Thuốc bà thủy

I stand by this rivernOn the other side of the enemy fieldnMy village is dark and stainednTre frown sad wet hair dreaming dewnThe color of the lime-green moon glued on the wallsnGlutinous rice in the past, what pain?nnI am a soldiernLeaving home from strolling bloodstreamnLet go of the bucket of joy back to MongolianHold your gun hiccup remember winning daynLegs are not parrots on the road ten thousand milesnWhich shirt does not fade a little old colornnI came back cold todaynDeep river sad sparkling stars sparsenI have a beautiful young wife like poetrynThe early twenties wedding ceremony flagnFragrant white cheeks fragrant ripe rice seasonnnWho has passed but never been touchednWho has left anyone to love?nI looked sad sadly at dividing embryosnI stepped forward and heard tearsnnI have a mothernThe hair has turned cottonnOld age and young centuriesnSkinny back heavy bending long lifenRain and rain from her husband's funeralnSilk withdrawn forever for wilting heartsnnOh far! My mothernLear eyes look heavenly childrennThere was suddenly awake nightnListen crispy gunfire reminds farewell:nMommy! Mother find itnEver the enemy child happy mothernnThe weather is cold this nightnDeep river happy sparkling stars sparsenTube brown pants patched GypsynProbably the gunman I dreamed about Nguyen HuenMy village is on the other side of the campnIt looked as quiet as a handful of gravesnThere is still no! Are you old mother?nMy loved ones cry far awaynnI am a soldiernFollow troops to liberate their homelandnFar-headed blue roof dust