Top 10 Bài thơ ấn tượng của Thanh Hải

The blue river grows purple flowers

The skylark sings loudly, the drops of light sparkle

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In the spring, people hold guns with their backs covered in buds

People went to the fields, the rice fields were bustling

The country is persistent, arduous but always moving forward

I become singing birds, flower branches, sacred music

A small spring, even with gray hair

We still sing about South Asia, about Hue

Love stretches endlessly

The country is moving forward with a steady rhythm

Spring sings, saying Nam Ai, Nam Binh

Mountains are thousands of miles away, love is thousands of miles away

The beat resonates in Hue…

November 1980

This poem is Thanh Hai's last work, expressing his love for life and pride for his country. The poem became a famous song by musician Tran Hoan.

Source:

1. Spring Hue, Liberation Arts Publishing House, 1970

2. Vietnamese Poetry 1945-1985, Education Publishing House, 1987

Little spring

The day before, they executed him

His body dried in the alley

When they left

His eyes still held a threatening look

– This guy is a communist

No one will be buried!

No one will be buried!

They just turned their backs

The coffin was brilliant

Took him to the cemetery

Follow your soul

Both villages and streets

Both adults and children

The funeral is getting longer and longer

The longer it is, the more crowded it is

His grave is on a high hilltop

Pink cherry blossom branches bloom

The wreath, she placed carefully

I plant roses in bunches

I placed it in front of the gate

His grave is on a high hilltop

Roses bloom brightly and beautifully

Soaring fragrance

They come through here

Kite eyes do not dare to look:

On the grave of the communist

Bright and beautiful red roses

On par with the expansion of blood…

The poem won first prize in the poetry contest of Thong Nhat Newspaper in 1960.

Flowers bloom on his grave (Illustration)Flowers bloom on his grave (Illustration)

Tonight at O ​​Lau wharf

When I sit, I miss Uncle Ho's beard

Remember Uncle Ho's image in the shadow of the flag

Her cheeks are rosy, her hair is gray

His gentle eyes shine like stars

He looked all the way to the bright Ca Mau

Remember when the moon filled the sky

On Mid-Autumn Festival, I sent you greetings

I remember the day my hometown was devastated

When there was a flood, Uncle sent golden rice

Remember when my house turned to ashes

Uncle brought the soldiers back to cover for him

Uncle, how much do you remember?

In the distance, do you understand my heart?

Every night I feel restless

Take a look at Uncle Ho's photo that he kept secretly for a long time

Look at the bright eyes, look at the beard

Look at the broad forehead, look at the gray head

The more I look, the more confused I become

Hugging and kissing Uncle Ho's photo but expecting Uncle Ho to kiss it

Uncle, even though it's far away from the mountains

But Uncle Ho's image is still not far away in my heart

That enemy wants to cut the mountains and rivers

But the South still looks towards Uncle Ho,

Towards the red flag

Back in the day, the North and South were adjacent to each other.

At night I lay down and had dreams

Happy day of unifying Uncle Ho into the South.

The welcome gate was built to block the official road

Uncle Ho came to the village communal house and stood high up

Uncle smiled so intimately

He instructed his people in detail about each sentence

Uncle leisurely stroked his beard

Uncle patted my head, he smiled lovingly.

The moon is bright again tonight

Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss my uncle sitting and watching me

In the distance, I heard the sound of drums vibrating

Listen to the children dancing and cheering

Uncle must also remember that you are poor

The South suffers in the morning and evening.

August 1956

Excerpts from this poem were used in the Grade 2 Reading Textbook (volume 2) for the period 1976-1979.

I miss Uncle Ho

4. The boat is floating

On the boat floating daydreaming

Small steps between the waves

The sand is as white as dry semen

Understand the simple life

A rich daily meal

Playing cups and chopsticks happily together

Hot peppers add some flavor

Boating away, forgetting the plowing season

Forget the blooming white lotus

Forget the gentle hidden moonlight

Forget the silent sound of flying fish

Forget the old country roads

Tet, returning to the countryside, celebrating…

The waves crashed, the boat asked which port it was

High-rise buildings, long streets

The scent of wine and the sound of music

The night gradually falls, the lights flicker

Busy day, car sounds

Dancing feet, vibrant music

The boat moves steadily with the wind

Conquer the peak, explore the horizon

Wine is here, boat oh boat

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The boat is free, raise a glass to celebrate

Here is the youth, boat oh boat

The boat is free, passionately immersed

White sails follow the wind

Where to go, don't know, where to?

Night waves blend into one color

The waves have the scent of the sea: homeland

People go to many places in life

People bring their homeland with them

The boat floats amidst the rushing waves

Lay your head down, relax in the afternoon

Now I remember my mother's screams

Childhood days, the smell of pickles

Now remember the small alley

With the smell of warm earth and grass

Now I miss the old village

The smell of wet rain, the scent of drifting flowers

The boat is floating, still floating

Bow your head, sunset, pity yourself

Now I want a green word

Mother's, poetry day, happiness

Now I want a piece of melon

Sour, sweet, healthy

Now I want an alley

Is there anyone waiting to pick you up?

Now I want the old village

Warm earthy scent, everywhere

The boat floats, forever drifting

Waves pile up, out on the vast ocean

Where does the boat go, where does it go?

Listening, the dock is not angry with the boat

Commercial boat dock on the high seas

Ben remembers the boat floating forever

The port told the boat to come back here

Dear homeland, we miss each other

Oh the floating boat.

1979

According to: Poetry with childhood, Kim Dong Publishing House.

