Song of Spring 1961
I wrote a spring poem
Thousand nine hundred sixty-one
The apple branches in early summer are shaking with sweet fruit
The sun shines on the dew and glittering drops…
It’s so cold that the sun is warm
It’s very bitter and bitter Isn’t that sweet and delicious?
Farewell to the wistful old year
I’ve heard that the new spring is unusually lighthearted!
Hello, beautiful spring!
Hey baby? Your cheeks are red
Like a passionate first date
I held your hand clumsily
That said: “Your heart
Very truthfully divided into three red parts:
You reserved most for the Party
The part for poetry and the part for me to love…”
I was embarrassed: “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”
Then we kissed two comrades
Let’s walk together until tomorrow morning
I’ll take you back and spring will come in my arms!
Oh the joyful song of the lark
In the rice fields, I admire spring
Spring, oh spring, spring is so happy
The sea happily rises with white waves at the top of the rapids
The poem was sung coolly in the wishes:
The road to happiness is wide and wide
Tam Dao Ba Vi happy green spring mountains…
Hello 61 ! The height of thousands of feet
I stand here and look in all directions
Looking back to the past and looking to the future
Looking North, South, looking at the whole world!< /p>
Going through a difficult life
The poem still holds the pain of a lover
Floating in a floating life
To Nhu, tears flowed around Kieu’s body!
Hearing Nguyen Trai’s soul drifting
The sound of swords, the sound of poetry tearing at the heart…
Oh, the voice of our ancestors in the past
Please sing for joy today:
A land and sky in your hands
Even if it is not yet perfect, still fly the flag pink!
Vietnam is a heroic nation
Successful and successful with nothing!
Is there anything beautiful in the world? more than that
Lovers live to love each other
The Party gives us a rich heart
Stand straight and walk with your head up and fly!
That happy life is open today
Like my department store
Dear lovers, please stop by to buy flowers
And go there to buy some wedding gift:
Nam Dinh silk is beautiful and fresh
Hang Dao comb combs her green hair!
I’m still poor and the streets are crowded with small houses</p >
But it’s enough for a few pictures to hang for Tet…
Life is happy, the song of Solidarity
We hold hands and rebuild our lives
Rice fields, upland potatoes, cassava, coffee gardens
Pig pens, chickens, vegetables, fish ponds
Clean up the fallen manure, pick up every leaf tip
Every piece of coal and cassava weighs corn
I cherish and gather to build a fortune!
Oh, I really like the Northern poem
It’s very free, so fresh music, fresh rhymes
The whole space seems to be getting closer
Time also forgets the weeks and months.
Life is young again. Everything is revolutionary!
Eliminate loneliness and poverty
Our homeland is bustling with communal joy
Those who cooperate make the rice thicker there.
Breast enlargement line. The small rows of willows
have turned green like fifteen-year-old hair
Spring, spring has only been here for a few years
But Life has become jubilant and festive
Like today in the middle of a dusty red construction site
Convoys of trucks go one after another
Hong Quang Lao Cai Thai Nguyen Viet Tri
The country’s name rings with joy…
Let’s go! Uncle Ho said
New Year’s Eve, spring night singing
Five-year plan. Invite the troops
Invite the feet to move forward.
All under the flag sing and walk!
Let’s go! Clearing wild forests
Ask where are the high mountains, where is the iron and where is the gold?
Ask where is the sea far away where the fish run?
Da river, Lo river, Red river Flow
Where do you ask where the waterfall jumps to turn the electricity around?
Dear boys and girls
On the cloudy passes and rocky mountains
Let’s do everything with our two hands!
Spring has come. Rushing the future
The smoke of new factories in the morning…
For whom do I write poem 61?
It’s late at night and the cold is freezing
Hanoi murmurs… The whistle blows outside the station
A train moves away
The sound of rustling running along the Southern road…
Oh, it’s not a train! That’s my heart
The pounding sound wants to break in half!
I know you’re very strong, my heart
Don’t cry. But why is it so hot?
Like a fire burning in my heart, so windy?
These past few days, I’ve been like a homesick child
I’ve been wandering in and out of excitement.
Hear the sound of drums and guns
The South woke up and cheered!
My three children have been sleeping for a long time
How much is left to sleep in the crib
The North of my children’s paradise!
The rooster crows in the morning. Poetry, bring wings of fire
Fly away! The bird chirps at the door
Another spring day has arrived. Dawn
Apple branch in early summer, sweet fruit shaking
Like simple happiness, a small dream
Hanging before our eyes:
Peace
Warmth
For
Human
Happiness
Freedom!
To Huu
