That's our East City.

Although not the birthplace, but the love is deep
That place - like food and drink
Give me sky… give me life…
I love the two words Thanh Dong so much.

I leisurely walked along Phu Luong bridge.
Where can I feel all the pain of a long time?
The river roars with bullets and blood
The old bridge pillar is imprinted with hatred

I walked through the intersection
Green and red lights drifting on the Sat River
Boats still go back and forth gently
Nostalgia is no longer hidden in the mud and moss

I have been through Dong My, Dong Kieu
Then Dong Thuan, Dong Quan... That's our Dong Thanh.
The Vong Cung Courtyard echoes a time of the past
To later keep remembering and longing

A place where vegetables are not buried but is extremely familiar
Give me a homeland - blood - flesh
Oh, the city that I love so much
The cradle of all dreams.

My whole life is attached to poetry
Even though hundreds of sentences, thousands of sentences, the heart still owes
The best poem is an unfinished poem.
Poem about Hai Duong city

I am fascinated by the faces of the streets
Every step is slow and hesitant
Every eye is shining brightly
For each new line of poetry, a happy line.