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Hanh Hao Calls Upon the Cold Wind, Khê fragrant with Mustard Greens by the Dyke Releasing Its Soul. The boat awaits guests by the river, I return to the promised pier but find no one.

Love Amidst the Mustard Flower Season

Every mustard flower season blooms in vibrant yellow, evoking memories of countless days of happiness. Deeply engraved in memory are the first love and you arrived amidst the winter. After work, waiting by the riverbank, a young soldier returns home for Tet. Beautiful love so intense and passionate, vows to bind us for a hundred years. Once again, he leaves to heed the call of the homeland. For the day when love blooms and bears fruit. Each evening by the river brings yearning, awaiting his return amidst the golden mustard flowers. So we may return to share one roof, as beautiful and enduring as the bond between tree and soil!

Sitting by the riverbank, amidst the blooming cabbage flowers, she reminisces of promises made and dreams left unfulfilled.

With each golden bloom of the cabbage, she waits, though her beloved has long since departed for distant shores.

As the golden cabbage blooms under the cloudless sky, dreams of reunion adorn the tranquil riverbank.

In the solitude of the river, amidst the swaying cabbage fields, whispers of love linger in the gentle breeze.

In the heartland, amidst the golden expanse of cabbage fields...

As another season of cabbage blooms unfolds, the essence of home beckons...

In the longing for love, amidst the golden expanse of cabbage blooms...

Thinking back to the cabbage flower season, a solitary figure awaits...

Hair adorned with blossoms, lost in reverie, she gazes at the morning dew in your garden, while I await her return.

Spring has passed, and summer arrives anew, as we eagerly anticipate the long stretch of cabbage blooms.

Why do you always fancy fluttering over here?

Gently kissing the morning dew, as the cabbage blooms reminisce of someone...

Amidst the riverside, on the dry fields...

Your fragrance lingers, captivating passersby, filling hearts with eternal longing...

Stretching along the riverside,

The memories of youth linger, as we seek the cabbage flower season once more.

Once again, the season of mustard flowers,
He's been gone for so long
The evening breeze by the riverbank
Colors the mustard with rain and sunshine

I've endured so much bitterness
In the longing and waiting
How many dreams
Are filled with despair

How much anticipation
Causes pain to the heart
Life is like a sinking boat
Underneath the deep, deep sea

The love that was once intoxicating
You have to leave again
The mustard flowers are past their prime
Withering away with the years

The low evening sun
Can't express anything else
I'm in a state of loneliness
Like faded mustard flowers.

Poetry by: Tran Van De

January, mustard flowers gently release their golden glow
Butterflies dance with the wind welcoming the new season
Bees, drunk on honey, forget their way home
The riverbank is quiet, the ferryboat rests

January, mustard flowers, did you forget, my dear?
The leaves, the figure, the rosy cheeks
Bidding farewell to the little sister with warm lips
And the clouds blending with the scent of love

January, mustard flowers, spring returns home
You stroll into the garden, catching dewdrops
Spring love has blossomed, why haven't you, my love?
Shall we turn flowers into butterflies, our story?

January, mustard flowers, scattered along the river
I returned too late, missing our love and longing
The old dock still reminisces, with a lingering scent
You've stepped into spring, must marry, they said

January, mustard flowers, the old season in my heart
Am I now waiting for butterflies, or still longing for bees?
The old garden now stands barren of mustard
Do you still remember the days of January?

Poetry by: Nguyen Ngoc Giang

Will you come back to visit during the mustard flower season?
Where our homeland stretches along the riverbank in the winter afternoon
Do you know, now the mustard blooms
Just like in the old days, the riverbank shines gold in the wind

Do you remember, all these years, do you still remember?
Your lips red, your cheeks rosy like lipstick
I was eighteen, you sixteen, complete in our youth
Amidst the mustard leaves, we exchanged warm kisses

Do you recall, the golden, vibrant mustard flowers?
We were intoxicated with passion
Hand in hand, we walked along the riverbank
Ignoring the biting cold wind in our hearts

We parted ways, you went to a distant land
Leaving behind a person turned to stone
All these years, I've been tirelessly searching
The memories of the past have sunk to the bottom of the water

Come back, let's walk shoulder to shoulder
We'll turn back time together
Our homeland's riverbank brimming with happiness
If you don't return, I wish you peace.

Poetry by: Nguyen Dinh Huan

Saigon, January 11, 2021

Spellbound that day when I met her
In the distant golden mustard fields
She was catching butterflies, picking flowers
If only I could cross over to her side

Today, the sun dyes the silk threads golden
But why is her shadow absent, oh flower?
Or perhaps she's shy to meet me
Oh flower! Let me stand afar and admire you

Hoping tomorrow the sun will overflow again
So the white butterfly from her home will fly out
Butterfly, oh butterfly, please help me
Lead me to her home to play

Poetry by: Ta Cong Khang

April 21, 2020