{"title":"နိုင်၀င်းဆွေ","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"နိုင်၀င်းဆွေ-အချစ်ညနှင့်ညအသင်္ချေမှာ","title":"Nai Win Swe - Love in the Night and the End of the Night","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Looking back at one's own shadow\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the People's Daily's criticism section under the headline \"Malay Mee Shumawa, Sandar, Myawaddy,\" my \"Love Night\" was attacked by Htet Myat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's dirty to see something that belongs to her like water in a rotten ditch, which is made up of a mixture of mud and mud, so that no one can guess who she is. It stinks and stinks. If Nai Win Swe had produced young people like Ba Min, the young people would be in the dark of the moon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI also wanted to portray the protagonist as a revolutionary hero. But when he is covered up with fantasy and fantasy, he becomes a cowardly, lovelorn man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nai Win Swe's ugly, poisonous flower.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd so on, my “Send it to the Lord” and “Love is not enough” were buried deep under the night of love. There were small gaps between his anger. If a few months ago, I had stood on those small gaps and looked down at him in anger, I don’t know if I would have laughed out loud. Or would I have hugged him and attacked him?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt this moment, I don't want to laugh like that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Because I'm starting to see my incomplete pot shaking. I'm built with so many little gaps to fill.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I wrote “Mahuraya Metta,” I was probably around twenty. At that time, I was thinking, “I am a very good person.” That is why I wrote that magnificent novel with a foolish heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn that story, the warrior Queen Vishnu conquered the people of the east and the people of other nations with many tricks and attacked Sri Kshetra. I killed many people of the east. I drowned them in a sea of ​​blood. I supported the Queen's imperial system. Now that I have deeply felt the freedom of the people, I am now criticizing myself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn my “Night of the Dead,” I wrote about people with skin diseases. I felt like I was standing on their side, on behalf of the socially excluded. One writer thought, “Don’t write this kind of novel. If you look at it from their perspective, they’ll want to kill themselves.” When a young man who thought books were educational said, “You’ll only learn how terrible skin diseases are when you read them, so stay away from them,” I was filled with grief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn my “Myasa Pae Yoon” I have attacked a problem from one side. I am attacking the fake and depraved plays on the modern stage and trying to bring back the old plays of the feudal era. I cannot deny that the modern people are demanding modern plays.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's why I often feel like writing an article about the Myasaphet Theater. I forget that during the fascist revolution, when there were no filmmakers, people everywhere came to see the plays while the puppet shows were going around. Those plays stirred up the people for the fascist revolution.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, too, playwrights should abandon the fake dramas and create bold, dynamic, and revolutionary plays that are in step with the people's march and history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Send it to the king,\" the clever one declared in his attack paper that the song became famous because of the beautiful and tearful cries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remember Myaung Mya Ba Swe writing in Shwe Tu Journal, “There are countless people like Nyo Nyo and his friends who sacrifice their lives to earn a living by serving others.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't see the brilliance in Ma Thein Shin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI know how skillfully the presentation of Ma Thein Shin should be. I know how many beautiful things should be embedded in it. The critic should also be aware of how much tenderness Ma Thein Shin should have in terms of time and place. I know how to write in a novel like “Half-Awake Dream”.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am not defending what he is attacking. I do not need to. I am a person who is passionate about finding the truth. I do not want to be a person who becomes weak and exhausted while defending the ego.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause the one who is marching towards the new horizon is the one who wants to use his strength within the people. We will have to throw open the rusty iron door of the old house and march towards the horizon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't want to be left alone. At that moment, I was lost. I was a brilliant \"blind man.\" I stood alone. My eyes were the skeptical eyes of a commoner's life. When I saw something in front of me, I looked at it with disgust. I looked straight ahead. Not with a look that came from behind and analyzed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat is why in my “Love Night” I wrote about things that I did not have the ability to do, with the vague feeling of a blind person. If readers think that I am an expert, many views will be distorted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Life is night.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The night is beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Beauty and love\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A night of love that is coming together...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I want to write.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Life is only in birth and death. For a person who has devoted his life to the new horizon of humanity, life is not boring. If life is called night, then his night is a night of love and beauty. He must yearn for life every second.