Top 8 Most Beautiful Poems about the Traditional Lunar New Year in Hanoi

The scent of young green rice still lingers, even though the season has passed.

The cranes have flown away, their wings fading in the sky.

Your dress, so blue, moves gently through the alley,

Carrying with it the nostalgia of distant rivers and lakes.

The chilly winds have arrived, and the streets are bustling,

People rushing out to greet the spring breeze,

As you walk towards the dawn of spring,

I stand, lost, searching for the fading light.

Late for the New Year's Eve, I can't make it home in time,

I pluck a lonely night-blooming flower,

Leaving the old year behind as the new one begins,

A flower that blooms too late, yet no one notices.

The peach blossoms along the street announce the arrival of spring,

The pink robes pass by, silently calling to one another,

Hanoi seems to have stopped feeling the cold,

And the night-blooming flower awakens from a dream.

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Has spring arrived in Hanoi yet?

I return to the breeze sweeping across the sky.

The Red River, suddenly crimson like it was in the past,

Half nostalgia, half distant longing.

The evening shadows stretch over West Lake,

Clouds mix with smoke, smoke mingles with clouds.

Spring flutters by, like a shy girl,

The gentle sunlight caresses her, her cheeks blushing softly.

I follow the path to find you in the distant streets,

There you are, dressed in red, blooming like a flower.

The rooftops gleam with fresh red tiles,

The sunset sparkles on the homes below.

We are together now, my dear,

In Hanoi's spring, cold as the touch of cream,

The peach blossoms lean gently, kissed by the wind,

The light rain falls, dampening the cold steps.

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The sky is dim and the rain falls lightly,

The spring air tingles the skin,

Older men, with scarves around their necks,

Casually discuss the art of making sticky rice cakes.

The apricot branches barely open their eyes,

Scattered peach blossoms start to bloom,

The kumquat trees shine with a golden hue,

The spring garden hums with excitement.

The streets become busier - the Tet rush is near,

Goods from all directions flood into the market,

Yet, the Sword Lake remains timeless,

Veiled in mystery in the early morning mist.

On pink paper, faint traces of ancient spirits appear,

Old souls seem to resurface with divine strokes,

The pen moves with elegance,

Writing boldly under the vast blue sky.

Author: Thi Ngau

Hanoi in the final days of the year
The Red River is cold, the northern wind blows
The people's hearts are filled with excitement
As carts hustle to deliver goods to the city.

Every street is adorned with red flags
Hanoi eagerly awaits Tet
Flower streets are bursting with colors
With branches of peach and apricot trees.

Everything is in a hurry, Hanoi is drenched in rain
As if spring is coming fast
As if afraid time will slip away
Hanoi remains awake all night, full of warmth.

The old quarter is lively, bustling by Hoan Kiem Lake
The Turtle Tower glows brightly as Tet approaches
Oh Hanoi, people moving in every direction
Shopping for Tet, welcoming the spring.

Smiling faces, eyes sparkling with joy
Oh, it's like a festival day
We meet smiles that are as bright as the sun
Couples buy peach blossoms and kumquats by West Lake.

Children carry gifts with innocence in their eyes
Excited like the first day of school
Gifts to thank, as the long year comes to an end
Full of warmth and nostalgia from the old days.

People rush through the rain
Bringing Hanoi back to their hometowns to celebrate Tet
Gifts from the capital, branches of deep-red apricot trees
Oh Tet is here, Hanoi is ours.

Author: Ta Thang Hung

Hanoi, in the morning, holds hope and ambition
Spring arrives with flags fluttering in the air
The city grows day by day
Festivals bring joy to the hearts of the people.
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HANOI shines with blooming flowers at Tet
Suburban areas weave the threads of life
It’s the dream of love igniting
With admiration for the Party, bringing warmth to life.

HOPE for a bright future as Bác’s teachings guide the Party
The people desire a pure life
ASPIRATIONS for happiness and beauty
With the joyful Mậu Quý season marking the goal ahead.

Spring fills the country with joy
At Ba Dinh, everyone holds firm belief
The stars shine, expanding the vision
Flags flutter widely, echoing the shape of our Leader.

The flag of the Nation stays forever bright
FLYING through time, in love and devotion
The capital grows stronger each day
Festivals bring joy, filling hearts with passion.

09/01/2023

Author: Nghia Cong Boi.

Hanoi enters spring with light rain falling

The streets are crowded, bustling with people

The trees and fruits grow in harmony

From all corners, people return to celebrate Tet with the Capital...

The train departs, a feeling of nostalgia lingering

Saying goodbye to a friend heading home for the holiday

The cold air lingers, and this year’s peach blossoms bloom late

New pink buds appear at the tip of the branches...

With a heavy heart, I gaze at the red kumquat branches

In the Quang Ba afternoon, gardens fill with the fragrance of flowers

The narcissus flowers bloom in the cold

Threads of emotions drift, trembling gently...

The small streets are suddenly vibrant

The old traditions hide in every red couplet

The camellia pots are still shy, waiting for the New Year to bloom...

The last night of the year, magical and glowing

Red fireworks light up the city sky

As we welcome the New Year, I give you a small sprig of luck

By the temple door, you draw a fortune slip, wishing for love...

Spring has arrived (though I didn’t have time to speak)

The promise of a new year ahead

Spring’s kiss, oh, do not reveal it too soon

So that tomorrow, our eyes will gleam with joy...

Author: Duan Hong

As the New Year draws near

The old quarter transforms into a Tet market

From Quan Thanh to Dong Xuan

To Hang Gai, Hang Luoc

The streets bustle with people

As crowds jostle and flowers fill the air.

Even the narrow alleys

Glow with vibrant colors and song

Mr. Hang Ma gazes out

A sky filled with blooming peach blossoms

Miss Hang Su greets with charm

Her invitation, so enchanting.

Elegant orchid pots sway

The elderly man looks on, mesmerized

Golden chrysanthemums shimmer

The elderly woman buys offerings for the temple.

A couple sways together

Carrying a branch of peach blossoms for the holiday

The young man’s gaze is tender

The woman’s smile is sparkling

Golden kumquat pots weigh heavy with fruit

Young people chat noisily.

Balloon vendors surround

Children laugh and shout

A young poet strolls by

Penning verses in the flower market

Lost among the ornamental trees

His spirit soars, drifting far away

Each year, when Tet is spent away from home

I long for Hanoi

Oh, Old Quarter’s flower market

How nostalgic it feels!

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One afternoon, wandering the streets

People and cars squeezed in tight layers

The smoke, the honking horns, the noise

As if lost, falling into nostalgia!

Hanoi lives in every breath I take

My streets, my narrow alleys

The old banyan tree in front of my door

Fresh buds sprouting, spring showing off its new clothes.

Hanoi lingers in my heart, deeply

Its simple elegance, refined and noble

How familiar the people were back then

Soft words, sincere thoughts, gentle minds.

Hanoi welcomes spring, and I tell the tale

Firecrackers pop, peach blossoms bloom, beautiful couplets

My grandparents, along with the family

In the old tradition, we visit for Tet wishes.

Hanoi, through the rise and fall of the nation

I can never forget that corner, that row of trees

The sound of the streetcar bells, so nostalgic!

Oh, the streetcars! How I long for them.

If someone were to ask about old Hanoi today

I would say, it's a heart full of love

All my friends would say the same

We love Hanoi – with an immense pride.

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