The storm No. 7 and No. 8 chase each other on the East Sea, causing the sky of the sky, the rain kept making the mountain street. The road is wet, the wiper at the time is fast when it slows down the raindrops at the thickness when flowing on the glass of the car.02: 00/4: 32 years of the endless blue green of coffee, rubber, of the fields Corn raw noodles, the mountain forest kept thinking of thousands of eyes
. Being mesmerizing watching, I saw the crab ring more and more, the car shook more. Suddenly the referee turned to say: - sitting for sure, preparing to go to the falling Pass! Two illustrations are provided by the author. Roads like a wet black gray rope with a round-wet valley with a hundred valley The apricot peak appeared in front of us
Falling bamboo shoots are the position divided between Dak To and Tu Dieu districts of Kon Tum province. Unlike the deliciousness of the distance, the car ran slowly and crawled on the steep slope, sometimes the machine roared and if she wanted to fall back, making the whole car worried. Finally we fought away because the peak of falling falls appeared before his eyes. According to the voices of the Seoul, the falls of falling is the peak on the water slot. Lunches and clouds are kept around people, wrapping tangerines under the feet of cold and humid causing anyone to have anyone. From the Pen Peak, you spoiled to release the eye in the blurred green color of the mountain forest, the cloud's refuge. Clouds and clouds, clouds, ribs, clouds Wandering like a gray chiffon plate with a dance of Dai Thousand. The neighbors of the people of the people, Jer hidden in the clouds, cheo climbed the sky's backs like reality. But what makes us extremely surprised at the top of the pass with a small market with many animals of mountains Like bamboo shoots, banana vegetables, corn, cassava, ginseng wire, guava and some fresh orchids. Under a temporary sake of a temporary coating on a few dried trees, the stalls are excited, the contemplation in the barrier is tied in the Ni-can, throwing rolling on the bamboo
The owner of the market is the children about 10-15 years old, black skin, messy hair, crumpled clothes, wet mem. The kid standing, the kid sitting, he curled up in a good night's sleeping. Seeing us, the children are invited to buy goods. Lifting new orchid blooming a pink purple cotton and spent on the hand, I asked the price, she had deep black eyes hidden under the mi, laughing: - Yes, 10 thousand ... I only bamboo shoots Heavy muffle was tied by a forest wire, the sunburned boy was fast: - also 10 thousand. All are 10 thousand dong. The outstanding stall is a pretty little girl, Y Hanh Rcom. The baby pointed to the fuzzy houses hidden in the clouds of the mountain side of the distance and was worried by a single voice: - The house with the other. In the afternoon, the mother broke for less corn outside, this morning, the forest was picked up. On the way to the market, I met the orchids branch and picked less bamboo shoots so it was a bit late. I have to sell all this row because I go to school tomorrow, you are still in the last summer. The last summer climbed the Path of Song Mang, picking mushrooms, catching fish selling enough money to buy new clothes, squeezed Biting blood flows long according to each small step; Both without a buyer, the baby and the friends invited each other to play through hunger. I nodded at the baby that the corners of her eyes were shy. While many peer friends are cared for their parents, full school supplies for the new school year, they have to work hard and take care of each dong for their own school. Tell this 10,000 market long ago but now just look and listen. Three corn bananas 10,000 dong, ten thousand sticks of sticky 10 thousand, orchids orchids and fresh buds, ginseng custle, abarwasher, some green gourds young white dots ... All price 10 thousand . On the way to the mountain, it is known that carrying firewood to the forest but the whole car bought a lot of children. Because we know that if it is not sold, on the way to the village, the wire is heavy and heavy. And the items are taken today, tomorrow will no longer be to the market because the children also go to school. Paying goods, we also donated children with some school supplies prepared before.Mai, the market of VND 10,000 on the falling Pass will be absent from the children. Mai is the first school day of the new school year after the longest summer vacation, the opening day has not been to class. Our heart is happy that the children have a few more books, a few new pen children have just been accepted at this special market. The rain kept falling, the wind kept blowing, storm storm shelves, no need to care about the clouds of the village with the ridge, despite the wet air Ngai Ngai, the children Naturally joked. Looking at the black eyes under the eyes and smiles shine, everyone believed that from the flood struggle together with the spirit of overcoming difficulties, from odd odd silver coins of the rainwater of the market of 10,000 VND, They will overcome the situation to sown their dreams. Bamboo Pass falls farther but the story of Hanh RCom and the children in the market of 10,000 dong on rain storms are deep in mind. Trade ... according to the village . Dịch vụ:
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