Saigon remember it? City breaks parting hair, blurred vision farewell city last April an enemy hand touch. Not remember Saigon "These months old blue velvet, silk days ago, that city, Saigon beloved, solar lighting dreams, moonlight illuminating the anniversary. Every sidewalk is a dream prize. Each ramp is a gust of happiness. Impregnated joy and great regret that, after ten years of wandering. There are more wonderful place to Saigon? City warm year round. City leaves similar wind music. The rainy night, soot cry nothingness. Poetic fairy slightly chilled. Erotic fragrant collection of thousands of old. Saigon Textile poetry as sunshine. Between lower heart was legendary spring lãng Tu Xuong style of silk, brocade background Huyen Tran. Just a rainbow, old soul was troubled. Just steps from the Season, has blue eyes childhood, girls pink lips. Saigon dear girl, the girl long flowing coat streets, the girls short neat shirt factory, the girls on the road uniforms rhythmic building and defending the homeland, the Vietnamese girl throbbing drums Me Linh, plying the horses and Bui Thi Xuan ...
Phen horse's heels came a blinding dust country. War invasions from the north came down. Like all city youth, rural, Saigon boys working under the executioner put pen bows, traditional flower goodbye to engage young river protection. Every inch of his native land resubmit father were deposited by the sweat, tears and blood. Then fight to win back every inch of land fall into enemy hands must also sweat, tears and blood. Vietnam youth was glorious, glorious still, forever glorious. The did so glorious victories Bach Dang, Chi Lang Street, Dong Da ... to make the winning Binh Long, Kontum and Quang Tri ... Saigon Youth was honored to contribute to the history of blood fight voice…
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Heart has repeatedly ethnic rifts dividing demanding passages. Today, once again, ethnic bleeding heart. These fibers royal blood here and there. On pain. On conviction in mind. Joy and hope to remember names not remember the name. Saigon is a conviction not remember the name. Remember Saigon? Not remember the name remember joy, joy remember restless, gnawing conviction flesh I remember every minute, every second. I remember the old school gate waiting for me in late autumn afternoon? Remember the old way leaves me green rain sex? Saigon, joy nostalgia on the lipstick, in the eyes and in the breath. Saigon, joy and longing for happiness in misery. In young age and in old age. With spring coming into and collect ultramarine pink over. In life today and tomorrow we die. In thousands of miles away who foot thick haze. In the first inch of the street gang who ward. In the park early fog grass hydrated. In a roundabout way street lamps excellent color ...
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From a sentiment not remember the name, Saigon became known pain. Take great shape, Saigon, our general partner, lost in enemy hands. States have lost abominable enemy hand mirror? When refined slim ferret shirt overlaid name Saigon, my city being skinned. As I was skinning it. And that is the pain fester in our hearts each. The romantic flowers old path, now, to the vicious hatred, anguish, dreary, pity. Smiles yesterday as tears today. Hope yesterday was desperate today. Life is full of threats during the day, the night terror. "If walking lamppost, lampposts will cross the sea in search of freedom." Who was speaking for the lampposts Saigon Centre? Ethnic Vietnam gentle and always unfortunate, no doubt, after a life changing grim, turned out miserable boat floating on the ocean surface toddler implications. Take the land into the sea. Where sea guide? Where and how May will pale sorrow expatriation. Land takes the land into the sea but not shared with the tragic adventure. Where sea guide, lead you, the sea did not understand the hunger, fear's pleasure to sail. That is, from the pain of humanity have clear our names from a list of gold encrusted humiliation: Boat People ...
Abandon their homeland, leaving Saigon withering of enemy hands. Remember Saigon? Think of Saigon now? Saigon now like? Do not ask the rain, the sun asked. Rain and sun sadly also fled the city already. Ask the mother wandering the corner. Ask first stumbled sugar daddy. Ask her to sit pear flea market. Ask me the adoration of black rice measuring red blood selling. Sunset makeup of a living pavement. Tears night the bitter fate of people. Such Saigon now. Elderly to bark stripped to the high tops. Visit Botanical animals emaciated and died of starvation. Lovely looks past the current discrete pedestal. Saigon Pearl maiden hand was bulky scabies because irrigation water forced alum. Blue eyes and white children were already exhausted from chronic cassava. Saigon to the street not long coat. Saigon said the street is not laughing, chirping. Stooping is a prison, concentration camp. Looking to the vicious police. Weather Saigon now fully hydrated anxious. The air-Special Saigon now pity. Saigon is now at home with sorrow, sighing, with the tears silently dripping pieces tênh sad life, clam bored ...