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI, on behalf of the character, recited those lines with great enthusiasm, but because of my own blurred vision, I couldn't guide my character.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, my character led me, looking forward into the darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe are fighting two battles at once. One is historical duty (content), the other is art. Without art, we will only distribute boring, dry, and rambling advertisements. Without understanding historical duty, we will only distribute beautiful, poisonous flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to grasp \"active fiction\" in terms of time and place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I believe that he will stand on the basis of material phenomena and lead the way in social progress and the progress of human history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe dry, twisted, and twisted \"photographic illustration\" of people who went to a place for a week to study and then returned to take photographs and reprint them without any public demand would be a piece of trash for human history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI, on the other hand, painted a life that I could not possess in the night of love, and my character could not accept the love I had given him. He was longing for love, love... and love. Every time he had time, he recited love poems like a drug addict. Throughout his life, he wrote poems for Mya Sandar, painted pictures of Mya Sandar, and sometimes, unable to do so, he painted paintings that deeply expressed his feelings that he did not understand, and that no one else could understand. He did not die simply in death, but died in the midst of paintings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince he knows there is no other life, at least when he dies, he wants to be able to compare Mya Sandar and Myebon with each other...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wandered aimlessly in his own little fantasy world, escaping from human life and drowning in his own loneliness. 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It couldn't be helped. It blew out the smoke and started to pull away, groaning. It turned on the headlights, which were only visible in the distance. As it gained speed, its blood boiled and it became increasingly afraid. As it passed the platform lights of Taungdwingyi Station, it let out a long, encouraging whistle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eImmediately, he mistakenly thought that the sound of his siren was the sound of applause from the surroundings, and he regained his strength. He cut through the increasingly dark darkness with a furious rush.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI was riding in the dark corner of a carriage, like a piece of machinery on this train. I happened to glance at the town of Taungdwingyi, which I couldn't see clearly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe lights of the station were receding and becoming smaller. The colors of the street lamps from the city were flickering on the train. The city was quiet, the mass of the Rakhine Buddha looming in the shadows like a black mass, as the train slowly moved along the long curve. From the side of the small village of Thaphangone, the dim lights of the kerosene lamps were flickering. In the darkness, the small lights were indescribable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThis light and darkness, this dark light, is not only passing through the chariot, it is not only falling on all the living and non-living beings on the chariot, it is not only falling on my body, it is also falling on my heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe train will not feel anything. It is a machine. It does not know cold or heat, it does not know darkness or light, it has no brain, no life, no feelings, no heart, no purpose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAm I a machine too, I ask myself, a silent question. Is my heart a machine that has begun to lose all feeling? Is my brain a brain that is silent in the darkness, not daring to move, not daring to fight, not daring to kick, not daring to move?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eOn this train, there were smugglers who had come from Kyaukpandaung to load smuggled palm trees, and I couldn't resist them. I was looking for a reason why I hadn't arrested them. I thought that if they came, I would lose my job. I wouldn't be able to go to prison without a day of release.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eMy mind no longer felt like it was driving a train. It felt like smugglers, palm fronds, oil, salt, onions, tea, chilies, turmeric powder, contraband goods, the gatti, the engine driver, the smell of smoke, the hunters, the wild deer, the disgusting things, the students, the monks, the people, the destruction, the bad smells, all the inanimate objects were all mixed up and floating in a vast current with no direction to go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI was also thinking about the vast darkness, the endless, deep sea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e After a while, the rays of dawn began to shine beautifully in the darkness covered with snow. I imagined Ko Shwe Yor and his three eldest sons, Ko Shwe Yor's group, arriving at Saddon Creek.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhen we arrived in front of Saddonchaung Station, the train came to a quiet stop in the darkness. I jumped off the train as it slowed down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I stood at a broken spot on the platform and shouted, \"Come here, get your tickets... here... here,\" as I used to do every day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAt this station without a station, without a station owner, without a contract, passengers were running towards me, as if they were waiting for me on the platform. “I have something to load, sir,” a passenger shouted from a distance. Gard Bo Ko Aung\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eKyaw walked over to me, cowboy-style, holding a mirror. He was showing me what I was working on with the mirror light.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Yin Maung, do it quickly,\" he said, urging.