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"Travel safely" — the doorway farewell; Vietnamese care is logistical, and this is its signature line.
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"Travel safely" — the doorway farewell; Vietnamese care is logistical, and this is its signature line.
To "throw hands" — respond with (usually imaginary) martial-arts fury; internet shorthand for escalating from words to theatrical combat.
Adjoining fields, adjoining houses first — sell land to its neighbors; the abutter has first claim.
quod erat demonstrandum
to lure an opponent out; to get rid of an opponent or a problem to achieve one's goal
Measure the ox before building its stall — provision cut to the creature's size.
Measured and cobbled to fit — tailor-made to someone's exact size, often suspiciously so.
Measured out and poured back, never full — every transfer taxes the load; handling is leakage.
Guessing old, guessing young — speculating this way and that with nothing to go on.
initialism of điều phải chứng minh: Q.E.D.
To cling to someone else's fame — riding a trending name or scandal for reflected attention.
Riding the wave — jumping onto a price run already in motion, hoping to surf a little further; one mistimed hop and you have graduated to «đu đỉnh» (bag-holding at the very top).
To hop on a trend — joining the viral dance, sound, or meme of the week; "đu" (to swing/cling) makes the chase physical.
To waste fine words, art, or wisdom on someone incapable of appreciating them.
Sweet strings and fine singing — the honeyed performance, meant or merely staged.
A wide-mouthed man is talented; a wide-mouthed woman deafens the neighbors — the old double standard, preserved in rhyme.
A man has a hundred liver-leaves — one leaf lives with his wife, and one is always scheming elsewhere — the anatomy of male fickleness.
Men are shallow as a deep well; women are deep as a betel tray — the proverb that flips its own insult mid-line.
men make houses, women make homes
A man goes to sea with company; a woman goes to sea orphan-alone — childbirth as the woman's solitary ocean.
what kind of man that...
In droves and swarms — crowding along in great jostling bands.
The long road proves the horse; troubled times prove the loyal — endurance and allegiance both need distance to show.
The mantis stalks the cicada, blind to the oriole behind — every hunter is someone's prey mid-pounce.
A grasshopper's arm against the cart — resistance in the wrong weight class.
Peach and plum of one gate — schoolmates of one master; the teacher's orchard of students.
Till stones cry and moss grows — delay geological in scale.
Cute to the last notch — "hết nấc" (out of notches) maxes out the cuteness dial; the caption of choice under pet and baby photos.
Bailing mud from one pond to the other — busywork that changes nothing.
Beat him to death, the habit survives — some natures outlast any correction.
Beating the dog without regard for its master — an insult that travels up the leash.
Strike the one who flees, never the one who returns — repentance disarms the raised hand.
Lotto balls tumbling in the stomach — nerves fluttering; anxious suspense.
Palming the black piece — a cardsharp's switch; steering the question crooked so the fixed answer wins.
Punish one girl, warn the whole market — exemplary justice, priced at one scapegoat.
Strike the snake till the venom dies — a half-killed danger is a scheduled relapse.
Striking the snake without crushing the head — the job left exactly unfinished enough to bite back.
to give away your position through rash actions; to alert someone of your presence unwittingly
to drum the beats of digression
Beat the drum, the bell resounds; pull the rattan, the forest shakes — no disturbance stays single.
Play the numbers and you'll live on the levee — gambling on lottery digits ruins house and home.
Wherever you land, follow the karma there — the traveler bends to each shore's terms.
Poking the rice sack, prodding the paddy sack — the go-between whose needle stitches quarrels.
Budding shoots and breaking buds — new growth; a fresh start full of promise.
The spear thrown, follow the spear — committed past retrieval, so commit.
The overcrowded corpse gets pushed outside — even death respects the shortage of room.
Diving head-first into the tiger's den — where the danger is is where he leapt.
having further hardship(s) stacked upon preexisting poverty
Pure satisfaction, out loud — "SO good" — for cold beer, rain after heat, a win replayed; the South's favorite exhale.
Once named husband and wife, though mountains tilt and rivers run dry, we do not part — the vow at continental scale.
Already bruised, and blackened on top — misfortune stacked on misfortune.
Once you've daubed, you must plaster — having begun, you're bound to see it through.
A gallbladder large, a heart small — daring in the deed, care in the planning.
No lamp outshines Sa Đéc's, no girl outshines Nha Mân's — up and down goes my fishing boat; love tears my gut, yet nearing her I tremble.
Lying all night without touching the bed, longing for dawn to walk out and meet her — insomnia, love's oldest symptom.
Lie awake at night and reckon it — a gambling husband is a house-wrecking demon — the wife's midnight arithmetic.
during May nights you can barely rest before the sun rises, and during October days you can barely have fun before it sets
Night after night I watch the Milky Way and the Dipper's handle — three years full; the stone wears down but this heart does not.
Rotten ferries collide — the failing knocking against the failing.
Ferries from Đông Ba past Đập Đá, from Vĩ Dạ straight to Ba Sình — a drifting moon, a far-off boat song heavy with love of country — Huế's rivers in one breath.