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Uncannily lucky or unlucky — a “secret”-tier coincidence (from English “secret”).
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Uncannily lucky or unlucky — a “secret”-tier coincidence (from English “secret”).
When the wave breaks the fishing boat, others' oars beat it under — misfortune invites the pile-on.
The sticky rice failed and the puffed rice came to nothing — both attempts, one emptiness.
blood-boiling
The long river hides its fish from sight — but a fated match waits a thousand years; bank your own field, meet your own fate.
A deep river can be bridged — but who fathoms a treacherous heart — engineering ends at the human interior.
Deep rivers flow and stone wears; feasts are eaten and gone, but kindness is carved in the bone.
Deep rivers and great waves — perils and hardships that must be crossed.
The able serve those who know them; a woman adorns herself for the one who loves her — recognition is the soil of worth.
A backup or spare — originally a spare part (from French «secours»), now anyone or anything kept in reserve, including the romantic understudy kept warm in case the main relationship stalls.
choice viands; choice delicacies; luxury gourmet food
So good you could die — the cry for luck too sweet to bear.
Lose father, uncle remains — the middle link of the kin-shelter chain.
Lose father, uncle remains; lose mother, nurse at auntie's — the kin-chain that catches the orphan.
Lose the uncle, nurse at auntie's — the last link in the old chain of family shelter.
Losing mother, nursed by aunt — orphaned into the next-best arms.
Lose mother, father remains — the family's chain of shelter: father, then uncle, then aunt.
The rich eat; the poor endure — the same table, two experiences.
The blind minstrel finds a staff — the needed thing arriving in the neediest hand.
Powered off like a dead phone — a human shutting down from exhaustion: face-first into bed, unreachable till morning.
(adjective) sharp (able to cut easily)
"Almost there yet?" — the backseat question; also the standard nudge to a late friend ("sắp tới chưa đó??").
To choke on a laugh — hit so suddenly by something funny that you cough, snort, or spray your drink.
Sẽ gầy — punning slang ('will get thin') for same-sex intimacy between men.
Stray from mother and the crow carries you off — the unwatched small are the taken small.
Your fate: if not rich then poor; on Tết's eve, meat hangs in the house; you have a mother and father — mother female, father male; a spouse awaits, and your firstborn — girl if not boy — the immortal parody of fortune-tellers.
Fated rich, empty hands still prosper; fated poor, nine barns and ten buffalo still drain away — fortune as the senior partner.
Fated rich, wealth ambles up unbidden — bulging eyes were never the way to riches.
Used other than figuratively or idiomatically: see số, là.
Shocked all the way to the brain — news so wild it bypasses the heart and rattles the skull directly.
Slow living — deliberately downshifting to savor what the rush skips; the anti-hustle ideal of the wellness era.
Live or die, it's your affair — total, shameless abandonment of responsibility.
Alive, entrusting the flesh; dead, the bones — the orphan's plea for keeping, cradle to grave.
Wise in life, hallowed in death — a good soul keeps its power past the grave.
Live long enough, become the village elder — seniority as an automatic promotion.
Alive, each their own quirk; dead, each their own flaw — individuality persists to the grave and past the eulogy.
Alive, one coin lasts; dead, ten aren't enough — the funeral spends what the life saved.
Live in father's village, haunt the husband's — a woman's addresses, in life and after.
Alive, you gave them nothing to eat; dead, you lay out feasts and read odes to heaven — the verse that shames performative mourning.
To live positively — choosing the optimistic read of things; the motto version of "năng lượng tích cực".
To live in a rush — sprinting through days without tasting them; the phrase songs and essays use to diagnose modern hurry.
One mat and bed in life, one coffin in death — the marriage vow at its most absolute.
Live by the village, shine by the nation — belonging local, honor national.
The jellyfish never jumps the weir — children do not overleap their parents' word.
Sallow face, lead-grey skin — illness or want written on the complexion.
Nothing goes past three — three tries tells the tale; the customary limit of patience and proof.
A matter past helping — necessity's signature on the unwanted deed.
Time discloses the heart — only the long acquaintance audits truly.
Affairs have beginning and end, things root and branch — order is built into whatever exists.
We hold the handle end — the safe grip in whatever is about to swing.
Home again, I bathe in my own pond — clear or murky, the home pond is still better — belonging over perfection.
Ears wired straight to mouth — much said, nothing retained, no one listening.
to get out of danger; to get away unscathed
having power or influence in society; powerful; influential
walls have ears
"What you say may be overheard; used as a warning.".
Three fools make a sage — enough dull heads together strike one wise spark.
Three words and two phrases — the briefest of exchanges.
Three walking together, one is my teacher — company always contains a lesson, counting yourself in.
The luck of three lifetimes — an honor so great it must have been saved up across incarnations.