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAs I hurriedly worked on the ticket sales and the equipment, I watched Ko Shwe Yeok's team. Ko Shwe Yeok and his men rushed to the carriages without taking tickets. Ko Shwe Yeok had his three sons board the train, while he himself stood in the shadows at the edge of the platform, watching me. He had no shoes on his feet, and a rag was tied around his neck. His long, unoiled, theatrical hair hung in a messy mess over his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAfter work, the guard blew his whistle as if giving a military order and flashed the green light. As the train pulled away, I climbed onto a passenger car. Ko Shwe Yeok jumped up behind me to catch me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eKo Shwe Yeok and I were standing side by side. As the train picked up speed, Ko Shwe Yeok handed me the kyats and coins he had been clutching in his hand. His hands were trembling, partly from the cold, partly from fear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"There are eight of us, sir...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"A whole group?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “Ko Po Kyaw stayed behind because his wife passed away.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI looked at his face in the darkness before I put the money he gave me in my trouser pocket. The money he gave me was about thirteen or fourteen kyats. The money he gave me to allow the eight of them to ride without tickets as far as Kyaukpadaung. They didn't make a fortune on their smuggling rackets until they could buy tickets at the exact fare. From the profits they made, they paid me, the gatekeeper, the railway police, and the search. I remembered again that his wife was sick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Are you okay, woman?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Same, sir...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Aren't you going to get the injection?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Well...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"What's wrong?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"We don't have money to go to the city for injections, and the people who come to us for medicine are running out of medicine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Health officer?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"No.. He's a horse-drawn carriage driver, you can trust him. He's a very good doctor. He doesn't charge much money. He's not a big-time guy like doctors.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI am at peace again. Ko Shwe Yeok has more than one child to support. His wife is always sick. He has three young children who are forced to work as smugglers. He has to support himself, the guards, the railway police, and the search and rescue workers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe seemed to be deep in thought about something, and then he spoke again, without any basis or meaning, \"That's it, sir...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI put half the money in my pocket and gave the other half back to his wife for her treatment. He refused to take it back. He was afraid that I would hurt him by not taking all his money. I was getting frustrated as I tried to get him to take it back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhen I finally reached for the money I had returned, I noticed that his hands were shaking. I knew without seeing it that his eyes were filled with heartfelt tears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“People here are not satisfied with how much they give. Some girls are not satisfied with just the money and give it to me. They keep asking me because they don’t have enough money. Look at Mya Khin, she’s not even thirteen years old, she doesn’t even have a hairpiece, and she’s still giving me that much money, and I feel sick to my stomach,” he said in his mind, and I could hear him talking in my mind. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Okay... That's it, let's see how it goes,\" I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Don't worry, teacher, I won't hurt you. We, the father and son, will never touch each other.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"I trust you. I trust you will never harm me, but I will be responsible for anything that comes up during the search.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Yes, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"You could lose your job, you could go to jail\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI couldn't hear him continue because of the noise of the train driving. No one would ever catch his palms. I don't know his secret. In fact, at the Kyaukpadaung-Taungdwingyi crossing, where two trains interchange, there was a hole in the roof of one of the trains in the toilet. They were secretly carrying their belongings through that hole.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eMy heart feels heavy thinking that there are no less than twenty smugglers on this train. Pinchaung Aung Naing Myint, Sons Than, Myo Thit Ko Than, Kyauk Pan\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Taung Soe Myint, whoever arrests me will not be exempt from responsibility.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI am a TBC (Train Station Clerk) and I have to check tickets, seize illegal goods, and seize contraband on the entire train. If someone comes to check me out out of spite, I have no choice but to turn a blind eye. I am also a person who is close to the smugglers and loves them as one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAs I held the red pencil, I thought to myself, \"I am a king on this train, with all the power I can capture.\" I wondered if it was a joy to have the privilege of manipulating this red pencil as I wished.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIs this a chaotic situation? The dawn is getting brighter. Darkness and light are mixing. When we reach the city, we can clearly see the snowdrops falling in the soft light. When the train stops at the station, objects are mixed between light and darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThein Lwin, a young station clerk from the city, staggers to the station early in the morning, drunk. His uniform is dirty. Passengers are milling around in front of his rickety station. On the other side, \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45586832818325,"sku":"","price":9500.