The boat floatsThe boat floats

5. Think about resilient teammates

The water overflowed the dike

The crime of the enemy falls on his shoulders

My comrades, let's go

Sit and watch the countryside flood

Water flows through the roof

The village is like an island

The flood caused ultimate destruction

In the midst of floods, the hearts of teammates

Renewal step by step

The water is gone, the remaining pain is compressed

– Mom hugs me, where?

On all four sides, the water pressed against the pile

Wind and water resistant teammate

– Know where to start?

The hands are still small

Put on your helmet, pick up your stick

Black water wet the shoes

– Comrades, is the flood over yet?

Blood flows in the falling rain

Blood mixes in the grasslands

My comrades, let's go

The high ceremony is equal to each wave

The water overflowed the banks, teammates marched

Quiet in fever.

The enemy comes, with a pot of soup

The enemy fled, equal to five miles

But we don't leave

In the middle of the village, there was consensus

We sow potatoes

The blood of men and women

Blended on the air

There is no one like me

Lying on the shore at night, eyes open?

Lying here on the shore, not sleeping

Let your soul drift through the lane

Reduce pain, reduce pain

The heart of the North listens…

The worker turned the whip

Get ready for the morning

Baby wearing a warm coat

New school, phoenix blooming.

The whole North woke up

A new day begins

As the night falls, dogs bark

Life in hand.

A new day begins again

The gunfire was still frantic

Another day of bleeding

Another dead wife, lost husband!

The whole South revived

In my soul, hatred burns

In the middle of the night, I heard a rooster cooing

Rise up, the waves rise…

Think about the past, think about the day

Gianh River commemorates the journey

Like anyone, like me?

This shore tonight, eyes open?

This side of the shore does not sleep

The long night is filled with the sound of chickens

The crowing sound echoed far away

The horizon is quickly pink.

1961

According to: Poetry with childhood, Kim Dong Publishing House

Think about resilient teammatesComrade's heart

The bamboo shoot sprouts sharply

The night is crisscrossing the starry sky

Take revenge on the enemy and count each enemy

The thorns are brilliant, the bamboo grows so high.

The beauty of the bamboo treeBeautiful like a bamboo tree

7. Poetry of Quang Tri

Fragrance of flowers in Quang Tri

In the land of Trieu Hoa

An apricot tree blooms brightly

Shimmering yellow flowers

Below the bomb line

Water spinach shows off its light purple color

Spread… spread…

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Above the bomb line, below the bomb line

Life is full of flowers

Eyes

The enemy has left

Leave your eyes in my eyes

Looking at him is like question marks in the soul

The question marks are constantly expanding

And disappear into a stream of tears

Wetting his shoulder shirt

Faith and love adorn blue eyes

Quang Tri land!

Quang Tri soil contains thin wounds

The white sand is covered with sparkling golden rust

We measure the value of winning

Through the horrifying bomb lines in the countryside.

1974

Poems from Quang TriPoems from Quang Tri

8. Place by the fire in the middle of winter

At the stove in the middle of winter

Organ music echoed

October in the round

Oh Soviet friend

Singing goodbye to someone

On a vast white snow background

Bielorusci

For the sake of Russia, goodbye!

Birch forest, after the battle

Long night fires

Drink black tea from everywhere

Sing the song of loyalty

Ca-chiusa! Ca-chiusa

Oh Russian girl

Has become a fierce fire.

Leningrad still resonates far away

Lyrics of “Song of the Seaport”

The day I arrived was in August

On the ship Dawn

The fireworks smoke has subsided

After a cold day.

“My Moscow”

The white horse walks gracefully

Oh red capital

The enemy has no chance

At the stove in the middle of winter

October in the round

I heard the military marching tune

On the white snowy road

The fire rang, rang forever

The middle of the house is made of dirt

Perhaps there are no guerrillas

The fire place of the war zone

He thought about the enemy

As I was thinking

He looked at history

As I'm looking

Under Lenin's light

Love and loyalty

October in the round

August in memory

At the stove in the middle of winter

I heard the military marching tune

On the snow-covered train platform…

November 1973

The fire place in the liberated area

At the stove in the middle of winterNext to the winter kitchen fire

Mother cut a bamboo branch and attached it to the Solidarity flag

Flying red and white, the flag radiates beauty

Oh the bamboo branches and the resilient figure

Bring within you the joy of victory today.

October 1973

Silhouette of the duneTraces of grass and trees

10. Truong Son hammock sign

Soldiers go away

The forest still retains its shadow

Marks on tree trunks.

These are the two ends of the wire

The print is deep and heavy

This hammock is sturdy

Team leader

Pay attention to the forest late at night

Waiting for the plan.

Two green tree trunks

The bark falls leaf by leaf

The wire ends are bent

Surely whose hand it was

Feeling happy and joyful

Lie down in a hammock

Watching the sky and clouds drifting by.

A double trunk

Bunch the two ends of the hammock

The tree branches are wide open

Wire connects to wire

There are definitely two

Soldier perseveres

Road to the battlefield

Read your lover's letter.

Two old tree trunks

Bundle of curved leaves

Certainly on a rainy night

There are people lying here

Afraid of rain falling along the rope

The rain lightly wet the hammock.

Truong Son, Truong Son

The winds blow

Far away lands

The beginning of the hammock rope

Tell what?

Slender silk branches

Trees grow over time

Where is the hammock mark?

There are stretch marks

Imprinted deeply into the wood body

Similarities

The days of crossing the river…

1972

According to: Poetry with childhood, Kim Dong Publishing House.

Truong Son hammock signTruong Son hammock sign

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