Top 10 Poems Celebrating B4 Lecture Hall at Hanoi University of Languages and International Studies

Back to B4, Our Past
Poem by Tran Van Thi

Will you return to B4, our shared past?
Where we bonded through a challenging time
Evenings rushing home after class
The park waiting with rustling golden leaves.

You've gone, don't forget this place
Those years turned into memories
The school burned a few times, the winter wind blew
The wet field, slippery roads, and broken resting places.

The earthen walls echo the biting wind
Nights awake, longing for warmth
You said this place nurtured your growth
For us, the years waiting for each other.

On the school benches, dreams of the future
Aspiring to become a teacher with early teaching hours
You, restless with each page of the lesson plan
Sending your soul into the voices of young students.

You're far away, don't forget this place
The phoenix still blooms as in our first rendezvous
The cicadas call, signaling the exam season
The rhythm of the stairs, as if you're still coming to school./.

Melody of B4

Poem by Dong Van Thanh

B4, where are you, oh B4!
Suddenly, moss covers the entire sky
My verses blur with words
Etched in the heart, a chain of nostalgia.

Here, the hostel blends with lecture halls
Corridors, windows weave dreams
Whoever was once a B4 resident
Please, a silent moment to reminisce.

Still aware of the transient nature of this world
Waterfalls descend, life entrusted to the mist
B4 enters the dusty realm
Its silhouette forever lingering in the heart.

Earth's rotation marks the passage of time
Teachers, friends from the cold days
B4, a place of deep affection, profound bonds
Endless memories that never fade.

I write a poem to remind anyone
Engrave B4 in the annals of pages!
Tears choke the verses... a eulogy
Farewell B4, into the realm of wind and clouds!

D.V.T

Back to the Old School

Poem by Nguyen Lan Huong

Afternoon sun accompanies me back to the old school
Remembering the tumultuous days of being a student
Wandering to rediscover those names
Old friends?
Where are they?
Those old days?

B4, those walls covered in moss
Do you still remember the glorious days of that time?
Does the bell still ring as it did back then?
Or has it fallen into eternal silence?

Suddenly, a stir in the left chest
Somewhere, the shadows of friends and teachers
Whose pen on the window has dried up
Like a promise to return one day.

Afternoon autumn sun - I seek the time of a girl
Still here, the student years
Still filled with unforgettable memories
Old friends
Here they are
Those old days...!

Go, my love, back to the old school

Poem by Nguyen Lan Huong

Go, my love, back to the old school
The old school has now changed
B4, once familiar, now covered in moss
Eyes of a lost species seeking the scent of the past.

Go, my love, back to the past
Retrieve the poetry, the innocent verses
Regain a bit of the innocence of youth
Stroll through the deserted French Department.

Go, my love, let's return to the Language Specialization
Admire the smiles of those innocent eyes
We see our figures from that time
School days filled with enchantment.

Go, my love, let's go back to that time
Reverse time to find the old dreams....
16:51:23 07/07/15

B4 OH!

Poem by Tran Minh Van

Far away is the B4 of the past
I still remember, collecting each memory
Remembering every corner of the school yard, the rendezvous
Seeing friends looking shy, turning away.

Far away, why does the longing for strangers
Twist inside me, faulting every breath?
On those difficult days, we shared each notebook
Divided the dormitory to prevent the fire from igniting.

A morning bread turned into night
A letter contributing to the source of fuel
The first vibrations of life, how miraculous
Whose eyes looked causing blush to deepen.

B4 is far away but the longing within me
Is the baggage on the journey of my life
Burning endlessly with a desire
To return to that place, B4 OH!

B4 OH...!

Poem by Dong Van Thanh

Far away, my beloved B4...!
Moss covers a once intense time
For many decades, how can I forget
Our shared house... dormitory, lecture hall.

I stand in awe, gazing at the beloved sky
Where memories of youth are stored
Where countless generations are forged
Souls full of passion to achieve greatness.

I return to visit B4 on a nostalgic evening
So many memories engraved in recollections
During our student days with constant hunger
Living with meaningful moments, no pessimism.

Blurred eyes count the steps of the staircase
Hearing the elusive vision of a beautiful figure
Not long ago, carrying water for you
Admiring the smiling lips, flushed cheeks.

