{"title":"Other websiteZero","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"၇၄-၇၅-၇၆-နိုင်ငံရေးအင်အားစု-၇၄-၇၅-၇၆-မ-ဆ-လ-အာဏာရှင်ဆန့်ကျင်ရေးအံတုလှုပ်ရှားမှုများ","title":"74-75-76 Political forces - 74-75-76 Anti-dictatorship protests in Myanmar","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe May-June Labor Uprising of 1974 was a major uprising in May and June 1974, during the military dictatorship of Myanmar, in which workers from almost all factories and workshops across Burma protested and fought against the military dictatorship and demanded the basic rights they were entitled to.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn that incident, the workers who peacefully protested and demanded their rights \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ewere subjected to violent repression by the military dictatorships of the 1960s and 1970s,\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eas\u003c\/span\u003e the saying goes, \"If you ask for oil, you get rice, you get bullets.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs such a large-scale labor strike and labor uprising was crushed, the workers and the public had to pay dearly, but on the other hand, the military monstrosity of the Myanmar military dictatorship was revealed and deep dissatisfaction, dislike, resentment, and hatred against the Myanmar military dictatorship emerged not only among the workers but also among the students. After this labor uprising, student movements such as the December U Thant uprising in 1974, the June labor strike anniversary uprising (also known as the Shwedagon uprising) in 1975, and the March Hmoingya Pyae uprising in 1976, along with other student movements against the \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003emilitary\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003edictatorship, the military dictatorship, and political movements also emerged in succession.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn these protests and movements, the people peacefully protested and demanded their demands. However, the military dictatorship, as usual, used weapons and violence to crush them, resulting in the deaths of hundreds and thousands of monks, students, and the general public, and in their arrests, torture, and imprisonment. Like the workers, the lives of monks, students, and the general public were sacrificed. Although our goals were not achieved due to such repression and suppression, and our desires and demands were not met, as a result of these protests, the spirit of opposing and completely eliminating the evil military dictatorship of the 1980s was deeply rooted in our hearts and in the hearts of the people. These same spirits were transmitted to our younger generation, the (88) generation, about a decade later, and the (88) Uprising emerged. Therefore, the (88) Uprising can be said to be a continuation of the uprisings that our (74-75-76) generations led and participated in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome historians, those who study and evaluate Myanmar's politics, domestic and international activists, and media professionals, when evaluating and portraying Myanmar's political history, have been writing as if Myanmar's military dictatorship emerged after the 1988 uprising more than 20 years ago, and that the anti-military dictatorship and pro-democracy movements also emerged during that period. There are also those who believe this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, the military dictatorship in Burma began in 1962. It has been over 50 years now. Therefore, the military dictatorships of the 1988 and 1990 were born from the 1990 and 1991 military dictatorships. They \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eare a continuation of the 1990 and 1992 military dictatorships. The 1992 military dictatorships, like the 1990 and 1991 military dictatorships, used force and violence to oppress the people. They committed violence and violated human rights. Due to such oppression and violence, there was resistance from the oppressed people, including students and workers. Therefore, the democratic movements that have emerged since 1988 until today are a continuation of the 1988 uprising, just as the 1988 uprising is a continuation of the 1974-75-76 workers and students uprisings. Similarly, the (74-75-76) movements are a continuation of the (62-63) student movement struggles. Therefore, the point we want to emphasize here is that the (1974-75-76) labor and peasant movements and events are an important historical moment in the modern Burmese political history that cannot be forgotten.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book was prepared and published to highlight this fact and to enable the present and future generations of Burmese politicians to learn about and pass on the political experiences of the political generation (7475-76) who opposed the military dictatorship of the 1945-1946.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003epresents the parts of the (1974-75-76) anti-government movement in four parts:\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ethe\u003c\/span\u003e (1974-75) Labor Uprising, the (1974) December U Thant Uprising, the (1975) June Anniversary Uprising (also known as the Shwedagon Uprising), and the (1976) March Hmai Ya Pyae Uprising.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn addition, the experiences of the political forces in prison (74-75-76) and other general political movements and ideas related to the political movement (74-75-76) are presented in sections by category.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn describing the four (4) incidents, we present them side by side as news reports by sector, so that we can compare not only the experiences of those who experienced them but also the articles in newspapers at the time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is important to note here that most (almost all) of the contributors to this book are not writers. Some have no experience in writing at all. Their experiences are simply presented in a raw form, so there may be some inaccuracies. Furthermore, their experiences were recorded many years ago, so there may be errors, misunderstandings, and omissions. If you find any such shortcomings, we would like to ask you to forgive us on behalf of the authors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn conclusion, I would like to express my special gratitude to all the comrades and friends who contributed to the completion of this book and to those who submitted manuscripts for this book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Organizers 74-75-76 Political forces\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e June (6), 2013\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45516048826517,"sku":"","price":5000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_73420595-f4ba-448d-921b-8d85c38b0c5c.jpg?v=1730270511"},{"product_id":"ဇော်ဂျီ-နင်လားဟဲ့ချစ်ဒုက္ခနှင့်-အခြားဝတ္ထုတိုများ","title":"Zawgyi - Nin La Hae Chit Dukk and other short stories","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e American sculptor Sinclair Lewis [1885-1951]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmerican sculptor Lewis was born in 1885 and died in 1951 at the age of 66. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1930 at the age of 45. His father was a doctor and his mother was the daughter of a doctor. As a child, Lewis often accompanied his father in his practice in the small town of South Center, where he was born. After graduating from high school, he continued his education at Yale University. He graduated in 1908 and left school. While studying at the university, he wrote articles. He was the editor of a university magazine. He was interested in socialism and joined the socialist colony founded by sculptor Upton Sinclair. Since leaving school, he has been involved in the world of journalism. He has worked in New York City. He has worked in San Francisco. He has worked in Washington, D.C. Then I worked on ocean-going ships selling cattle. Sometimes I worked as an assistant editor. Sometimes I worked as a reporter. In this way, I wrote articles and short stories here and there. But then I usually wrote purely for entertainment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he arrived in the late 1920s, he was able to write according to his own will, his own desires, and his own views. After that, his first novel (Main Street) became an unexpected success. It is said that five hundred thousand copies were printed. After that, such novels were published in a row. This novel is nothing else. According to his ideology, it means fiction that can depict the emerging American capitalist class and the good and bad of that class's world that he knew through his own experience. He learned a lot about that world when he worked as an editor and reporter. He often traveled to find out what he still wanted to know. Then he would systematically note it down and return. Then, before writing a novel, he would eat, drink, and enjoy himself with a group of friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnce he began writing, he was said to have lived like a hermit in a cave. In his novels, he is said to have been very good at satirizing the part of the society that is doing the work of the gods...gods, and the people who are doing the work of the gods. It is also said that his humor is a kind of humor that calls for what is not and ridicules what is not. Some want to call him a moral reformer. Some also want to say that he has no desire to reform morals. However, it is said that he was able to depict and satirize the faults that are found in a part of American society.