The fate of the family

The sky tilts the water oars

The sky tilts the water oars The boat anchored to sing the floating wings The back of the bee is tied with a blue sheath Give them a sentence with spring balls Umbrellas cover the four bodies The family pond wavered with the clouds. Eyes in the eyes of familiar hearts sideburns swaying in the wind to soften the dew cheeks. The sunlight is entangled The sun is shining, the smoke reaching the roof of the house The afternoon sun looks like dawn Green charm, beautiful bamboo shape, village festival. NGO NGOC THANG Wind Grave Where are you lying in the deep sea? I’m on the side of the grave with my head bowed to the incense! Simple a golden sand mushroom Wandering the grass, glimmering in the afternoon sun Thought I was in the wilderness When at the grave in the middle of the afternoon Ly Son Bone – strawberry, meat – lightning, wind – soul Carving the brave mettle of the ancients. Where is the monument covered with sun and rain? Where are the memorial stele, golden pagoda tower? This is a row of small graves But listen to the sound of thousands of miles of water. Hope in the middle of nowhere Stormy Hoang Sa, stormy East Sea Cloudy feet and sails The heroic shadow of the young country, the sea and the sky?! Echoing from the ocean The oath to keep the island for thousands of years remains the same Immerse yourself in the color that is handed down Meat and bones sent back to the far sea. Hoping for lullabies A lullaby… turn a life of hope The island is far away from the smog People go… leave lullabies in the afternoon! Incense sticks I put in a squishy Glowing red in the afternoon Ly Son!