From the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifteenth, her plate of
cakes for visitors had been stayed untouched. That made her remember the
hard time in her childhood when she had only dreamt of eating sweet
things to her heart's content.
Artist Thanh Doan looked up at the dark foliage and listened to the
cracking sound of rubber tree fruits. Sunlight shone through the thin
layer of leaves onto the ground, creating a fan-shaped light. A wierd
scene caught his attention.
I drove the herd of goats to the hill fully covered with wild,
sweet-smelling flowers. Under their feet, the torn purplish white
blossoms fell abundantly while they grazed on them. Loitering here and
there, I found my heart heavy with sorrow.
In my mind I pictured the river with Tri's motorised boat. Tri and
his boat were something on my conscience. Tri made his boat, which was
like the main character in a tragedy play. It was like an old leaf, so
delicate, but the man was more than that.
At the age of twenty Duong looked fairly handsome, with a fresh
complexion and gentle manners. Besides, he was always decently-dressed.
Surprisingly, as a clever bricklayer, he usually succeeded in keeping
fit and clean – even at work.
He jogged every morning. He did not do it for health or for fun. Until
half a year ago, every morning, it was the time he got up and took his
daughter to school.
When they grew up, they managed to find good jobs and had their own
families and were soon provided with accommodation, so their living
conditions improved considerably.
In the heady bouquet of Ba Than rice wine, a Phong Dien District
specialty, Mr Hien, slightly tipsy, was holding forth on the ins and
outs of the miracle, and the dozen or so listeners sitting around were
very afraid. A few, who were still skeptical, were amazed at his
storytelling skills and listening with their mouths open.
She was blessed with a good singing voice. But I knew she did not
like singing when she was small. She only sang sometimes at parties with
It was mid-June. The forecast for the day was over 37 degrees
Centigrade for most of the region. In Binh Lang City, it was rather
stuffy. Curiously, its small Cao Street seemed to belong to another
world: hazy sunshine in the beginning of autumn. Sometimes, early in the
morning, a cool breeze coming from the mountains swept over the city
and made people wear warm clothes.