Short stories: Hoang Khanh Duy0: 00/6: 21Nam Southern days Recent days have been obsessed with deep-lying eyes from the roof roofing boat with coconut leaves at the river junction. Sometimes like inside is a space that can be grinded, but grinding anytime. The year sitting there Clam Ca. The entire words he came on himself and shall follow the sadness of his neck and sing. The last words of the ancient Qulance to let go, lightly, fell to the sad river and followed the drifting water waves
. Sitting by the fire stove next to him year. He looked tilted, knowing it was sad, so I didn't sing anymore. Four levels of silence, only the river is flowing away
- Now it's sad and what is it sad? Or is it every persistent, pain to death? Minimize the river. Sighs the brain. Night in this sad capital, plus a deep sad minority. Without several lights in the market, the market across the river will have become more stainless. Minimize the watertrain to see the sparkling river in the light. The wind is given now, this small boat is beans with the other side of the river, a space of a place for a woman to sit in the boat to see. Heart mines smash fast. There are many days and minimizes the person sitting on the boat with the mosquito mosquito to squeeze this to find. Seeing the minimum, it doesn't say anything, only quietly observing a distance. With a pair of deep eyes swirling
Excluding that gaze. The small boat of coconut leaves is dried, in the boat with a light oil lamp on the river, and a neat-wrapped hairdresser behind the nape of silence impinges with the river. Many times the minimum rowing through the river, to the boat, asked why she looked far away, there was a bean boat under the golden cotton tra trees near the small hut of his year. But the minimum is not enough to cross the river, she is not brave enough to face a minor. Just like that, two people quietly looked at each other, looking through the tops of silver waves. This year's rainfall comes earlier than every year. He also ripped the coconut leaves to pair the wall of the house from crossing. Mr. Bac Thang climbed up the roof of the house, tightening the tra branches stopped golden cotton to the wind without knocking on the hut. Rain to suddenly, the words from the top dropped to the river. The river came flowing with a lot of vians. He was over across Lai Rai river with farmers, preparing to cultivate. Indoor only own me. The house is slippery but is the rain cover, the sun shading. Mr. Nam with a minimum, nor gut blood, only in the year he saw the wandering without returning to the temporary, there were vegetables and vegetables, porridge to eat porridge, thought as descendants in the house. It rains dancing. Some countries knocked on the rust-rusted walls, watching the afternoon of this river filled with water, sometimes the water invaded the floor of the floor, the minimum had to move the belongings to drive drifting. The minimum goes into, the Russian slags. Misinity did not know why he was tangled like it, and her eyes kept looking far away towards the water that was leaning. Looks like a minimum looking for a small boat shadow. Yesterday also saw it on the other side of the river. The white rain clears cover the vision of the minimum. In addition to the vastly, thousands of water, even the minimum tra tra tree did not see anymore the shape was a shadow of a woman who shook the river. The rainy screen was like a stage curtain over the side to see the water flowing away a lot of things before his eyes. Between hydraulic horizontal, firewood ... minimizes there is a diving life between the water. Panic minimum. The coconut leaf boat floating drifting. The peaceful water is often, fiercely on the day of the storm, ready to drive away everything, even if the life is glancing with what he can do to survive. Fly like flying down the anchored boat on the shore , Quickly taking the Lao sandals slapped the water and rushed out in the river. The water stamped as a boat of shrouds. The minority holds the paddle, the legs wearing the water for a few times to press the boat to sink. Think in the sound of rain, the waves: - sister, up the canoe. Hurry up! The woman brought the cold hand of distorted, pale white took the canoe, britily climb up. The sister was wet, she was sure she was soaked for too long, so the lips were pale and long hair closed the neck, chest, back ... Looking at the trembling woman, suddenly crying. The minority remembers the duration of the river were also sunk, also almost drowned. Legs have saved, bringing home, burning fireplace. It was seriously carried throughout a flood season. The wife was also stuck with the house throughout the season. In a small house with a suite of a lifetime to leave, minimize stripping, coming out, cooking rice, washing dishes. Minimize bathing, taking a shower squeezed on the headboard waiting for the hair ... ** * The small village saw her boat home after the rainy season, was tumultuous. It doesn't take a long time, she knows how to save a girl and stay at home when she is away. Sister . Dịch vụ:
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