da bọc xương
nothing but skin and bones; mere bag of bones
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nothing but skin and bones; mere bag of bones
Toad-skin wrapping tapioca-white, wrapping a coal-black heart — the longan riddle; appearances nested three layers deep.
Tough as an old mooring rope — chewy, stubborn, unbreakable.
Stuck like lacquer — an attachment nothing peels.
Clingy as a starved leech — attachment that feeds as it holds.
reputation is well merited
to be fitting and proper; to be perfectly justified or deserved
famous sights and beautiful landscapes; splendid tourist attractions
A name that shakes the air — renown that resounds far and wide.
A soiled name has no ransom — reputation, once fouled, is past buying back.
The areca knife slits the golden betel leaf; my eye slides to you and yours to me — flirtation sharp and folded as the quid itself.
A blade often honed stays sharp — practice is the whetstone of every skill.
Texting shortcut for “được” — can / OK / fine.
Deadline in hot pursuit — "dí" is the chase: the work is behind you, gaining, and your weekend is what it eats.
Wine without measure, but never to disorder — drink to your capacity's edge and not a cup past.
What is full must overflow — at the brim, stop pouring.
Waxing, waning, wearing, growing — a life keeps the moon's four seasons.
Overacting the moment — performing emotions several sizes too deep for the occasion, on camera or off.
The face submits, the heart does not — obedience worn on the features and nowhere else.
Change the soil, the same nature — the worthy stay worthy wherever transplanted.
Vulgar expletive initialism (đ* má) — “damn it / f—”. Extremely common online as pure exclamation; still an obscenity.
Texting shortcut for “dễ thương” — cute, adorable.
Idle hands, drifting mouth — living loose on play and scrounged meals.
Each meets the match fate kept — marriages arrive by their own appointment.
The lute-and-zither bond — a marriage in true harmony.
The zither-and-lute bond — a couple in close, harmonious love.
Climbing a tree to catch fish — seeking where the sought has never lived.
a long back wastes cloth
Thick at eating, thin at working — greedy at the table, lazy at the task.
A half-season player — someone performing the high-roller lifestyle on a starter budget; the image is rented, the swagger borrowed.
To the people, food comes first — a state that would keep its people must first keep them fed.
The people stand level with the people — under the law all heads are black and all blood red.
The people are round timber — rolled whichever way the roller pleases; a ruler's cynical geometry.
A heaven-and-earth character — reckless past persuading, answerable to sky alone.
A gentle jab at the terminally un-trendy: someone who lives on Zalo — the workhorse chat app of parents and office groups — instead of TikTok or Threads, and so misses every new meme and slang wave.
A cruel daughter-in-law loses the clan — one harsh bride and the family scatters.
A kind daughter-in-law beats a daughter; a kind son-in-law beats a son — goodness upgrades the in-law past the blood.
A gentle daughter-in-law is a daughter; a devoted son-in-law is a son — kindness makes the in-law kin.
The daughter-in-law is a daughter; the son-in-law is a guest — the asymmetry of in-law belonging.
A cord stretched taut is soonest snapped — gentleness lasts; rigidity breaks.
distant blood tie
The sand-crab rolls its pellets in the eastern sea — endless toil, and not one grain of credit to keep.
A mother's sister loves the child as her own — should the mother be lost, on whom else would the child lean.
Shrinking from wind, shy of dew — the sheltered timidity of a classical maiden.
Mushy as fermented rice-mash — dissolved past shape.
To get caught in a scandal — the stain sticks to you once your misstep hits the feed.
Rivers and seas can be sounded, but who breaks off a ruler for the human heart — the one depth without a gauge.
Each line breeds its own kind — tiger fathers, tiger sons.
Fry trailing their mother — the small following the parent fin to fin.
Force stops short of heaven, stubbornness short of reason — neither might nor obstinacy outlasts what's right.
Let them talk crooked or slanted — my heart stands firm as a three-legged trivet — constancy that gossip cannot tip.
Wherever you travel, up-country or down, remember the Ancestor Festival on the tenth of the third month — the Hùng Kings' day binding all Vietnamese.
Upstream or down, the rice-ball wrapped in cọ leaf marks the Sông Thao native — identity carried in a packed lunch.
The mallet drives the chisel, the chisel bites the timber — work passed link by link down the line until it lands.
soonish; in the coming days
Making peace is treasured.
Take harmony as the treasure — concord above winning, in every shared roof and market.
Take farming as the foundation — of the four estates, the plow feeds the other three.
Flight is the best of the thirty-six stratagems — when all plans fail, the one that saves you is leaving.
"The best way to deal with an opponent is to fight back with similair weapons or tactics.".