Nhuan LeXuan Poems
|121.||Hot Tears For Dad||6/17/2015|
|122.||My Life For My Mom's Laughter||5/8/2005|
|124.||In The Morning Wind||6/25/2019|
|126.||The Six-Year-Old Girl||5/23/2018|
|128.||The Right To Vote||10/22/2004|
|129.||Grant Me A Smile||12/2/2004|
|130.||My Old Age||11/24/2015|
|131.||Under The Purple Flowers||11/4/2004|
Comments about Nhuan LeXuan
“Parents’ merits like the sky and the sea always remain,
But children’s repayment is about to boast and complain.”
That is the abounding habit of behavior so bad:
How such feeling is depressed! How such way is sad!
Who gave birth to you, do you have the heart to forget?
Who brought you up, how can you have neglected as yet?
Fathers’ flesh-and-blood love, one should not ignore.
Of Mothers’ dedication, nobody should think no more.
Nurturance does not naturally care about nescience,
But one ought not to slight any emotional experience:
Since being born, the ...
I only wish
You were a flower:
I pin you on my pocket, close to my heart,
To cherish your fragrance; above all you tower.
I only wish
You were dew:
On my long road, in unfavorable weather,
I am wet with frost; I bathe in you.