of Binh Dinh to admire the scenery and discuss poetry. Cham and Cham towers should discuss and write something together. Then Che Lan Vien published the volume &#8220;Diem Ruan&#8221; and me with the collection &#8220;The Well of Chaos&#8221; consisting of 28 poems written about the Chiem nuns&#8230;&#8221;. Han Mac Tu once read this book of poetry and asked Yen Lan why it was not a &#8220;well&#8221; (abandoned well), but &#8220;chaos&#8221;? Yen Lan asserts that it is a &#8220;well of chaos&#8221; (understood in the sense of chaos&#8230;). After reading the draft of this poem, Han Mac Tu was inspired to write the song &#8220;Moon commits suicide&#8221;: &#8220;Cold wells! Cold wells Why is no one good I heard that autumn hides here&#8230; Chaos, chaos, oh well chaos I&#8217;m panicking, I&#8217;m panicking Jump into the well to pick up the moon.&#8221; The song &#8220;Moon commits suicide&#8221;, Yen Lan planned to print in his book &#8220;The Chaos Well&#8221; as a preface, but unfortunately the poetry book was lost and Yen Lan&#8217;s poetic face seemed to be defective. In the last years of her life, Yen Lan also squeezed herself to make the quartet genre more attractive and more modern. With more than 400 quartet songs, Yen Lan is evaluated: Among the few great masters of modern Vietnamese quartet poetry, Yen Lan belongs to the &#8220;godfather&#8221; category (Truc Thong). <strong> Looking back at me</strong> Also, poet Nguyen Xuan Sanh was born in Da Lat but from a young age he studied at Quy Nhon National School (old), then moved to Hanoi. At the age of 15 (younger than Che Lan Vien when he was 16 years old when he published &#8220;Dieu Ruan&#8221;), Xuan Sanh released his epic &#8220;Lost Species&#8221;, with innovative poems of the type now commonly known as &#8220;postmodernism&#8221;. modern day&#8221;, breaking the standards of traditional poetry, with strange and &#8220;fragrant&#8221; sentences: &#8220;The white wind will smell the willow-shaped season / Far away from the pale green sad blue path&#8230;&#8221;. Now go to Go Boi to enjoy the coolness of the East Sea breeze, to look back into the past. Suddenly looking upstream, remember the castles and citadels of the Cham people, of the heroic Tay Son dynasty; looking down to the sea, remembering the rowboats that were horizontal and vertical for a while; remember the ships of the Portuguese and Spanish docked at Nuoc Man sea, now there is Xuan Phuong church, Lonely Song Village&#8230; And looking back at me, my age is already &#8220;sixteen years old&#8221;&#8230; Down there, how much water of the Con River is still flowing through Go Boi Bridge&#8230; <em> Tuy Phuoc, February 2021</em></p>
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