The poetry book by Ho Huu Viet has a strange title: "Wind, rain and udumbara flowers".
The name pulled the reader into what seems to be a memoir, draining the unrest confessions. But then, those memoir lines that seem to suddenly invade the reader's soul, suddenly like wind, like rain, gently, to bloom Udumbara flowers, the flowers only mention in the Buddhism. At the beginning of the poetry book, author Ho Huu Viet seemed to open a series of his life journeys with sincere love.
(Writer Vo Thi Xuan Ha)