Our ancestors
Born from a Fairy-Dragon egg sac
Brothers united in purpose, they will go to the mountains and the sea.
Muddy feet, muddy hands
Leveling mountains, digging rivers to create the Nation
The long coastline faces the waves and winds of the East Sea.
A space for survival,
A cultural space
Defining borders with tears, blood, and bones.
Dawn
Life is very simple.
Like a branch, a blade of grass
Like a mountain, a river
There is no hatred yet.
Only love,
Establishing the Hung King era
Opening of the National History.
The people of Van Lang were hardworking and thrifty.
Even with calloused hands from working in the rice paddies.
And how skillfully they pounded the flour and shaped the rice cakes!
Arranging green banana leaves to wrap banh chung (Vietnamese rice cakes) for Tet.
The beginning of the Vietnamese countryside.
And so it continued over time.
The population increased thanks to rice and potatoes.
People grew up making bronze plowshares.
Crafting bronze arrows to guard mountains and rivers.
Keep lullabies that give wings to the soul.
Creating the cultural roots of the nation.
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The Hung Kings era - a glorious time.
The resounding sound of bronze drums heralds joyful days.
Infused with the rich aroma of ripening rice.
The peach blossoms unfurl their petals, displaying their beauty in the spring.
So gentle, but when a different tone is needed...
A thousand years later, it will turn the enemy's hair gray.
Oh, how the fate of a nation shifts like the changing of stars, how things transform!
The stage of history keeps turning.
The name of the country Van Lang is put at the end.
by the well of destiny
Thuc Phan declared himself King.
The country's name became Âu Lạc.
Thanks to the hands of the people, which are like divine hands.
Building the ancient capital of Co Loa
Spiral walls
Traces of pride and bitterness from thousands of years
The Au Lac Kingdom was unjustly lost.
in the love story of My Chau and Trong Thuy
Sugared goose feathers
marking the nation's suffering.
The first time there was no water supply in Phan Ngung.
The Lesson of the Magic Crossbow
Thousands of years of turmoil
I can't be like My Chau, blindly in love back then.
To make the country dependent for a thousand years
Determined not to let a goose feather fall again.
From the mainland to the islands of our homeland
The power of the people's will is like a divine crossbow.
The eternal strategy for preserving the nation is to care for its people.
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An ancient legend - Saint Giong
It's mine, unlike the Greeks.
Superman
Neither standing above nor standing outside.
Very close to the people, like bamboo groves and corn kernels.
My mother and relatives from the village are still here.
Supported and helped by the people.
Rising up with the strength of the people.
Defeat the Yin invaders, save the country.
Win.
Ascending to Heaven
Disregarding fame, fortune, and power.
Oh, the mindset of the people from time immemorial!
bright, pure star
The story of Saint Gióng: A poem of character!
For thousands of years, it has taught countless people.
The mirror of fragrance shines brightly for a thousand years without ceasing.
(Excerpt from Sound of the Land, Hanoi 2010)
Author:Pham Xuan Hang
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