Top 10 Tác phẩm ấn tượng của nhà thơ Chế Lan Viên

1. Poem: Journey to find light

Journey to find light

Finding light is never easy. In the darkness, the steps are quiet but do not falter. The feeling of loneliness in the dark night is like a mirror. The fragile light still illuminates the direction.

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Not just a journey to a specific place, but also an adventure in the soul. Sometimes, we have to face great darkness, but it is also an opportunity to discover light.

Steady steps, indomitable soul Those who seek light are those who sacrifice. Maybe they will lose, but they are not afraid Because they know that, at the end of the road, light is waiting

Let us enhance the spirit of adventure. Discover the spiritual wonders of life. A light seeker is someone who constantly strives to bring hope to himself and to the world.

The journey to find light is our life. Don’t hesitate, don’t falter in the face of difficulties. Because every step is a step closer to light. Those who seek light are the ones who build the future.

Poem: Journey to find light

2. Poem: Spring of Independence

Independence Spring

Where am I waiting, where am I looking? Seeing spring, my heart feels sad. – To me, everything has become meaningless. So much suffering is only a vast thought! Who has returned to the old autumn? Give me yellow leaves. dream? With fresh flowers, all pure colors Come here, be the one to block the way for spring! Who knows my soul is infatuated with illusions Wanting to help prevent endless spring love! There was a poor person don’t understand when Tet comes. Bring your shirt Autumn dissipates! There is an innocent child who does not know how to cry. Suddenly he rises up in laughter! Alas! Celebrate! Oh memories! The last bit of nostalgia of autumn drifting away! Source: 1. Vu Thi Thuong, Che Lan Vien complete works, Literature Publishing House, 20022. Essentials of Vietnamese literature (volume 7: Literature period 1900-1945), National Center for Social Sciences and Humanities, Science Publishing House society, 2004

Poem: Spring of Independence

3. Poem: Concert on the Ship

Return Journey

The Northwest is not where we stop. Our hearts have turned into journeys. The ships cultivate the music of our homeland. My soul is the Northwest, nothing else. This ship is headed to the Northwest. Will you go? Friends who have Going far away, I hold the sky of Hanoi. Do you hear the sound of wind in the distant sky? On the outskirts of the city? There is a ship to catch rays of light. The country is vast, my life is small. The ship is calling me, why haven’t I left yet? There are no poems among the quiet scenes. My soul is waiting to meet me there in the Northwest. ! Oh, ten years have passed but the Northwest This is the noble land of forests and mountains Where my soul is full of blood, imbued with purity Today it is like the first spring festival Oh the war! Ten years have passed but the fire is still there. A thousand years later, it still has the power to shine. The ship has left, but there is more to come. To return and see the loving mother again. I meet the people again like a herd of deer returning. old sourceThe grass welcomes like a new wind, the swallows sing a concertLike a child waiting for a piece of cakeThe mountains tremble, the forests wait for their footstepsThe pass, the village, the sound of people welcoming usRemembering my brother, the traveling hero Click on the brown shirt on the farm hill. The brown shirt followed me all my life. The last night, I took off that shirt to give it to my child. I miss my younger brother, the younger brother who keeps in touch. My forest, my swamp, I wait. Ban Na at dawn, return to Bac village in the afternoon. Ten years have passed! No letters I miss my mother! His hair gradually turned white in his lyrics. The year he was sick, my mother stayed awake for a long season. Me and my mother, we are not blood relatives. But forever I will remember the gratitude for nurturing. Remember the mist-covered land, remember the cloud-covered mountain pass. Wherever we go, my heart never stops loving. ?When we were there, it was the land of residence. When we left, it was the place where the soul was transformed! I suddenly missed you like winter, missing the cold. Our love is like a yellow wildflower. Like spring coming, making feathers. Forest birds return so brightLove has made the red soil strangely familiar. He held your hand at the end of the campaign. Squeezing sticky rice to feed his comrades in the middle of the forest. Northwest land, days without schedules. The first meal still has its scent. The country calls to us. My heart is calling? My love is waiting, my mother’s love is waiting. Please pat me gently so I can quickly have wings. Your feet are craving for the bright red roof. Your eyes are craving for the smell of water in the big stream. (Note: Some passages have been newly composed to make them richer and more attractive)

Poem: The Return Journey

4. Poem: …Present Joy

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…Present Joy

The sun brings a new season to hundreds of families. It has extinguished life’s complaints. Mother lulls her child with a song about soldiers. Life has become as happy as blooming flowers. Source: Che Lan Vien Complete Works, Literature Publishing House, 2002 (Collected and compiled by Vu Thi Thuong)

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5. Poem: Dear Homeland

Dear Homeland

I’m still in my arms I don’t understand anything about the world But in my mother’s lullaby, the white stork begins to dream of flying: ‘The white stork is tender The white stork gives The stork flies with the clouds My beloved homeland…’The stork is alone, must find its own way food I have a mother, play and then sleep again ‘The stork at night The stork forgets the nest The stork meets the soft branches The stork is afraid of the sound of the wind… ‘Sleep, sleep, stork, don’t be afraid The branches are soft, my mother told me Melodies Mother’s lullaby is filled with spring I don’t know about the stork, about the wings The stork doesn’t know about the songs the mother awakens Mother’s milk is abundant, the baby sleeps soundly II Sleep, sleep, sleep Let the white stork get acquainted Stork stands around the crib Then the stork enters the nest Baby Sleeping peacefully, the stork also stopped White stork wings, the two of us lying in the same bed Growing up, growing up, growing up…What do you do? You become a poet White stork wings still fly endlessly in the sky In front of the porch And inside Your bright poemIIIEven if I’m close to youEven if I’m far away from youIn the mountains or under the seaThe stork will always find youThe stork will always love youEven though you grow up, you will still be my childForever!A white storkThe stork my mother lullsAnd also lifeTaking flight beside me cradleGo to sleep, go to sleep!Let the stork’s wings, the cauldron’s wingsCharacterize the skyCome sing around the cradleSource: Che Lan Vien Complete Works, Literature Publishing House, 2002 (collected) and compiled by Vu Thi Thuong)