Remembering the night lurking along the corridor
Trembling hands knocking on your door..., waiting
The moonlight hiding in the clouds, heavy rain
A restless heart... nothing rash happened!

Yet it feels like I've fallen in love
Continuously soaring in the chaos of emotions
Embracing regrets and memories of the B4 days
Wishing to return once..., to the old place!

D.V.T

I CAN'T GO BACK TO B4 ANYMORE, DEAR

Poem by Do Thi Phuong Lan

I can't return to B4 anymore, dear

The old lecture hall has been demolished

Nostalgia knows no place to stop

Do all joys and sorrows still linger in the makeshift houses?

The stadium, the path covered in wild grass

All gone, replaced by new houses

Time passes, old memories fade away

Let it go, my dear, leave the past behind.

I can't hold onto so many things, can I?

Months and years pass by quickly

No more regrets for old memories

Let go of lingering thoughts... and embrace the blue sky!

I can't go back to B4 anymore, dear...!!!

DTPL (Remembering the lecture hall of HN University of Languages and International Studies.)

MEMORIES OF B4

Poem by Dong Van Thanh

Like a family, those good children

Parents far away, life is lacking

We, the B4 residents

The School of Teachers, vibrant with youthful students.

B4 diligently nurtures faith

Gathering grains of love, pushing back the waves

For the boat to sail to the vast sea, full of aspirations

Writing each page of life, shining a bright future.

B4, for a while, played the piano strings

The rhythmic beats echoed, opening the door

Musical medley, igniting a fiery soul

Forgetting the hardships, the eternal hunger and cold.

B4, early evening, the shadow of youth faintly appears

Colors of purple, red, orange... flowing through soft hair

Singing voices, laughter crisp in the dormitory

Sending affection, daydreaming... into the limitless blue sky.

B4 returns at night, buzzing with the melody of love

The gentle sounds fill the relaxed space

Who can forget, who will remember forever

The staircase sets the rhythm of steps, warming hearts.

The hallway, smooth steps of twenty-year-olds

The fragrance of magnolia delicately touches the feminine soul

Blue-eyed gaze secretly exchanges, captivating the romantic heart

B4's garden of fragrance, nurturing the seeds of love.

Gala of autumn, B4 shines like a Kieu

Recording the oath of pure young men and women

Heartfelt, intoxicated, counting stars without sleep

The lips are charmingly curved... with a soft kiss!

B4 in the winter night, like a ship

Unmooring in the midst of a sea of mist and smoke

'The student song' speaks for itself

Our group, the vitality of our twenties.

B4, far away... several decades have passed

Returning to visit, nostalgic and fond memories

The beloved past, joy and sorrow of an era

Memories rush back... the old scenes, old faces...?!

D.V.T

B4 STAIRS

Poem by Vu Xuan Lam

Which house doesn't have staircases

Let's talk about the staircases in Hanoi

Where the joys of life converge

The fortress echoes the sound of life.

This staircase is very simple

Cement steps lead me to the classroom

The architecture folds in the shape of the letter 'C'

Taking people up to the high floors in time!

Bustling moments of relaxation

Quick footsteps deepen the memories

People going down, people going up, talking and laughing

After-school stories are too delightful!

The echoing sound is the teacher's steady steps

The resonating sound signals someone's late

The cheerful sound has entered daily life

Evening comes, the janitor sweeps the trash...

The echo of the Stairs fades away

Then echoes a thousand times the memories

The echoing sound rushes in all directions

For the bridge to stretch high with endless heights!...

Vu Xuan Lam

B4 Dreams

By Nguyen Lan Huong

I can't

go back to B4 of the past
Back to the dream of a teenage girl
Can't return to the echo of the past
Hold onto time, pull back the age of youth.

B4 now is not bustling with exam seasons
Absent the laughter of innocent friends
Absent the teachers lecturing on the podium
Silenced is the bell signaling the end of class.

Can I go back to visit the old lecture halls
Continue the dream of a B4 time
Can I return amidst so many busynesses
Wake up the past in the desolation of B4.

Although nothing lasts with time
B4 will one day be just a memory
For the daughters of Ba school still love wholeheartedly
Hoping one day to continue the old dream.
13-7-2018