Remembering Him on Independence Day

SGGP Newspaper introduces two poems by authors: Tran The Tuyen, Duong Xuan Dinh with thousands of loving and respectful feelings in memory of Him.

On September 2, 1945, President Ho Chi Minh read the Declaration of Independence at Ba Dinh Square, giving birth to the Democratic Republic of Vietnam. In the joyful atmosphere of the whole country celebrating the 80th anniversary of National Day, there were many poems in memory of beloved Uncle Ho. SGGP Newspaper introduces 2 poems by authors: Tran The Tuyen, Duong Xuan Dinh as countless feelings of love and remembrance of Him.

Following in His footsteps

The day Uncle Ho read the Declaration of Independence

Two rows of bicycles accompanied Him

Ba Dinh grass underfoot is cool

Which smile is like a fresh flower.

Eight decades passed quickly

Our people have gone through several sacred wars.

The army cheered the Dien Bien red flag with five-pointed yellow star.

Uncle Ho returned to take over the capital.

Twenty one years seems like a dream

The whole nation "Split the Truong Son range to save the country"

Independence Palace tank 390 appointment

North and South are one family to welcome Uncle Ho to visit.

Eight decades passed quickly

Southwestern border and northern border

“Gunshots echoed across the distant border sky”…

Eighty years passed

We returned to Uncle Ho's Mausoleum.

Parade, sea of ​​people rolling like a waterfall

Wash away all hatred and separation.

Eighty years, we still listen

The Voice of the People in the Time of Nation Building

The sound of millions of people crying

An autumn to see Uncle Ho off.

That day, accompanying Him was not splendid with flowers.

Only bicycles and short khakis

Today we march as if entering battle.

Small guns, big guns, warships, planes…

Following in His footsteps

Ba Dinh Square today

A sea of ​​people amidst splendid flags and flowers

Uncle Ho, do you see?

Green Ba Dinh grass in the blue sky!

TRAN THE TUYEN

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Journey of the times

Our country in the long night of slavery

People are miserable and suffering in every way.

From Kim Lien village, the sad and haunting Giam tune

A heart full of gratitude for the homeland

When I left, I told myself I would come back.

What is the reason for living that burns at the age of twenty?

Empty hands, a patriotic soul

Still wondering about the questions in life

What is in your heart, Uncle?

Our country is deeply scarred

Where to go? Heartbreaking pain for the Fatherland

Seeking Independence, Freedom, the shining truth

That day was June 5th.

The sun dyed the water waves golden at the moment of parting

Only the train whistle to see them off

Nha Rong Wharf marks the departure

The stars are high in the blue sky and the ocean

It sounds like the soul of the mountains and rivers settles here.

Uncle passed away on a warm sunny day

Space filled with emotions

Saigon has a noon like that

Uncle carved the name of his homeland on this earth

The journey to the birth of a new era

Started from the barrel of the gun surrounding

Every minute Uncle Ho searched for the way to liberation

To the West, the land of colonialism

Everywhere I see people suffering.

And the unjust ruling corporations

Years of wandering broadened his horizons

Humanitarian thoughts of East and West, ancient and modern

The power of the people and human progress

People who absorb spiritual values

Still dreaming, but not just a dream

The homeland, called the Fatherland

The person who wants to embrace the vast sky

And hug and kiss every handful of earth and people

The man who became the great man of the century

Founding of a democratic republic

Still bright and innocent smile

Eyes shining with truth dazzled my heart.

DUONG XUAN DINH

THN

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/tet-doc-lap-nho-nguoi-post811032.html