{"id":7938,"date":"2022-07-12T07:00:33","date_gmt":"2022-07-12T14:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/?p=7938"},"modified":"2024-10-07T09:48:10","modified_gmt":"2024-10-07T15:48:10","slug":"thong-diep-mua-thu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/?p=7938","title":{"rendered":"Th\u00f4ng \u0110i\u1ec7p M\u00f9a Thu"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"trangkhuyet\"<\/p>\n

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tr\u0103ng thu soi r\u1ef1c r\u1ee1
\nm\u1ecdi ng\u00f5 t\u1ed1i cu\u1ed9c \u0111\u1eddi
\nt\u00f4i nh\u1ee7 l\u00f2ng m\u1edf c\u1eeda ra ph\u01a1i
\ncho th\u1ed5n th\u1ee9c tr\u00e0n ra ngo\u00e0i khung c\u1eeda
\nbi\u1ebft xu\u00e2n t\u00f4i s\u1ebd kh\u00f4ng quay v\u1ec1 n\u1eefa
\nth\u00f4i c\u0169ng \u0111\u00e0nh vui v\u1edbi l\u00e1 v\u00e0ng t\u01b0\u01a1i<\/p>\n

nghe ti\u1ebfng gi\u00f3 thu c\u01b0\u1eddi
\nr\u01b0\u1ee3t nhau qua th\u1ec1m v\u1eafng
\ntr\u0103ng tr\u00ean cao nghi\u00eang m\u00ecnh soi t\u0129nh l\u1eb7ng
\n\u0111\u00eam m\u01a1 m\u00e0ng trong h\u1ea1nh ph\u00fac m\u00eanh m\u00f4ng
\nh\u1ed3n ch\u01a1i v\u01a1i mu\u00f4n nh\u1ea1c kh\u00fac \u1edf trong l\u00f2ng
\nnghe c\u1ea3 ti\u1ebfng th\u1eddi gian \u0111i ch\u1eadm l\u1ea1i<\/p>\n

\u201cnh\u1eefng ng\u00e0y x\u01b0a th\u00e2n \u00e1i\u201d
\ngi\u1edd \u0111\u00e3 gh\u00e9 n\u01a1i \u0111\u00e2u
\nkh\u00fac thu x\u01b0a \u0111\u1ea7y r\u1eaby nh\u1eefng s\u1eafc m\u00e0u
\ntr\u00ean hoa l\u00e1, tr\u00ean tu\u1ed5i th\u01a1 b\u1eebng s\u00e1ng
\nchi\u1ebfc l\u00e1 thu cong m\u00ecnh nh\u01b0 l\u00e0m d\u00e1ng
\ng\u1ecdi h\u01b0\u01a1ng thu v\u1ec1 b\u00ean b\u1ee5i c\u00fac v\u00e0ng<\/p>\n

thu th\u1ef1c s\u1ef1 \u0111\u00e3 sang
\nl\u00e1 r\u00ec r\u00e0o t\u00e2m s\u1ef1
\ntr\u01b0\u1edbc bi\u1ec7t ly s\u1ee5t s\u00f9i bu\u1ed3n, tr\u00f9ng tr\u00ecnh do d\u1ef1
\nchia tay r\u1ed3i gi\u00f3 s\u1ebd cu\u1ed1n v\u1ec1 \u0111\u00e2u
\nt\u1ef1a \u0111\u1ea7u nhau k\u1ec3 chuy\u1ec7n su\u1ed1t canh th\u00e2u
\nl\u00e0m sao bi\u1ebft ng\u00e0y mai c\u00f3 c\u00f2n nhau khi m\u1eb7t tr\u1eddi lay g\u1ecdi<\/p>\n

\u00e1nh tr\u0103ng thu soi r\u1ecdi
\n\u0111\u00eam se l\u1ea1nh v\u00f4 t\u00ecnh
\nt\u00f4i c\u0169ng ch\u1edd \u0111\u1ec3 \u0111\u01b0\u1ee3c h\u1ed3i sinh
\nm\u01a1 tr\u1edf l\u1ea1i b\u1ebfn \u0111\u00f2 tr\u0103ng n\u0103m c\u0169
\ncu\u1ed9c s\u1ed1ng n\u00e0y \u0111\u00e3 cho t\u00f4i th\u1eeba \u0111\u1ee7
\nc\u1ea3 kh\u1ed5 \u0111au l\u1eabn h\u1ea1nh ph\u00fac bao l\u1ea7n<\/p>\n

r\u1eddi r\u1ea1c ti\u1ebfng kh\u00e1nh ng\u00e2n
\n\u0111\u00eam tr\u1edf m\u00ecnh v\u1ed9i v\u00e3
\nb\u00f3ng c\u00e2y nghi\u00eang v\u00e0 con tr\u0103ng c\u0169ng ng\u1ea3
\nr\u1ea5t v\u00f4 t\u00e2m che khu\u1ea5t ch\u1ed7 t\u00f4i ng\u1ed3i
\nr\u1ea5t t\u1ef1 nhi\u00ean tim \u0111\u1eadp nh\u1ecbp b\u1ed3i h\u1ed3i
\ntr\u0103ng ng\u1ea3 b\u00f3ng nh\u01b0 \u0111\u1eddi t\u00f4i ng\u1ea3 b\u00f3ng
\nt\u00f4i c\u1ed1 b\u00e1m v\u00e0o s\u1ef1 mong manh v\u00e0 ni\u1ec1m hy v\u1ecdng
\nnh\u01b0 \u00e1nh tr\u0103ng khuya v\u1eabn l\u00f3ng l\u00e1nh \u1edf l\u01b0ng \u0111\u1ed3i<\/p>\n