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481849008277,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_68eb6d55-313d-4c98-8f5c-f3a840c295db.jpg?v=1730270677"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုဘ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-ညနက်နက်မှာလထွက်ခြင်း","title":"University of Phonaing - Moonrise in the dead of night","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Unbelievable..., ah...unbelievable, but believable, Ko Hla Wai is still grieving the truth of the matter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe meaning of truth... how should the words appear in the heart, how should they appear on the surface... the words should be appropriate to the situation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Look, a graveyard... ah... what in this world is closer to the true meaning of Dharma than a graveyard?...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTruth is what it is. A person does not follow my wishes. Whether he likes it or not, whether he invites it or rejects it, he follows his own wishes and does his work. So...death is the nature of truth.... The cemetery is the symbol, the sign of the nature of truth....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem is... the cemetery is beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Hla Wai's mind was filled with a strange feeling because he thought the cemetery was beautiful. However... beautiful, it was indeed beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The cemetery is beautiful because it is different from other cemeteries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA stone's throw away... the beach, the sand from the beach is smooth, wide, and low. The tide is still high, so the waves of the sea are still far away. The roar of the waves has not yet been heard. The sea has not yet shown its fury. The mist has descended in the eight directions... the silver dew is like a dewdrop, and the whole sea of ​​Myanmar is free of fury on this day. The sea water is green and blood-red in the distance. At the end of the beach, the broken waves are white.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mountain elephants on both sides of the crescent-shaped bay are also beautiful. Isn't it beautiful? The moon is covered in mist in the eight directions. It is called blue mist in the language. In fact, it is not blue, it is just a beautiful dull gray. It is also thin. The mountain elephants' trunks that can be seen through the beautiful dull gray and thin layers of mist can be said to be blue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no forest on the coastal highlands, including the cemetery. However, in the more inland areas, coconut groves and forests are dark and green.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cemetery is actually a small hill. The only land connecting the cemetery to the land is a small field with only a few stumps left. The hill slopes down to the northwest, with a small stream running through it. On the other side of the stream, in the lowlands, are salt ponds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cemetery is not very large, ah...how large or narrow it is is hard to say, because there are no signs to show where the cemetery begins and ends, no caves or maps, just a plain, sandy hill. It is just a plain, unmarked hill crossed by a dirt road and a cart path. When he arrived, Ko Hla Wai followed the path and cart path to the village. He followed the same path and cart path back to the Marine Biology Camp where he was staying. He passed through the hill without knowing what it was. A small piece of land that he had passed on his journey. Ko Hla Wai smiled a smile that was not a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat..., A piece of land that we passed through on our journey... Let's be poetic, Oh... That's right, It's even good enough to compose a verse of poetry..., Truly, a cemetery is a piece of land that every living being... has passed through on their journey. \"Hmm... Why don't people explain the meaning of the word cemetery? .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, the four villagers were filling the pit with soil as the conclusion of their work, and the sound of the earth falling made Ko Hla Wai feel as if he had woken up from a dream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In fact... these days, Ko Hla Wai feels like he's dreaming. Because it feels like he's dreaming,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA variety of emotions were surging inside him...he didn't even know what he was feeling, and because he didn't know what to feel, he was like a person without emotions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A beautiful feeling welled up inside him as he heard the sound of the earth falling into the pit. A feeling of emptiness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Hla Wai stood motionless under the shade of a single, upright tree. He didn't say anything or do anything about what they were doing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In fact, she was an expert in how to bury the dead, and she watched quietly from the sidelines as the experts did it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh...it's over now. Suddenly his chest felt tight and tight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A man has gone... On the path of samsara, a man has passed through a small piece of land.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e With that, Ko Hla Wai stepped out from under the shade of the tree. He threw three or four stones of earth into the almost full field. That was all he had to do, what else was there to do?.......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Hla Wai brushed the dirt from his hands and stretched his hunched back, looking around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The cemetery was still different from the cemetery until a small map appeared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh... a funeral procession is different from a funeral procession, completely different.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were only four people... ten or fifteen. Everything was so quiet. There were no cries or cries of sorrow. There were no sounds. The funeral was so... different from a funeral...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh... a person who is gone, leaving no one to cry. Ko Hla Wai frowned involuntarily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's right. There is no one to cry. But there is one who is surrounded by tears. That one is...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Hla Wai looked at Bai Bi again with tear-filled eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Some people have already returned. One of the four men from earlier was poking a short stick into the base of the tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThree or four leagues from the map, there is a thicket of thorns. Two old women are sitting cross-legged in the shade of the thicket. Two children are sitting near them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The boy is about three years old, and the girl is about five years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe boy was looking at the map with big round eyes. There were no tears in his eyes, and his face was not pale. He didn't seem to understand anything. He just stared at the adults with a look of amazement and interest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe girl wasn't crying, but there was a look of sadness on her face. I think it would be more accurate to say she was scared and trembling rather than sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only now did Hla Wae enter cautiously. She also blamed herself for being so sleepy earlier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Hla Wai walked slowly and stopped near the two children. Ko Hla Wai's eyes quickly met the little girl's. Those little eyes spoke. They expressed worry, fear, weakness, everything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Looking at Ko Hla Wai, the little girl, for some reason, reached out and grabbed her brother's small arm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man looked at Hla Wai from head to toe. He stared at Hla Wai, who was standing there in black shoes, gray checkered pants, and a light blue checkered shirt, as if he were looking at a strange creature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Hla Wai put on a sweet face and offered her hand to the boy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe child didn't pull her hand, didn't pull her, and instead turned around and pulled away from her sister's hand, running down the path towards the village. 