One early autumn, the rain was crossed when the heavenly land was misty, wake up the dream with a vague cold. I woke up in the middle of my heart, hard to call the name, it seemed to be the nature of the gentle dream ... 0: 00/2: 41 South of the South state stopped, the smell of land was strong on the throne
. From the bed, it can hear the chickens chickens in the footsteps of mother to eat. The mother opened the lid of the land with rice in the hips, Lom Khom contacted rice with old milk cans. The rain shouted across, seemed to make the familiar movements of every day slower, a little more easier, in the wet, cold and cold, I still have a morning
Happy gentle sweetness because he woke up in his hometown. Looking over the door frame, heaven was more sparked. On water, she was prepared for lunch. Little fresh fish early on the day of scales, mother cleaning, salted to warehouse with melon. Made of shrimps are taken in the basket, they will stir with bamboo shoots, beans ... Rainy day meals are simply like that, but better than any tray when I have a lot of money in people. It was also fogging, she woke up the kitchen, stuffed the firewood into the oven, north of the water to boil, filled with the flask. Then openly open the gate, she went to the intersection between the village to buy a breakfast dish for the whole family
My neighbors often eat soup cakes, bakery, then pie, cake ask ..., all kinds of casual cakes. Sellers, people who eat and old have young people, flirting on both sides of the road. Smell of grease greasy, the smell of water is characterized, the smell of dispensing, herbs, fish sauce ... blends in excess to soak all the familiar morning. My day is small, the morning of the whole house is usually only There are hot fried rice pan, aromatic onion, eating with grilled rice paper. A bowl of fish noodle is also luxury. Two-sided baked rice paper, broke into lots of small pieces that emit rop and crispy sounds. Anyone who doesn't eat hard, embed the water for soft cakes. The taste of rice and noodles mixed with the taste of black sesame, eating into thoughts like the smell of baked charcoal smoke ... the whole day she didn't stop for the house, kitchen, then sell, rice, chicken flock, but Mother rarely forgot the gifts for children every busy from the market. It seemed to be the image of my sister's eyes waiting for her to go to the lane before, always in my mind. The joy of a small child to ten eager to pick up the idyllic gifts, is probably the most innocent joy. Autumn, just a rainy rain, the raindrops thought when he was absorbed On the ground is the end of a journey, opening in my recalling domain seem to endless. Rainy day, I found myself need to return, even if I was in my mind. About Woes around the mother, brightened the yard, planting trees, kitchen groups, inhaling the smell of firewood, sitting with her mother watching the rain of John the rain like a secret container of heaven. About, for nutrient nutrition to purify your soul, to practice making a leaf Lao Xem before the wind porch, typing green ... Tran Van Thien . Dịch vụ:
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