Mentioned because poet Pham Tien Duat is considered a poetic monument in Truong Son, a poet of the Ho Chi Minh trail during the years of fighting against America. He is even compared to the image of "the legendary firebird of Truong Son"...
Poet Pham Tien Duat (1940-2007) after graduating from Hanoi Pedagogical University joined the army and spent 8 years with Truong Son, with Group 559.
During his lifetime, Pham Tien Duat once said that his presence on the fiery Truong Son route, caught up in the fierce battle of our army and people, was a great adventure of fate.
Only here did he understand and record the beauty and power of his era through the very specific images of the driver, the volunteer girl, even the mosquito and butterfly in the forest...
Poet Nguyen Quang Thieu acknowledged that Pham Tien Duat’s poetry during his years in Truong Son was not a holy book, but something strange at that time. A unit was assigned to transport Pham Tien Duat’s poetry to that checkpoint. This unit removed explosives from a mortar shell and put Pham Tien Duat’s poetry in it and fired it at the checkpoint. This is a true story, but when retold, it became a legend.
That story is a mythical reality. It is a reality that contains the splendid magic of poetry and the spiritual life of people anywhere in the world.
Poet Vu Quan Phuong once commented: "Truong Son created Pham Tien Duat's poetry and Pham Tien Duat is also the person who brought the most Truong Son into his poetry. Talking about the topic of Truong Son fighting the Americans, people cannot forget Pham Tien Duat and Pham Tien Duat's best poetry is also in Truong Son...".
Remembering Truong Son, remembering the historic Ho Chi Minh trail, once again we read the poems of poet Pham Tien Duat, in which we cannot miss "Truong Son Dong, Truong Son Tay" - the poem considered by many to be the best of Pham Tien Duat and the best of anti-American poetry, with romantic lines: "I got in the car, the sky poured rain/ The windshield wipers chased away the nostalgia/ You went down the mountain, the sun was shining brightly/ The tree branches wiped away the private worries...".
Dear young volunteer
Maybe you love me
A girl whose face is not clearly visible
Youth company went to fill bomb craters
Your shirt seems to be the whitest
The mischievous person is easy to get along with.
Because of that I have you standing near me
You are in Thach Kim, why did you lie to me and say "Thach Nhon"?
The cunning night blocks the gaze of the escort
I put stakes around the bomb crater.
Your mouth makes you laugh out loud
Ha Tinh dialect sounds so funny
He was silent as if drifting in a lullaby.
Take advantage of the light of the lantern
He quickly looked at me and my friends all over.
Everyone looked at him curiously.
Then darkness closed into darkness
Hey, hey, listen to me.
Where will you do after this road?
I've been looking for you for a long, long time.
The Girl in Thach Kim Thach Nhon
Green towels, green towels drying in the early morning
Paper books open, white across the afternoon forest
I have traveled a lot, a lot.
Roads like new love
The land is very red and the people are very young
But I don't see you, the girl in Thach Nhon Thach Kim
Road construction teams march at night
Hoes, clanging pots and pans
Bright dawn ground
Dying horizon flare
The road in his heart is marked with footprints.
Silver hammock on the march
He tied many mahogany and guava trees
New Road and Thousands of Girls
Where are you my mischievous girl?
Dusty sky in dry season
White water stream flood season
The long night is a sleepless night
I still go, the road is still the same
"There is a magnetic bomb next to the well.
I do not wash my feet all day
The day I destroyed many time bombs
At night I dreamt that my sleep would echo through the house..."
Stories from deep memories
I love you, I love you, I love you so much...
Stop hoeing when I look back
Will be surprised: the new road we build
Has a length greater than length
Of the ancient roads left behind
How many girls will leave?
One day the road will stand alone
To leave future generations bewildered
Before the zigzag constructions on the ground.
Oh sister I have never seen clearly
Maybe you love me
From the night "Sharp Stone, Sharp Stone"
Your name has become the common name I call
I am a youth volunteer.
Truong Son Dong, Truong Son Tay
Hanging hammocks together in the Truong Son forest
Two people at two far ends
The road to battle this season is beautiful.
Truong Son Dong remembers Truong Son Tay.
A mountain range with two colors of clouds
Some places are sunny, some are rainy, the weather is different
Like you and me, like North and South
Like East and West a continuous strip of forest.
Truong Son Tay you go, I love you
It rains a lot over there, the road is full of rice
Mosquitoes fly old forest for long sleeves
All the vegetables are gone. Do you want some bamboo shoots?
I love you in the west winter
Shallow stream water, butterflies flying on rocks
I know your heart is in love with a strange land
I'm sure you're worried about the enemy's bomb shield.
He got in the car, it was raining
The wiper wipes away nostalgia
I go down the mountain, the sun is shining brightly
The branch that removes privacy.
East to west is not the mail route.
Bullet and rice transport routes
Dong Truong Son, the girl "three ready" in green shirt
West Truong Son, soldiers in blue shirts.
From where I send to where you
The armies marched into battle
Like love endless words
East Truong Son, connecting West Truong Son.
Poem about the truck squad without windows
No glass not because the car has no glass
Bombs exploded, bombs shook, glass broke and gone.
We sit leisurely in the cockpit,
Look at the ground, look at the sky, look straight.
Seeing the wind in and rubbing my bitter eyes
See the road running straight to the heart
See the stars and suddenly the bird
Like rain, like rushing into the cockpit
No glasses, yes there is dust,
Dust sprays white hair like an old man
No need to wash, puff and light a cigarette
Look at each other and laugh.
No glasses, yes wet shirt
Pouring rain, pouring rain like outside
No need to change, drive hundreds of kilometers more
The rain stopped and the wind dried it quickly.
Cars from the bomb
Came here to form a squad
Meet friends along the way
Shake hands through broken glass.
Hoang Cam's kitchen is built in the sky
Sharing chopsticks means family.
Hammock hanging precariously on the road
Go again, go again, the sky is bluer.
No glass, then the car has no lights,
No hood, scratched trunk,
The car still runs because the South is ahead,
Just have a heart in the car.
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