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The winter has already passed, and in the evening, the snow mist is floating and hazy. It is so blue that it looks like fog. However, fog is a summer thing. It is not a winter thing. And fog has no smell, at least I think it has no smell. Snow has a smell. It cannot be said that it is fragrant. It has a refreshing smell. If you smell it, you know that winter is already here. Or you understand that snow has arrived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eActually, I think that the new winter and the arrival of snow have the same meaning. There is only one problem. Can we say that the rainy season has ended because the new winter has arrived? I don't think so, the old and the new often overlap.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook at the evening, the eastern half of the world is covered with snow and blue. The western sky is cloudy. It is full of colors like the sunset during the rainy season. There are also purple and gray clouds. The wind is blowing hard every now and then. It is not a north wind. When will the clouds continue to sweep over? If so, will the stars still be visible in the night sky? If there are clouds on the beautiful Tansaung Shwe Daing, it would be sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLecturer Dr. U Myint Nwe smiled as he walked down the narrow street in the center of Mandalay University, flanked by Hta Naung and Tamarin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As a psychology lecturer, I understand the mind. Especially my own mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI imagine. I have never thought it was shameful to be imaginative. In fact, a human mind needs a reasonable amount of imagination to be human.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The season is so dreamy, so beautiful, so strange, so nostalgic, so brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Myint Nwe was walking south from the row of wooden houses where many assistant lecturers, known as Ba Sha Hat (Ht) by government engineers, were housed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe red, brown and wooden houses are beautiful. The soil in the courtyard is different from the other soil around it, it is light and white. It is called the soil that has been laid. Because the soil is light and white, the green of the trees and flowers that grow there stands out more clearly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEngineers' terminology is also complicated. I don't know why they call beautiful wooden houses \"barsha huts\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know why people didn't tell me before that Mandalay was beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Poetic beauty doesn't like the word yet. Poetic beauty - yes. Poetic beauty. Mandalay's beauty has a poetic life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar away in the distance, the Shan Mountain... Yes, the Mountain... high, majestic, majestic, and peaceful. The snow-covered sky was still blue and dark. Between the Mountain and the viewer were fields. There were a few forests here and there. There were also many white pagodas. They were also peaceful. What would happen to the landscape without them? It would certainly be incomplete, unbeautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Myint Nwe turned east and walked towards the blue mountains. He passed the two-story buildings one after the other. Entering his own compound, U Myint Nwe looked around at the buildings on either side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the other side of the yard, a botany professor, about the same age as him, was waving goodbye to his little son, who was about a month old. He must have just come home from school, just like him. He hadn't changed his clothes yet. As the professor was waving and caressing his little son, the middle son was hugging him from behind. A big boy was riding a bicycle around the yard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Myint Nwe sighed softly and entered the room. There was no one to greet him. There was no one to embrace him with joy and to caress him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Myint Nwe changed his clothes upstairs, his chest heavy with pride. He hung his clothes on a clothesline and hung them on hooks. He spread his blanket at the foot of the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe came downstairs and sat down on the piano bench. He opened the piano lid and tried the sound. What should I play? I didn’t know what to play, and I didn’t feel like playing anything. I heard footsteps and Kyaw Thet Wai appeared holding a cup of coffee. Thet Wai placed the cup on the small table. U Myint Nwe stopped playing the piano and asked Thet Wai. “Is this the only cup of coffee?” “Yes, sir, just one cup. Is it because the guests are coming?” “My father, are the guests coming? I want to drink more strong coffee.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sorry, sir, that's what I meant. I read an article in the newspaper the other day. Coffee contains caffeine or benzoin. It definitely says that caffeine can cause heart disease, heart palpitations, or something like that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's wrong?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s why I only gave you one cup of coffee,” U Myint Nwe asked, looking at Thet Wai intently. “Here… Thet Wai, are you the teacher or am I the teacher?” “Ha… This matter is clear, I am me, the teacher is the teacher.” “Okay… If it’s clear, I’ll make you another cup of coffee, can you drink one?” “Can you finish it?” “Don’t be long, Thet Wai, do what I ask.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm afraid I'll be left with nothing, sugar is expensive, and you're not going to the golf course, are you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I... didn't play golf today.” * Oh... that's why....” “What? That's why.” “Looking for rain in the winter,” Thet Wai said and left the room. U Myint Nwe sat down to drink coffee, dissatisfied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThet Wai is a long-winded man. He makes good coffee. Just like U Myint Nwe likes, it's slightly bitter and sugary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Myint Nwe smiled as he drank his coffee. What the wise Thet Wai said was true. Drinking too much coffee is not good. The problem is that he really likes bitter coffee without milk. If he has nothing to do, he is satisfied with just sitting and drinking bitter coffee like black tea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere's nothing to do this evening, and it's time to go to the golf course. Well... after coffee, I'll go down to the yard and practice putting (close-range golf). An hour or so of leisurely time will pass. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481868046485,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_ee254568-055e-49ae-b596-f6ba38743075.jpg?v=1730270740"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုဘ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-မိုးတွေရွာမှဖြင့်လျင်ကွယ်","title":"University of Phonaing - The rain is falling from the village","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Walking under the gray rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon smiled. He didn't know what kind of smile he was smiling. He felt a little melancholy in his heart. Resentment was also present. Pride and anger were also present. In between, melancholy. Melancholy in his heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Rain is dark. Diamonds are red. Love. Oh... love, wow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon stopped walking. \"Dear Wawa. Does the word 'dear Wawa' still exist?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh ... there will be Wa Wa. There will still be. Dear Wa Wa or dear Wa Wa. Wa Wa that can be called like this. Dear Wa Wa. Is he still there?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh... I have a love interest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Whether it exists in the world or not, it exists in our hearts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of this knowledge, the heart becomes filled with longing. Because of this knowledge, the heart becomes filled with resentment. Because of this knowledge, the vapors of pride and anger rise in the heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's been a long time. Is it still worth having those feelings in my heart? Is it still worth walking under that gray rain?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEspecially in this place. In this city. Even to this innocent homeland, this city, I haven't returned for a long time. Now, for good reason, I have returned temporarily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is no sufficient reason for walking here, at this time, under this dark rain. I think there is none.