One day was far away when I came from Hanoi to visit the house, the first step to the beginning of the village, I realized the gentle stones on both sides of the river bank disappeared.02: 00/7: 23 years Along the village, a berth, two berths, then three berths, then the brown brick bricks crisps rounded in the middle of the village, where two old rice trees were hunched hundred years shull down the river, nor shaped disappears, Instead it is a bridge with two large stones ... I understand that the stones, my love bosses have been regarded as a whole role and being removed from when
. The villager took two large stones of that stare to create this bridge. A flat, stubborn stone bridge, created by two large stones placing tight together, it looks quite harmonious with the countryside landscape. Children fluttering with me about the surprise change of the bridge
From here, there is no longer the scene to handcuff the car pushing the car heavily full of rice over the bridge! Children run ice across the stone bridge to the river, no longer the baby must be cow step by step, the grandfather pushed his butt, or the bigger and the brother of the bridge over the bridge. Small clouds love shadow to the river, although it was filled with love, so poetry, nostalgic and deposition, but anyway, anyway, what was unchanged, when the mechanical means needed Travel on a flat path. The pedestrians are okay, especially girls, charming mothers in the wings with high waist to bottom, soft black sows, on the head of the white cone. I imagined such dear shapes, stepping on the bridge curved shadow to the river, that charm must have been so popular with boys. Request again about the remote past. It must be when building this bridge, the monks and delicate villages also want to send more ideas. The countryside of the ancient days people walked, brushed and sailing on the river. Boat is the main transport of villagers. The boats are sometimes a roof and roof to cover the sunshine. A flat bridge will not be enough to ensure the boat can pass
My village bridge must be rounded up because of that. I also saw such graceful rainbow trees, in other villages. At the time of agricultural cooperatives doing collectively, that rainbow is still reasonable and useful when each village is A team of producing and transporting rice with large wooden boats. The stones from here are used to be called the pink wharf. To build these stones, certainly the villagers had to be very thick. I imagine the stamped star for a long time, not the product of the new time! Large slate is transported remotely, my hometown is a unusual area, without rocky mountains. It will not be able to imagine people in terms of non-motorized conditions for transportation, only boats, with rudimentary support tools. But the village since I was born, intact beautiful and steady stones on that river. In other villages, each village is a few three stones, as a demonstration of life on a bustling boat of a while. Each wharf has bangs, multi-tree or ancient rice trees shull down. Adjacent to the berth, always a temple, or at least a small temple. Must be "the old years", when creating these stones, in addition to the purpose of anchoring the boat for the boat, where to prepare for spirituality, summer, cult, where took water serving Life is daily, but also want to send more profound things. And I envisioned the village family festivals with very ancient procedures ... And in her memories of school times, the destruction was where we went down to wash his limbs, even drooping water on their hands Or simply sit down and play, but play. Falling clothes down to the slippery dirt road on the rainy day, we went to the stork on the stones and then to school. Sometimes, a temple adjacent to the village festival, we gathered waiting to watch and whispering for each other to listen to the Spirit Snake, the fathers of the Spirit, like the most mysterious things. By the days of stones became a boat rendezvous, it was when we called the stomach to the palace. Every afternoon arrived at the village, we surrounded on the shore to wait for their mothers to give each other a few children or a crab, a few ronous fish on baked grill. The villagers came to the villagers, some of my sisters stood in line with each other to transfer rice to the yard, whoever was sweaty. When rice is burning out of the boat, we jump into the boat to let the paddy and scan the berth.The rice is the rendezvous of the village village. There was a boat shadow about being a warm season, bustling with a laughter, through the seasonal and pure, clean and clean. The rice wharf became a bath of the village children. Going to school to invite each other to a cool bath. Take the buffalo buffalo to the buffaloes down so that the buffaloes and people are wet. The rice wharf is also a place to date the girls, they wash the moon night or just sit together . Dịch vụ:
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