THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 8 NUMBER 1
Làm cây thông đứng giữa trời mà reo
Giữa trời vách đá cheo leo
Ai mà chịu rét thì trèo với thông”
But a pine tree under the sky,
Under the sky, by the steep cliffs
Who’d brave the cold to stand with the pine)
No, to be an evergreen pine standing
in one place on the mountain was too lonesome. NgocLan
changed her mood,
And to roam
All corners of the sky”
I will drive
A chariot of
Be my heart,
The Party disciplines, the Government manages, the People own.
Nothing is more precious than Independence and Freedom.
Economical, Honest and Just.
“Lord, the rain here is endless. Just sitting around and watching the rain makes me homesick.”
“We are in the rainy season. But it’s quite strange this year! Usually in Saigon, we have huge rainstorms. They come and go, not dragging on like this. Maybe God despairs as we do—“
The woman realized her slip too late.
She stood up, pretending to pour more tea.
“I know the people of the South are
not yet used to the new regime, and there is still much bitterness. But the
difficulties that you are facing are only temporary.”
“You see, even the people in the North have obstacles to face, not just you. Like me, for example. I was very good in school, but the only way for me to advance myself is through the police force.”
“Why don’t you apply to go abroad to study?”
“Goodness! Only the children of the big fishes in the Party can go abroad. My father is a Party member, but he is among the ranks of the lowly shrimp, so what does it matter?”
Nhi stared at the wristwatch for a moment and burst out joyfully,
“A lot of the other Northerners and I came here to liberate the people from the domination of the American imperialists. But we truly did not know that the Southerners were so prosperous. I think this time, it is more correct to say that it is the Northerners who are being liberated…”
He shivered and ch