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew that if he saw the big diamond tree with ruby ​​flowers here in the dark, he would remember the love he once had. Knowing this, why did he have to walk to this place?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Dr. Myo Mon smiled again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe love I once loved. Is this true? The love I once loved is now the love I no longer love.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This time, he knew his own smile. He smiled when he was sad, he smiled when he was angry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ah... At this moment, what other smile could I possibly smile besides this one? Dr. Myo Mon continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't want to deceive myself. I have already walked to that place, so I walked because I wanted to. Why did I walk because I wanted to? I don't think I need to find the answer to this question. I walked because I wanted to. My heart commanded me to walk. The heart doesn't always show reason. So I walked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh... Myo Mon, please continue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon walked along the narrow path. The ground gradually became higher. The bushes that were under his command gradually became thicker. He saw a large diamond tree standing tall. Against the background of the dark rain, the ruby ​​flowers were shining red. The narrow path continued forward past the diamond tree, but Dr. Myo Mon did not follow and stopped under the diamond tree. Dr. Myo Mon looked up at the diamond tree, which looked like a large ruby ​​umbrella. The green leaves were thin. However, the bright red flowers dominated the whole tree. The diamond flower pattern was dense and full.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... how deep and full of feelings you can feel. Holding the smooth trunk with one hand, Dr. Myo Mon looked ahead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mountain range is majestic and peaceful. This mountain has not changed at all. It was majestic and peaceful in the past. It is majestic and peaceful now. If only we could look at the world and life with the same majestic and peaceful gaze as this mountain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon took out a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and turned his back on the mountain. He leaned against the trunk of a large Seinpan tree and looked west.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe path I was walking on was a narrow dirt road. The exposed land sloped downwards to the west. To the right of the scene, I could see the white building of Mawlamyine College emerging from the dark green trees. To the left, Shwe Nat Taung and the pagoda. Facing west, large durian and mango plantations. Beyond that, as far as the eye could see, was a straight line of forest. Above this, the sky was covered with dark clouds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon, squinting from afar, looked back at the rolling land.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The narrow path split into two at the lowest point of the land. One path led to the college grounds. The other path led to the durian plantations.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon looked up at the road leading to the durian plantations. But... back then, he had also looked up at this road. It was the road that his lover had come to. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't look up at the road that his lover has come to?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now my heart is not beating. I am only feeling longing. Back then, I was so excited. I was so excited while looking towards the path where my lover was coming.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWa Wa. Her skin is yellow to match her name. She chooses to wear yellow clothes. She also remembers that. When her lover comes, she turns yellow. The whole world turns yellow. Inside her, there is only the moon. Dr. Myo Mon closed her eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I closed my eyes, the paintings of the past became more vivid. The beloved Wa Wa walked gracefully along the dirt road. When the bushes near the big diamond tree protected it, it ran. On a day when the monsoon wind was blowing, the hair on Wa Wa's head fluttered beautifully in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was waiting for her under the diamond tree. He had to gently pick up the moon that had jumped into his lap and hold it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sky would be dark. The big diamond tree would be bright red. But on the ground, the moon would be bright. The sky would be bright and clear. Dr. Myo Mon opened his eyes. He looked up wearily towards the road where his lover had come.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Myo Mon's whole body trembled. For a moment, he couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The posture is elegant. The neckline is clear. The whole body is beautiful. My beloved, my dear. In that place, in that way, there will be only one person with that appearance. My dear, my dear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... how could I meet Wa Wa this time? Wa Wa slowly approached.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the past, when he reached this place, Wa Wa would run to the young deer that his mother had found.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now, Wa Wa's expression was very determined. Dr. Myo Mon thought it was too determined.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWa Wa's head was raised, her face was lifted, and her eyes were looking straight ahead. She didn't even glance at the big diamond tree or herself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the sudden shock of surprise, shame and resentment rose in Dr. Myo Mon's heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWa Wa doesn't see himself, he must see. It's impossible not to see a person standing under a large, solitary tree. It's natural to look at someone you see at least once. Now, don't look. Oh.... Seeing but not looking is a clear sign. Because you don't want to look.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf he doesn't want to look, I have to turn my face away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As Dr. Myo Mon tried to turn away, Wa Wa's face turned straight towards him. It wasn't intentional. 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I don't know when I even noticed that. Yes....... the moon is setting. It's outside...... outside my room. And outside my continuum.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think I can hear the sound of yellow leaves falling. No. It can't be the sound of yellow leaves falling. Have you heard the sound of yellow leaves falling? It can't be. I think it's just the sound of the yellow leaves already falling being pushed by the wind and hitting the ground. I think...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I know when it's night. I know very well when it's a summer night with a full moon. It's hard... How do I know when?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe night seemed so quiet despite the sound of the yellow leaves moving. Well.......the yellow leaves weren't screaming incessantly, and the wind wasn't blowing non-stop............\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wind blows. The yellow leaves scream. The moon also shines....... What's going on...... Everyone is outside. I'm outside....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBuddha... Outside........... Outside... I'm outside. Outside... I'm laughing, I'm laughing....... Outside. I'm killing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only from the outside. Oh dear............ Am I alone? Am I alone?............\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI stopped walking. As soon as I stopped, I realized that I had been walking backwards and forwards earlier. Can't you walk backwards and forwards in a room that's only about 10 feet wide?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I sat down at the writing table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy brother... My brother is staring at me in the photo. Yes... staring. He's not smiling. He's not smiling in the photo. But... he's smiling outside too. My brother is smiling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't smile, Ko Ko.. don't smile, you know? From now on, you'll be better off not smiling.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy desk is cluttered with clutter because the exam is coming up. It's even more cluttered because of the letters from Ko Ko that I've opened and read.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Little brother...