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_dd00ca8b-774d-4dfb-a08b-50bc61ca3161.jpg?v=1730211098"},{"product_id":"နိုင်၀င်းဆွေ-မြစပယ်ရုံ","title":"Nai Win Swe - Myasa Pae Yoon","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher came down from the high bench next to the painting, stepped back a little, and looked back at the painting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe stage is far away. The rough brush strokes on the painting make the forest silhouettes stand out from the distance. The eastern part of the painting shows deciduous trees in the forest, whose trunks are stable due to the wave of aging, trees with yellow leaves, trees with yellow and green leaves and buds, trees with green leaves, and trees with various heights and heights. Behind the forest silhouette, a rocky mountain with a waterfall flowing is calm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher intended this painting to be used as a theme painting in his Wunnapaba, Nagaryon, Myatpanwutthon, and Kathemalay, Asaung. In Myatpanwutthon, this painting will become a main character. In the dance drama “Ngwe Taung Pyi”, the forest shadows of this painting will be covered with the shadows of the mountains and the birds will fly and move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe artist imagined the magical sky above the mountain at the top of the painting. In his imagination, he saw “the formless Garuda, the beautiful form of the Garuda.” It could be imagined and reflected in the brushstrokes. On the brushstrokes...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The clouds and mists drift by, Are they pure gold or silver? The train of silver-like things, Are they seen or seen, Are they scattered here and there? Then, in the brief abode of the beauty of the twilight, I cling to them and gaze, And my heart rejoices in the joy of the sun,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eColorful and thought-provoking, don't be happy, oh, my dear..... If you give me a sound, if I accidentally become more beautiful, will I cry or laugh.... Oh, the sea or the rain, I think wrongly, I see wrongly, while playing with the mind's confusion - Maya painting corrects it\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA fragment of the song \"Maya Tham\" that he had written came to mind. The teacher began to hum his song to himself. His soft, flowing voice seemed to spread towards the painting, filling it with new life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He searches for areas to fill in and areas to remove in his imagination.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, he stopped singing and walked back to the shade of the vanda tree where the painting was hung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStanding on a high platform, he took the brush and filled in the details. The teacher's mind was in a hurry. This painting was the last painting for the Anu Thabang. The newly formed Anu Thabang would be performing in the next few days.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rain had long since left the new town and flown into the sky. The teacher was very tired because he had to draw the stage paintings day after day. He was already tired for several days before the first performance of the play.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLast year, the owner of the Anu Thabin caste was Thet Khaing. The teacher left his job and set up Anu Thabin with him. The teacher and U Thet Khaing are as similar as red and yellow, but they are opposites. When red and yellow are combined, a new color (orange) is produced. The teacher wants to use his own quality. Then the caste has to separate from the complex.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe play has overcome various difficulties over the course of a year. As it has passed, the weak parts of the play have fallen away one by one. Hla Kyi Kyi Lay, Sein Win Shwe, Padumma Kyi Kyi, Kyi San Kyi, Ngwe Sandar Tin Aung, U Thet Khaing (the actor), Kyaw Mya Lay (the comedian). They were weak parts of the play and fell away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the new organization was formed, Aung Myint Sein was used instead of Sein Win Shwe as the leader. Toe Ma Lay was appointed as the leader. Shwe Mann Thu Kyi Kyi was replaced by Padum Ma Kyi Kyi Kyi. Maung Thaung Lay was replaced by Ngwe Sandar Tin Aung. Sein Ohn Kyi was promoted to Hla Kyi Kyi Kyi Lay. The old ones were replaced by new ones in the ceremony and the teacher himself reestablished the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher sold the house and yard he had inherited from his grandfather and used the money for the funeral. He bought a small plot of land and a small house in a low-lying area for a very cheap price, and from there he built a strong foundation for the funeral.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince moving from Aye Yeik Nyein, I have never been to Aye Yeik Nyein. The teacher does not want to see Aye Yeik Nyein anymore. My grandfather has lived in Aye Yeik Nyein since he was a child. My father was also born in Aye Yeik Nyein. My grandfather was quite wealthy. He wanted to help my father (U Phu Khaung) in his business. My father played the harp, painted, and wrote plays since he was a child, and he followed a puppet troupe. Then he met my mother (Sa Pae Yoon) and they became like-minded (Sa Pae Yoon Ain Ein).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey formed a large group and traveled along the Irrawaddy River, traveling in a northerly direction.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was born in a small town on the banks of the Ayeyarwady River, where the Sapae Yon Ayeint Group temporarily stopped. I had to accompany the Ayeint Group until I was about ten years old. At that time, Daw Sapae Tin was just a young dancer. My mother Yin (Sapae Yin) was already a talented actress who was my mother's assistant. 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