Gone the Scholar’s Day

Gone the Scholar’s Day

Gone was the noted scholar’s day! Where does his soul now stay? (from Vu Dinh Lien’s poem Ong Do (Scholar) (Dec 10, 2017)

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Blood is thicker

  Oct 22, 2017
Thuc was cooking a white fish with a little vegetable oil, a table spoon of sugar and some crushed garlic. “I need these additives to make the dish tasty” he whispered to himself. He stirred the contents round and round. Half an hour later, he had made a light-yellow gruel.  

The rosy heart-shaped orchids

  Oct 07, 2017
At half past six in the morning, the piano teacher was woken up by the ear-splitting funeral music on the ground floor.  

The Ghost of Gold

  Oct 01, 2017
The trading platform I used to operate 23 hours a day with the software mt4. It attracts investors through leverage; if an investor is wise enough, the leverage will be their advantage, bringing profits when they have good luck. But the wise investor will never be distracted by the leverage.  

The Orange Peel

  Sep 24, 2017
It was about half past eight in the evening. The only bakery in the little town was almost closed. To, the shop owner, and his assistant stayed back to lock up when all the other employees had left. To’s wife lay in bed on the first floor with the flu. While To was taking the rubbish out he saw a young man of about twenty with short hair, in summer clothing that seemed rather unfashionable, slowly approaching him.  

The broken hearts

  Sep 16, 2017
Getting up, Mien looked out of the window. The dim sunbeams piercing the thick clouds did nothing to warm the November morning. 

No connections

  Sep 09, 2017
Thoa’s mother nagged her all the way home. When she met any of her relatives, she also complained, “Nobody here talks to me. Have they all turned dumb?”  

A gunshot

  Sep 03, 2017
While walking through the cave suddenly I saw a ferocious-looking hunter a few metres in front of me. He had unkempt hair, a bushy beard and hairy arms, with a gun in hands aimed at me. I hid behind a tree trunk, frightened to death.  

The Ghost of Gold

  Aug 20, 2017
The trading platform I used to operate 23 hours a day with the software mt4. It attracts investors through leverage; if an investor is wise enough, the leverage will be their advantage, bringing profits when they have good luck. But the wise investor will never be distracted by the leverage.  

The dead peach blossoms

  Aug 06, 2017
Returning home after a busy afternoon in the peach field, my father wearily sat down on the wooden plank bed and rubbed the dirt off his trousers.  

A love song in a deserted garden

  Jul 30, 2017
I am a songwriter and she is a singer with the sweetest voice. We once tried to come together but everything was against us. After that, we lived far from each other for a decade.  

Milk flower

  Jul 23, 2017
I finished my breakfast at 8 o’clock with a cup of coffee and the sonata Moonlight. Then I began my working day by reading a scientific report “The Preservation of National Cultural Heritage”. But I could not continue as I was struck by a sneezing fit. I stood up and walked toward the window, looking down onto the street. It was already autumn and Hanoi was drenched in golden sunlight that reflected off the young, nubile students in elegant áo dài dresses.  

The last river boat service

  Jul 09, 2017
Dan Nam is a river passenger boat that sails from Thuong Dan to Xuyen Nam. When Trieu Tai began working on it as a ticket seller, the boat was decades old.  

Our Founding Fathers

  Jun 18, 2017
For a whole year, whenever Hung, a doctor, worked a night shift, his wife Ngoc would also be away from home, but Hung’s aunt Hai wasn’t worried about that. 

Great foresight

  Jun 11, 2017
The weather forecast said that today’s temperature might hit 39 degrees Celsius and that it was the hottest spell in the year of our lord 2016. Worse still ,a power cut plunged the whole town of Đong Thinh into darkness. In the daytime, the eternal hum of the cicadas made the atmosphere even stuffier.