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI miss my younger brother Ko Ko very much. Being separated from my younger brother is harder than when I was young, when my younger brother was so mean and used to punch Ko Ko in the chin. Would my hard-hearted younger brother make fun of Ko Ko? Ko Ko said, \"You talk like a woman...\". You only talk like a woman, you only talk like a woman... I really miss my younger brother Ko Ko. Oh my... When were we ever separated? And... In this world, Ko Ko and my younger brother are the only two...\" That letter was the first letter I received from Ko Ko when I first entered university a year ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnother book... I got this one at the beginning of the year. ... Do you know about the bond, little brother? They say it's a bond. They say it's attached. It's something that can't be broken, something that can't be separated. The Dharma says that no one does what is right. For a human being, the Dharma is just a word. Isn't it..... little brother. A voice came into my ear. And then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLost. In the heart, there is a bond... not just once, not every year, not every third year. It's better to write it like this, not \"bond\" but \"bonded with iron.\" It's very strong, you know, little brother...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI understood the meaning (or) the external grammatical meaning of the letter. But I didn't understand the inner meaning at all. Back then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In another letter, Ko Ko openly opens up about his feelings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“...Crazy. This is the word that I found. Her beauty is crazy. I wonder if my younger brother, who doesn't imagine beauty, will ask. What is crazy... Do you call it crazy when the children become like the cat in the Ummadanti play, which is performed by the comedians? For example... The goddess of the rain, who is smiling and smiling, is the desire for the world that does not disappear, in this life... if it is not close... great suffering... what is the meaning of... being crazy?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWell...big trouble... Ko Ko's trouble......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was planning to tell my younger brother when he came back during the school holidays. But I didn't. My younger brother thought that I had found someone who loved me more than him... and that was it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Forgive me, I love you too. I love you too. I will tell you who he is when you come back. Oh... I will show you. Your words of \"I am crazy\" are not enough... Then you decided...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next letter is the last one I received from Ko Ko.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Little brother\"...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSpring is coming. The leaves are falling. People... writers... write about the falling leaves, loving them. Falling leaves are lovely. And what about beauty... beauty?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Little brother\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For Ko Ko, everything has fallen apart. As for expectations... Ko Ko never expected anything. Life started with a negative attitude from the beginning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't expect it this time. Hope is really a closed eye. It never opens on its own. It only opens when a ray of light shines on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Not every color is gold. 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Too short in this world...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A tear fell from my eye onto the line of the chain letter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"....Thun Naung passed away, please come back as soon as possible...\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481874534549,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_fb65493e-d56c-4181-b504-ef235611ab58.jpg?v=1730270755"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုဘ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-လေရူးသည်စာမတတ်ပါ","title":"University of the Philippines - The fool is illiterate","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePast and present... present and past, sadness and joy, and then joy and sadness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This is the mind, our own mind. Our mind, unable to focus on the senses, is still in the present moment, shrouded, haunted, and modified by the shadows of the past and the shadows of the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The city is beautiful. More beautiful than before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, Myat Thanh, okay... Myat Maung, get in. The other cars have already left. What are you looking at?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They're going somewhere, let them go, we'll just go calmly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “You’ve changed a lot.” “Really, Myint Aung?” “Well... talk to you later, well..... we have a lot to talk about.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMyint Aung got in the driver's seat and sat next to him in the front seat. Myat Thanh closed the car door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A yellow pickup truck rolled out of the clean, wide, and beautiful coastal road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now... tell me, what have I changed so much?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You've become more handsome and graceful, your sexuality seems to have grown, and your face no longer has the youthful, arrogant look. Well, your name is Myat Maung now. Do you prefer me calling you Myat Thang? I'm a broken-hearted person.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Call me whatever you like, and now you know how to call me. I won't answer anymore.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What did you say?\" \"But... it's all over.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e While steering the car, Myint Aung frowned and glanced at Myat Thanh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then he looked back and said calmly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aye.....it's all over,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myat Thanh remained silent, saying nothing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Since specialists from Yangon will be attending the opening of the new operating room, I don’t think you’ll be there first, and then I’ll get a call from you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “This is an invitation to show you how to handle and use the new tools.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aye... Anyway, you're back in our city, and I'm honored that you're staying at my house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's all, you're a university lecturer too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After a few moments, Myint Aung burst out laughing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Hey.. Hey, we’re not two boys walking on dry land in the stream anymore, what are you talking about, primitive(v) a(j), ha ha”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You still remember me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Huh... I remember, Bal... Have you forgotten everything?\" - Myat Thanh sighed involuntarily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't deceive myself like that. What's done is done, but what's left in my heart remains. I have to accept that fact and live my life straight.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're done being like this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I got it, I got it, just like you said, I'm back in this city, I dare to come back.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... I'm glad to hear that.\" The car started driving along the winding road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Taung Waing Road, No Thanya is speaking. The scenery is different from before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Why are you quiet?” “The scenery.” “What happened?” “It seems cleaner... more beautiful... more peaceful.” “Yes. It's not like you're destroying the beauty of the city anymore.” “Ah... yes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myat Thanh looked back at the natural slope, the meadow, and the garden that gently sloped down from the mountain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look at the pond in front of you, you'll be amazed.\" Yes. Amazing. That\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePreviously, if you looked from that place, you could see it. A dark,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, the road running east from the intersection is as green as a country road, wide and magnificent. At the intersection, there is a beautiful stone pillar, a symbol of the city. “The most beautiful place is the one where there is no longer a big tree that spoils the beauty. How beautiful it is now!