Across the old domain

Across the old domain

Back through the endless reeds

The laughter of children resounds in the sky

The river is full of water.

The hometown ferry carries the sweet sound of folk songs.

Illustration photo.

Gourd and squash vines over the fence

Still green from the time of the fields to the countryside

There is a cricket crying by the dike

Call the memory of the vast road back.

Come listen to the wind blowing through the fields

There is the strong scent of new rice from the past

The house is still wet from the rain

Mom sat sewing and patching up the front and back.

Hometown barefoot, brown shirt

The fields and gardens grow old and grey, still love them

Poor kitchen smoke still lingers

The soul of the countryside still has the last scent of the season...

Tran Thuong Tinh

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