When The Prison Doors Are Opened, The

Write In Such A Way As That You Can Be Readily Understood By Both The Young And The Old, By Men As Well As Women, Even By Children.

I'm Very Moved To Be Here Today, ... Our Lives Are Now Much Better, But Vietnam Remains A Very Poor Country. We Need To Work Much Harder.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.

The Rice Grain Suffers Under The Blow Of The Pestle. But Admire Its Whiteness Once The Order Is Over. So It Is With Men And The World We Live In. To Be A Man One Must Suffer The Blows Of Misfortune.

Today We Should Make Poems Including Iron And Steel And The Poet Should Know How To Lead An Attack.