Chanson: The Starling

6. Poem: Return to Memories of the Cold Season

Back to Memories of the Cold Season

Looking back at the winter, remembering the past Those who still encounter cold winters I return late in the late spring By your side, all the fresh roses welcome

My memories have faded. The cold winter wind has blown away. Today, goodbye to illness. You brought me out of the darkness.

Look at that season, baby! The days gradually fade with time! Life has forgotten the schedule Now, it opens with double happiness My heart shines in my eyes Night comes, lasting every moment I become an uncle The most beautiful bird In the evening, from the morning star, Singing the fresh streams, Sharing love with everyone, Soaring through the lush young forest, Enjoying the delicious rice grains, Day and night, constantly dreaming…

Seeing the clear eyesSeeing the almost blue handsSeeing the strong legsSeeing the rosy faceLooking at myself in the pink mirrorStanding there, already passing through the high branchesWalking, dreaming of long stepsOh,the miles through workThree A heavy lot on my shoulders In the morning I go to a strange place to work, At night I follow the sound of a machine resting like the sky Or I go to a village covered in fog, The floor fire, the cassava tubers are divided into two, Everywhere there is good land, Fatherland, And the love of the Party teaches the people. feed

The shore of the pond is round and shiny with longan. The summer sun shines white, the flowers of the hibiscus tree. The phoenix tree changes the color of the leaves of the rice tree. The sun shines on the intact lipstick. Whose family’s red silk is woven like a thread hanging from a cocoon every day. The golden thread weaves silk in your heart. It’s sweetened with wine. It’s as round as a fruit. fabric next to my lips The starling is a delicate bird Oh, the stork makes me emotional Fall asleep, fall asleep, my child!

Source: Che Lan Vien complete works, Literature Publishing House, 2002 (collected and compiled by Vu Thi Thuong)

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Poem: Return to Memories of the Cold Season

7. Poem: Spiders of Love

Spiders of Love

I want heaven and earth to be forever peaceful. Not touching each other, not spinning. Spring comes gently, summer passes peacefully. Autumn returns gently, winter is peaceful. My heart is like a thread of love. Weaving dreams of space, dispelling worries. The earth spins forever in silence. Melancholy. Flowing, filled with harmony As the days pass, the Cham columns stand strong. The Cham Towers shine under the full moon. The summer fire gently comes, the music is gentle. The autumn wind lulls sleep, poetry is filled. Afternoon The winter is quiet, like a hymn. Telling the tragedy, blending my soul. Creator, take me back to the kingdom of Champa. Free me from the eternal world. All scenes of life are just dances. All joys gently welcome. Create for me a celestial sphere in the middle of ice. A lone star disappears, where I will avoid all troubles, troubles, pain and worries

Poem: Spiders of Love

8. Poem: Sunset Music

Afternoon Portrait

The gentle sunlight is like classic silk Covering the roots of ancient trees, falling green leaves As the afternoon falls, the wind gently passes through the space Awakening the dust of the road, life comforts Silently embracing the soul, sipping the scent of poetry A long day of waiting, the lines Tears go by day by day, Cham is still resilient. Cham Tower is like a bright light under the dark moon. Summer fire is gentle, autumn wind is like soft music. Poetry is in a daze, immersed in freedom. Winter afternoon is peaceful, like a natural painting. Tell create a story filled with flavor. Creator, take me back to Thien Thai. That place, quiet, away from worries. All the shadows of life are just jumps. All joys are gently welcomed. I will experience the icy heaven alone. One cause. Lonely star, far away. There, I will feel comfortable and at peace. My worries, pain and worries.

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9. Poem: Ocean Light

Halo

The entire sky and earth are radiant with light. Coming from Champa, the dreamy breath spreads. At the mouth, the moon rises high like a poem. On top of the head, countless stars shine. Headphones, the sound of love is sweet beyond measure. Even, Can’t hear the rhythm of earthly life Nose, strange fragrance from the land of moon flowers Air stops, poetic mind is passionate Even nose, can’t smell any breath Is there someone on the island of wandering clouds? Throw it down Here is the silk ribbon, my dear! To quickly take my soul to explore other realms! The sky is so deep! Question without answer!

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10. Poem: Source of My Soul

Soul Art Source

Reaction to Thanh Tinh’s work ‘The Source of Poetry Emotions’ (Village) Thousands of years ago, the temple burned with fire. The image of soldiers and swords vibrated, causing an earthquake in Cham. Thousands of years ago, cheers echoed far and wide. Red blood fell on the plains. Like a heavy rain, that blood flow transcends the age of principles, under the layer of oblivion, in the salty mist, one afternoon, one afternoon, a sad image appears, the blood pours down like a rushing waterfall, one afternoon, the blood explodes brightly. Brilliant According to the old pen, blood is red and peaceful. It is the images of sadness or injustice That one afternoon, you saw in PEAK (December 24, 1936) Source: Che Lan Vien Complete Works, Literature Publishing House, 2002 (by Vu Thi Thuong collected and compiled)

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