t\u00f4i nh\u00ecn tr\u0103ng, tr\u0103ng c\u0169ng nh\u00ecn t\u00f4i
\nv\u00e0 c\u00f9ng l\u00fac quay nh\u00ecn c\u00e2y c\u1ecf
\nt\u1ea5t c\u1ea3 l\u1eb7ng y\u00ean \u0111\u1ec3 nghe ti\u1ebfng gi\u00f3
\nngang qua c\u00e0nh g\u1eedi th\u00f4ng \u0111i\u1ec7p m\u00f9a thu<\/p>\n

M\u00f9a tr\u0103ng th\u00e1ng 8\/2015<\/em>
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\n<\/p>\n

Autumn Message<\/p>\n

Translated by Vuong Thanh<\/em><\/strong>
\n<\/br><\/p>\n

The autumn moon shines brightly,
\nIlluminating every dark corner of life.
\nI told myself to open my heart wide,
\nLetting all my poignant feelings out the door.
\nKnowing my spring will never return,
\nI resign to finding joy in the bright yellow leaves.<\/p>\n

Hearing the sound of autumn wind laughing,
\nChasing each other across the empty terrace.
\nThe moon high above tilts down in silence,
\nThe night softly dreams in boundless happiness.
\nMy soul drifts in the thousands of melodies within,
\nEven hearing time slowing its flow.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose cherished days of the past,\u201d
\nWhere have they gone now?
\nAutumn\u2019s old melodies are filled with vibrant hues,
\nOn flowers, on leaves, on the bright days of youth.
\nA curled autumn leaf, as if posing,
\nCalls the scent of autumn to the yellow chrysanthemum.<\/p>\n

Autumn has truly arrived,
\nThe leaves rustle with stories.
\nBefore the farewell, they weep in sadness,
\nLingering, hesitating to part.
\nOnce separated, where will the wind carry them?
\nThey lean on each other, sharing tales through the night.
\nWho knows if we\u2019ll still have each other tomorrow when the sun stirs us awake?<\/p>\n

The autumn moonlight shines,
\nThe night grows cold and indifferent.
\nI wait, too, for my chance to be reborn,
\nDreaming of returning to the old moonlit ferry.
\nThis life has already given me more than enough,
\nBoth suffering and happiness, many times over.<\/p>\n

The chime\u2019s sound fades,
\nThe night turns restlessly.
\nThe tree\u2019s shadow leans, and the moon tilts, too,
\nCarelessly covering where I sit.
\nSo naturally, my heart beats with anticipation,
\nAs the moon\u2019s shadow tilts like the course of my life.
\nI cling to fragility and hope,
\nLike the late-night moon still glimmering on the hillside.<\/p>\n

I gaze at the moon, and the moon gazes at me,
\nThen, together, we look back at the trees and grass.
\nEverything falls silent to listen to the wind,
\nPassing through the branches, sending autumn\u2019s message.<\/p>\n

<\/br><\/br><\/p>\n

Message of the Fall
\nTranslated by Tr\u1ea7n Ng\u1ecdc D\u1ee5ng<\/em><\/strong>
\n<\/br> <\/p>\n

the bright autumn and full luna
\nshining on all the dark trails,
\nI tell myself to bare my heart
\nletting my feelings thrill
\nas spring\u2019s gone and fall yellow leaves fill.<\/p>\n

catching the laughs of the fall breezes
\nthat chase one another on the empty doorsteps
\nthe moon high above slants itself in silence
\na dreamy night submerges in vast bliss
\nthe soul pitches helplessly in the music of the sea
\nand time seems to pace slowly, slowly<\/p>\n

\u201cthe days of love and dear\u201d
\nthat disembark somewhere near
\na stanza of the old fall full of colors
\nalight on flowers, leaves, and rising youngster
\na yellow leaf curls itself as if to lay the dandy
\nand calls fall fragrance to come to a bush of daisy<\/p>\n

fall has truly come
\nrustling leaves unbosom their sentiments
\nas to part the present with sadness and reluctance
\nafter parting, where would the wind advance
\nlet\u2019s not waste our time, as we should bare our hearts
\nfor tomorrow does not tell us whether we\u2019re still together.<\/p>\n

the moonlight is still shining
\nbut the night is heartlessly cold
\nas I patiently wait to be reincarnated
\nin a dream of coming back to the waterfront of the old-day
\nand I\u2019ve gotten enough of what I have
\nboth miseries and happiness.<\/p>\n

slowly, slowly, a stone chime resounds
\nas the night turns its body in a hurry
\nthe shade of a tree declines, and so does the moon\u2019s
\nnot knowing my seat has been blurred
\nmaking my heart pound at rapid rates
\nas I imagine my life\u2019s shade follows the moon\u2019s
\nbut I keep clinging to a tiny and incredible hope
\njust like the glimpse of moonlight behind a slope<\/p>\n

I look at the moon, and the moon looks at me
\nand we both turn to look at the grass and trees
\nall fall into silence to listen to the wind
\nthat skims over a tree branch with a message of the fall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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