Across the old land

Across the old land

Return through the endless reeds

The laughter of children resounds in the sky

The river has full and low water levels.

The hometown ferry carries the sweet sound of folk songs.

Illustration photo.

Gourd and squash vines over the fence

Still green from the fields to the countryside

There is a cricket crying by the dike

Call the memory of the immense road back.

Come listen to the wind blowing through the fields

There is the strong scent of new rice of the past

The house is still leaking from the rain

Mother sat sewing and patching up the missing pieces.

Hometown barefoot, brown shirt

The fields and gardens grow old late at night and still have white hair.

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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