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But there is far to go to heaven Saigon is happy? Be positive doodles angry without proper justification boat swallowing. Relive great abruptness waves buffeted the boat people. Imagine brutal pirate idea of raping, killing refugees. And, after the last, look for a long, carefully waiting for handouts date settled in favor of the refugee camp, known as "paradise inn front gate." Take a clear look footsteps olds, five, on the sand burns injustice makes home visits. Then will understand why "I know I will be sad". As long as it pleased nostalgic burning alive, a day boat longing for the old days of Saigon Leopard build ...
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Where only the Saigon bankruptcy today. Our homeland, everywhere, are bankrupt, wealth and charity, blood from flag burning hatred haughtily flying fishy breath. Hanoi was the spreading over three decades. Heaven's cloud illusions and betray the bread of heaven is secondary Socialist drawing step backwards. No one dies of hunger that only those chronic hunger. Civilized land thousands of years, people living in material standards, materials and assimilated people, animals and people sharing and exploitation confided same. People who suffered poverty to liberate those fresh shirt. Ultimately, Saigon dark, doomed, tragic Hanoi par. Observe Hanoi, the capital of "human dignity", "elitist and progress". Look for Hanoi a precise definition of happiness. That's it, the images vivid and authentic Hanoi and Saigon under the color of the flag are arrogant and bloody stupid hatred. Saigon's honor was ejected sidewalk. The mother sat frowning in the sun soon. The father stood in the rain-dimensional grimaced. What about sending to Saigon? One consolation, a dream or a promise? City, trees, sun and rain, birds, the animals, the sidewalk, the corner shop, to send about? Send anything about?
Send just enough about to leave a homeland, a homeland piled sorrow? Send anything about the immense fields, for the vast river? Send anything about the new canal digging, just off the creek? What about sending away for the shore, for yards wide? Send anything about the low hills, the mountain? Send anything about the jungle, the ocean depths. What about sending rice to milk, the pigs may award contracts? What about sending flowers grapefruit, flowers frown? Send anything about the durian, mangosteen? What about the lullabies send diffuse, for warm tone ru? What about the line scented send the order to the family sex tile, bridges longed for? Send anything about? Send anything about? O homeland, just as almost hidden away farewell, it was revealed lovesick new straw smell, the smell of the smoke of copper, vile smell flowers, smell weed. And we see the simplest, most ordinary ones were most sadly smoke waves sunset. There is no place more beautiful our homeland. Send anything about? To send a dream return.
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Back lit dream recollection. And reminisce with me about my hometown. That our waters. From looking down. Nha Trang white sand with legendary players Balls. Forest Hill do it. Dalat poetic. This Lake of Sighs. Ai An forest Nọ. I look back at the Military Academy old footprints, ancient silhouette of the guy "heroes stream of capital." The boys did, now, somewhere. Obviously, many people have "rather compares his robe on earth", the Vietnam-ground advantage. To Vietnam haughtily forever Many have gone, taking with Dang Dung said, just look forward to the liberation premature death lest the old river. I left the National Military School to celebrate the exuberant Yersin. School there, sadly with mimicry rename plight. Natural school dreamer, one day, former student of the past stirred. Retrospective gives us wings to fly free. A moment of recollection clapping, it was the site of Dalat Hoa Binh high translucent. Then we fly over the hill, to visit Da Lat University Hospital of little consolation for the current gloomy overhead. And we on, I go to a sunny Saigon. Boat takes guests to the Thu Thiem. Prime Language flagpole crying because yellow flag absent loved red stripes. Bach Dang wharf there. Liberty City the other. Public whistle-calling ship voyage. What prompted waves lap smoke sunset river. Oh, Saigon, a piece of Saigon alone, my heart warm enough afar. My soul is seemingly gaining momentum on Saigon. My soul is old streets, the old mansion. Naturally, we want to Saigon whispered: "I, Saigon like? Shirt color intact, while raising a dream, waiting for each other? Kids, remember the road injured entrance, past trees, birds words music wind, rain clouds tears, nothing lost yet "? Do not, do not lose anything, because I still dream about a day.