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter reaching the intersection, Myint Aung drove the car to the left, following the Kyaik Ma Yaw intersection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Isn't your house on the university campus?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, I have something to show you, roads that didn't exist before, and I'll turn back from the General's Road and go to my house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the distance to the left is the green Kyaik Thalan mountain range. And because it is spring, there are golden brown remnants of broken trees and fields, and because there is a swamp, there are green grass and plantations.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the right, from the forest to the mountain, new houses, new buildings, new neighborhoods.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myint Aung stopped the car somewhere on the right side of the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What are you doing?” “You must be interested.” “What?” “Don't you remember? It's the Pi Tauk Yeik Thar where you can't pick flowers.” He remembered. Not only did he remember, his heart skipped a beat. He got out of the car with Myint Aung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You said, what’s left in me is left, but if you accept it and live life straight, it’s good, if you look at life straight, and if you accept that what’s gone is also a part of life.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I understand what you’re doing, Myint Aung. Don’t talk too much, just go.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The past...\" \"Don't talk too much\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm just saying, I don't know if you remember the old place, let's go look for it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know if it makes sense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, a strange interest is stirring.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A small hill, a small, pure hill.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only small trees are growing. Here and there, small patches of trees still remain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe surrounding forests are lush green in spring.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ah... well, nature is nature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sky was blue, with white clouds, thin and beautiful. The sun was bright and clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is the spring breeze blowing naturally?\" Myint Aung said as he walked ahead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's nice, they've planned to use this place to make it more beautiful and elegant.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even as he spoke, Myint Aung's eyes kept looking here and there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After a moment, he said, \"Ha... over there, isn't that the place?\" He pointed to a small, isolated clump of trees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are about three fairly large jackfruit trees, a diamond tree, and a hibiscus tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The two friends stopped under the shade of the trees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myint Aung pointed to the trunk of a jackfruit tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a rusty iron rod on the trunk. Myat Thanh looked at the ground. Nothing. Nothing. Only the red flowers of the diamond tree were on the ground. The yellow flowers of the lotus tree were also golden.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The paddy fields are not yet in bloom. There are still small, green buds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The branches and leaves of the trees are gently swaying in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... even if the lotus and lotus flowers bloom, his heart will be filled with joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myat Thanh stared silently at the ground, which was empty of anything but flowers and leaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A melody appears in the ear. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481879220373,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_a8afb2d0-2a53-42f4-80b4-8fd1cc22e7da.jpg?v=1730270767"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုဘ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-သာ-၀ေးရာဆီကိုပါ","title":"University of the Philippines - More Than 0","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's dark. It's pitch black. Have you ever experienced such darkness? How far should I go? The further I go, the darker it gets. Will the darkness end? Will I have to stay in the darkness? Oh...not yet. I have to run. I have to run. Run..run - run --. Run even in the darkness. Oh...run as far as I can, ah...only if I can run will I escape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh...in the back. As far as I can remember, there was a wall in the back. A wall of rejection, a wall of defiance, a cruel, dark wall. I was afraid of that wall. I was more afraid of the small room inside that wall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlone. Alone in a small room. Ah... I'm alone. Alone like a candle in the dark. When the candle goes out, there's only darkness. What if the candle of my life goes out? . .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only by running and running will you escape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDid you stumble while running in the dark? Your speed suddenly slowed down. Your head hit something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I opened my eyes in shock, the light came in sharply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There were also sounds of conversation. “What’s wrong?” “It’s written there.” “Oh..yes, are you close to Hintha?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“There’s still a long way to go. In between, there are Khamauksu, Yongthalin, Nibbana, Natmaw, and even Laybhu.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know if there are even four stations left. I've never been on this road before.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He, who had woken up clearly, looked around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh, is it on a train? Earlier, I hit my head against the back of a wooden bench. The side of the horn is a little sore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His other hand reached for the sore spot. He tried everything. When he pulled it back, he saw a small amount of blood on the tip of his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIs the wound not healing well yet? If not, well....well...how many days has it been?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He frowned. I don't remember. How did you get it? Well, that's a problem. Leave it. Haven't you escaped now? If you escape, it's over. After running away, you must be injured. Not strange. Not strange at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The train stopped at the station for only a short while and then left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe station is small. The village is small. There aren't many people getting on or off the train.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The slow train may sway and sway as it starts to move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked at the passengers in the carriage again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The two people who had been talking earlier were sitting together on the bench opposite him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow they are talking again. \"The couple is very friendly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The person who made the comment was a man in his thirties with a bald head and blond hair. He was wearing a raincoat. Near him was a blue leather handbag with the logo of a foreign airline.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis conversation partner was wearing a well-worn brown suit jacket. He was a hunchback with dark hair mixed with gray.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He spoke again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Usually, this line is crowded. Now, they're enforcing rules on the trains again. And there's a curfew in Yangon, right? The train changed its time so that you can enter Yangon before 6 p.m., and it left Pathein at 4 a.m., so it was empty.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For him, the only one who was face to face, a problem was solved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDark and pitch black. Yes. It was dark and pitch black when it first came out. It was still dark and pitch black at four in the morning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't even notice when the train left. When I fell asleep, what dreams did I have? In my dreams, it was dark and black. Traveling in the dark, oh... but the big wall, the small room, those were not dreams. They were in my dreams. But they weren't dreams. No. And his hand went back to the wound from his head. He felt the blood dripping from his body again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis time, without thinking about the injury, he looked at the passengers individually.