ráng vàng trời nắng, ráng trắng trời mưa
Golden clouds at dusk mean sun, white clouds mean rain — the herder's forecast written on the horizon.
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Golden clouds at dusk mean sun, white clouds mean rain — the herder's forecast written on the horizon.
Stinging like a fiddler-crab's pinch — smarting, raw, insistent pain.
His beard in her hand — the henpecked household's coat of arms.
This gentleman's beard held to that lady's chin — parts of two stories jammed into one; attribution scrambled.
a square peg in a round hole
Slack as spilled porridge — worked to collapse, past raising one's head.
A centipede has many legs — the many-propped never topple; helpers are legs.
Pouring without sparing the dregs — emptying everything out, down to the last insult.
The teeth bite the tongue — the closest companions still wound each other.
Central Vietnamese "how come...?" — opens a puzzled or reproachful question the way standard speech uses "sao mà".
Teeth and lips in the wrong places — a face rearranged by a beating.
The Central "what's up? / how come?" — a two-word bundle of the region's question words, equivalent to standard "sao vậy".
Walking the elephant home over the ancestors' graves — importing the ruin that tramples what's most yours.
Wine from Tơ village, chess from Mộ Trạch — each place its mastery.
to be forced to do something after initially turning down a request to do that thing
Weak wine still intoxicates in quantity; a wise man's talk, however fine, palls with repetition — moderation even in eloquence.
Morning wine and midday chess — the untroubled routine of a gentleman of leisure.
Morning wine and midday tea — the leisured rounds of an idle gentleman.
Slashing one's own face to press a claim — self-inflicted injury as extortion theater.
"You free?" — the two-syllable plan-starter; everything from coffee to a favor begins here.
if people have nothing better to do, they'll do stupid or harmful things
Better thick with people than thick with weeds — land warmed by dwellers outranks land gone wild.
Thick beard, deep-set eyes — the physiognomy chart's warning entry.
Old snakes shed their skins; old men get bound in coffin-boards — renewal is the serpent's privilege, not ours.
A two-headed snake — an ally facing both ways.
A snake without its head — a force that collapses the moment its leader falls.
Hard as a nail — rigid to the point of ringing.
Snakes and centipedes crawl in, toads and frogs crawl out — species that cannot share a burrow.
The snake passes, the track stays — every passage leaves its signature.
'That-which-thus-however' — the connective mush of a speech that circles and never lands.
Cheap for cash, dear on credit — the two prices every stall really keeps.
A centipede has many legs — the well-connected never lack support.
Tuber roots and creeper vines — kinship's tangle, connection by every underground runner.
Tangled as chive soup — a snarl no chopstick sorts out.
lively and vigorous
A dragon beached in a dry pool, sunning its whiskers — your story hides its head and shows its tail — grandeur stranded, and a lie showing its seams.
A golden dragon bathing in a stagnant pond — the able person stuck among fools, and chafing.
someone of high status has paid a visit to someone of low status
A mended basket lashed to a mended sieve — two previously-married people patching a life together.
completely empty
Legs stretched wide and free — utterly unconstrained, with room to move at last.
Shivering at wind, flinching from dew — too timid to venture a hand's-breadth.
Heart falls right out — mostly a swoon (unbearable cuteness or charm), occasionally a genuine jump-scare drop.
Tortoise-necked — shrinking back from every approach.
Off to the sea for crabs — grab the crab, it pinches; grab the turtle, it swims — the comedy of inept effort.
Off together to transplant and plow — hardship now, ease someday: shallow field above, deep field below, husband plowing, wife transplanting, buffalo harrowing — the family economy in one scene.
The forest has veins and walls have ears — before those inside are clear, those outside already know.
The forest of letters, the ocean of sages — fathomless; skip the learning young and grope for it old.
golden forests and silver seas
Washing your face with a toothpick — hygiene in name only.
A slipped foot, a missed step — one stumble, and the path is a different one.
to fall into misfortune, especially with one's loss of asset
Off by a hair, astray by a thousand miles — precision's compound interest, in the negative.
Life is a lodging, death the return — we are clay on loan, homeward bound.
Start trouble and trouble starts — incidents breed in whichever hand stirs them.
Live rightly, die peacefully — the calm death is prepaid by the decent life.
Parents make the child, not its heart; the buffalo, not its horns — nature issues what nurture never ordered.
Stars crowded, rain; stars sparse, sun — the night sky as almanac.
Northern "what's the matter?" — same caring question as "sao vậy", wearing its Northern particle.
"What's wrong? / why?" — the concern-question; Southern "vậy" where the North asks "sao thế".