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Hung's death is the general rule for ever. Strawberry happened Sea for thought, let alone a dynasty, a regime or an ism. A poet has defined the sea-law never, never die:
Everybody all dead
The other was permanently Vietnam
One other poets define what never lose:
Me dear, earnest ago
What took the man did not lose Vietnam
Vietnam people permanently. Vietnam eternal love. It did not take people never took the homeland. And memories of the homeland is not lost. And then, with the Notre Dame Cathedral of Saigon, with Zoo, the Museum, the Mausoleum Mr. Ba Chieu. And then, Hue with red flock amniotic summer flamboyant fall colors sprinkled blood on the ancient Hue style, quietly. And then, with the tombs of Hue, radio. And then, Hue with "ancient chariot marks" with "old castle background". And then, the soul's money on the table shy moss layer, on the threshold of the echo of a time level. O immortal ancestors, who did not have to die, the only retreat under a lotus pond. And the meaning of life still yellow petal lotus stamen, still fragrant lotus. I crave, chimes Thien Mu Hue called on the anxiety in each row of trees, every brick, every wall, every roof, every cauldron peaks, each bearing flowers of a bygone dynasties filled with pity. And then, Hue Ngu Mountain Perfume River, the Trang Tien bridge, bridge White Tiger. And then, Hue with leaves above the water level of gently peace. And then, with the course of An Cuu Hue "muddy rain sun" and the boats loaded with moon night swept on Vi Da.
Why do not you visit the village of Vi
New row sun sunny scowling look up
Who lush gardens too. emerald
Horizontal bamboo leaf cover complete typeface
Cloudy Wind wind street style rattan
Corn sad waters lay flowers
Moon River boat dock that anyone beans
Keep carrying moon tonight
Mo hotel guest distance distance
White shirt so you do not look out
Here's smog blurred image
Who knew the salty one
And then, Hue, intact, the waterfront with her laundry mats, with a smile so beautiful, so poetic. Dong Khanh school yard there flying white butterfly. And that dream University ports deep blue. There, intact, when we about. And then, Hanoi West Lake, Truc Bach Lake, the path Co Ngu childhood dreaming pupil. Quan Thanh temple there. And then Ngoc Son Temple, The Huc Bridge, Hoan Kiem Lake, Turtle Tower. And that area Vo Van Mieu, One Pillar Pagoda. 36 streets that also ...
And native Vietnam. Intact. If we do not forget and do not ever lose the people of Vietnam, though it reaches the end expatriation injustice. Vietnam forever. Vietnam forever ...
I'm from a countryside. I have to go to Ho Chi Minh City in order to learn. I have been living here for 2 years. And I see differ between the City and countryside.As you know the Saigon City has always been known to be a place of crowded and noisy as opposed to the countryside, where is a place of peace and quiet. It's too quiet to hear birdsong.Life in the city is full of activity. Early in the morning everybody rush out of their homes. Start a new day with a coffee. Soon the streets are full of traffic. Shop and offices open, students go to school. The day's work begins.
I was born in a countryside. I have never gone to big city until I was 12 years old. Last summer, I went to Ho Chi Minh city. It has another named is Sai Gon. I saw Ho Chi Minh city more crowded than countryside. Also it's noisier. I known the diffirent between the big city and the countryside. The most prominent difference are the roads and the buildings. The road in countryside is narrow. Somewhere has potholes too. But in Sai Gon is diffirent. It's larger. There are too many vehicles on the road. But many accidents or traffic jam don't happen. The traffic're very easily. What's about the buildings? The buildings are everywhere and it's very high. Specially, many equipment in big city is very modern. But the air in the big city isn't as fresh as the countryside. Many toxic of exhaust fumes from the factories ỏ public transport make the air become pollution. However, everyone who live in Ho Chi Minh city are kind and friendly. Their life is so comfortable and convinient. They go to work by car. And they look luxurious. I love Sai Gon very much.
Đó là ý kiến của mình nha!!! ^^