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the left bench are two young men. Their hair is red and long, reaching over their waists. Their pants are tight. They are wide at the ankles. Their wristwatches are big and shiny. The dials are colorful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rest of the passengers were like him and me. Men and women, like him and me. They had bags. They had baskets. They had clothes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot far away stood an old man. He was tall and stooped. He had nothing under his rough cloth. His chest was bare. His face, under his bamboo helmet, was square and strong-jawed. But his cheeks were hollow and his eyes were pale and dull.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man leaned against the back of the bench with one side of his body. He was holding a bamboo stick with both hands, holding his head up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He thought as he absentmindedly rubbed the sticky blood on his fingertips with his thumb.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Why isn't the old man sitting down? Does anyone ask the old man to sit down anymore?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe looked back at where he was sitting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was alone in the two-person chair. He had previously curled up on the chair, looking as if he were sleeping comfortably. Now, he had his feet propped up and was leaning against the wall behind him. It was not very comfortable. It was as if he had taken up extra space.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe sat down. A man was standing next to him. He looked at the old man and made an inviting gesture.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man, trembling and weak, walked over and sat down next to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sadhu...Sadhu, may you be glorious, may you live long\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the old man sat down and gave the reward, the two long-haired boys looked at him with small smiles.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe thought about the gift his grandfather had given him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Be a monk. Well, what does being a monk have to do with this situation in life? You want to live a long life. Isn't living a long life the only goal of life? Life is also like a candle in the dark. Don't let that candle go out, don't let it go out like a blow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo... run away. The old man asked softly. \"Where are you going?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How far will it go?\" \"Oh...well...I'm from Pathein.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His answer was wrong. After answering, he realized that the answer was wrong. But he couldn't. There was no other answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man stared at him. But there was no special curiosity in those eyes. The kind of eyes that could ignore everything. Or, it seemed, the kind of eyes that were used to ignoring everything. But as he grew older, he could ignore everything. What could be interesting in life when the sun was setting?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the eyes were gone, the old man said nothing more. He continued to walk, his head shaking as he stared at the floor of the carriage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He noticed that two pairs of eyes were fixed on him from across the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He turned his face away, avoiding their eyes and looking outside. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481889575061,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e4544de7-1c66-4d89-a95a-8d04d0582f49.jpg?v=1730270780"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုဘ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-သူငယ်ချင်းလိုပဲဆကိ-ခေါ်မည်ခိုင်","title":"University of Phonaing - I'll call you Sakhi like a friend.","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI long for the love flower,\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThancho Mya Mya Mya Mya Pyar Win\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Stay here...\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sister Pyar Win, stay here... stay here... stay here..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe last lines of this poem echo in my mind, like the summer song of a hornbill responding to the sound from the mountainside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI know that literature, poetry, and the arts are good to cherish. I know that literature, poetry, and the arts are good to cherish, but I do not understand that literature, poetry, and the arts are born from the bonds of suffering and suffering in the path of life, which is based on the truth of the universe, and which is the source of new suffering. I do not understand clearly... Since ancient times, I have repeatedly recited these verses of \"Shin Aggamadhi\" in the \"Namāi Bom Kān\" without reason, and I have repeatedly recited them in my imagination.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow... this poem, which cannot be recited from the mouth, but only resonates in the heart, must be for you...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Forgive me, Khaing. May there be a future life, Khaing. May there be a cycle of rebirths and a drop of water that meets again in the cycle. May there be a drop of water that meets again in the cycle of rebirth\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey call someone who is no longer able to hear a person who speaks a madman. Try saying that. I am indeed a madman. Because my dear Khine cannot hear the words I have spoken above.... No matter how much I want to hear them, my dear Khine cannot hear them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Knowing that I can't hear you clearly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't say anything, my lord...\" I couldn't bring myself to utter these words, but if I did, the invisible mountain wind would carry me from the dark shadows of the spiritual world beyond the unknown summer clouds to the place where I would stand in silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't get me wrong.....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't want to say, 'Namko Win, Ne Ri Min...'\" I don't want to say it. If I could, I wouldn't say it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust as the old tree cannot say goodbye to the yellow leaves that have left the old tree of summer, I wish I could say no more.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The hard thing is... Khaing is not a yellow leaf. I am not an old tree either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e All the pain I've experienced.... I can't stand the yellow leaves and the old tree. For the old tree, if the brown leaves fall, the young leaves will grow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust as a single leaf, which is made up of two layers, has fallen off, leaving one leaf uncut, and I, who do not know how long I will endure this incomplete, lonely life, am lucky. I am even luckier because I have no feelings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the three worlds of feeling and perception... I, who am the highest, do not forget the past. I know the present. I am the one who can foresee the future. I am the one who is the worst. With the sharp senses that a person possesses, I do not know whether I should hate the body, the mind, the mind, the mind, the mind, the body\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I don’t want to see, hear, or know about my surroundings, Khaing. I also want to forget the past, Khaing. I’m not happy in the present either, Khaing. I’m scared every time I think about the future, Mi Khaing.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't want to see it, but I can see the surroundings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe surroundings I saw were wild and wild, with the wind blowing wildly, the yellow and golden leaves falling one after another, the blue of the summer twilight. Where I stood was a desolate cemetery, with only the graves and the gravestones scattered everywhere.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe yellow leaves are just the dancers of the season who, at the end of the story, carry the mourning festival with gestures, without singing a melancholy song.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As I watched the season dancers' crying ceremony with a heartbroken heart, I was the only one who didn't dare to cry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I want to cry, Khaing... But I don't want Khaing's peaceful spiritual world to be destroyed by the echoes of my brother's sobs, Mi Khaing...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMay you be a Mi Khaing and have peace in your life...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My life can no longer be peaceful, my dear.... No matter how much I love you, no matter how much I hate and resent the bad luck that has happened, there can never be peace in my life, my dear.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKnowing this, let them say that love is a curse. I am like a madman who spins a meteor and collects it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The meteors I search for are just nostalgic memories from a past that is no longer there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The past times that Khaing and I spent together are nothing but nostalgic memories.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481893212309,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_3c01a81a-54e9-4702-b876-f55b3733a6e6.jpg?v=1730270795"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်နန္ဒမိတ်-စာရေးချင်သောသူများသို့","title":"University of Nandamuk - To those who want to write","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNowadays, as the number of readers increases, so do the number of people who want to write. From monthly magazines to daily newspapers, and from magazines worth twenty-five kyats, one kyat, seventy-five kyats, and fifty kyats, the number of articles, essays, poems, and manuscripts that arrive every day is so overwhelming that the editors of the relevant newspapers cannot finish reading them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis kind of... growing desire to read and write is a good thing for the country. However... while those who want to read can buy or rent the newspapers they want to read, those who want to write have difficulty finding their writing in any newspaper. (Or) whatever they send in, they end up in the trash of the relevant editor. Out of the 160 manuscripts sent in from all over the country (excluding those from famous writers), it is quite difficult for the editorial team to find a single manuscript that they like.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis does not mean that those who have the desire to write and submit their writings from all over the world are uneducated or illiterate. Just as not every manuscript that the editorial board of the relevant newspaper likes is a good manuscript, not every manuscript that it does not like is a bad manuscript. However, the manuscripts that have the desire to write and submit their writings from all over the world are usually poor. This “poor” writing is not because they are uneducated or illiterate, but because they are “wrongly formulating” the content they have seen and heard.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust because you say “composition”, you should not think that there is a “method” for writing. Literature is a very delicate art, so it is not easy to be a good writer. In order to be a good writer, you cannot memorize any “method”. If you memorize the “method” that “quinoa cures fever”, and if you give quinine to a person with typhoid fever, the patient will not get better, but will suffer more. Similarly, the medical writer says that “sweet and sour taste overcomes bile. It is the most powerful. It makes you happy. It prolongs life. It improves the figure. It clears the senses.” If you eat a lot of sweet and sour things, you will suffer from phlegm loss and frequent urination.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSimilarly, it is said that “sour food digests food, sweetens the mouth, and clears the wind.” If you eat too much sour food, you will experience problems such as mental confusion, thirst, and loss of bile. Therefore, those who want to write should not follow the “method of composition” but should pay attention to the “formation”. Paying attention to the “formation” does not mean that you should follow the example of a writer who has written a good piece of writing in short sentences. If you try to write a good piece of writing like that writer, it will not be as good as that writer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven so, since the author's style of composition and his own style were almost identical, he had to follow others.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLiterature\" means the words that one has \"composed\" of what one has seen, heard, and known with one's own brain. What things must a writer have in order to compose such words? A writer must be able to see and touch the world. Seeing and experiencing only the shadow of the world will not help a writer to write. The shadow of the world and the world are different. The shadow should not be considered real.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLiterature is... a combination of raw materials from the world (or) life and the writer's brain, even small words and letters. Therefore, those who want to write must be able to express the contents of the world with the creativity of their brain. They must try to express it. Here is a rule that should always be followed in \"composition\". That rule is \"Combine the raw materials seen and heard from the world (or) life with your brain and write it creatively.\" \"Write creatively\" does not mean writing in a way that turns an elephant into a goat, or a goat into an elephant, nor does it mean writing by copying. No writer writes an elephant into a goat, or a goat into an elephant, nor does he copy. If he writes an elephant into a goat, or a goat into an elephant, will that writer's writing still be correct? Or if it were copied and written, wouldn't the author's writing be a lifeless robot, not a living art?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, those who want to write need to combine the raw materials they see and hear from the world (or) life with their own brain and write with a sense of humor (or) creativity (or) innovation. Regarding the importance of writing good literature like this, Master Pe Moe Ning wrote a sermon saying... \"Good literature is not related to history or knowledge of the Abhidhamma. Only those works that show new and different ideas that are easy to read and enjoyable are called good literature, and those who write such works are called good writers.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is not true that a person who knows history is a good writer. A good writer is afraid that his writing will be worse or even worse because he knows history. A good writer is afraid that his writing will be worse because he knows Abhidhamma. A good writer is so good at Abhidhamma that his writing will be like a fish in the sea. In short, when he writes, he is arrogant and wants to show off his skills, and at the same time, it affects his writing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn addition, the desire to incorporate the knowledge he has learned into his writing is so strong that his natural intelligence is not allowed to emerge, and instead of his natural voice, there are many echoes. \"Only a writer who writes something with the intention of making the reader happy, the reader sad, the reader shocked, the reader sad, the reader smiling, the reader remembering, and the reader sharing his thoughts is a good writer, and his writing can be called good writing.\" He also pointed out the basic points for those who want to write. Let's say that a person who wants to write has seen, heard, and experienced something from the world (or) life, which is the raw material, and has a sense of humor. In what \"style\" should he write it?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn writing, there are roughly\u003c\/span\u003e two types of content: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003econtent and\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eform. Some writers consider content to be more important than style (writing style). However, for me,\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ejust as content is important in writing,\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eform is equally important as content. Therefore, in this article, I would like to briefly discuss “style”. No matter how interesting, nostalgic, funny, or shocking the raw material that we see, hear, and perceive is, a poor writing style is like a grain of gold in a bowl of pure water. It is difficult to eat, and it is a pity to throw away, and it eventually ends up in the trash of the relevant editor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn my opinion, the manuscripts sent by people from all over the world are usually not bad in content, but there are very few manuscripts that can be said to be good in style. Regarding the pursuit of wealth and prosperity, the monk of Kantaw Min Kyaw Monastery\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ewrote, “If you want wealth, seek good things, be free from physical pain, do not be lazy, work hard, do not be arrogant\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is the same subject that is often complained about by Teacher P. Moe Ning, who says that nothing can be done, that if you do it, you will fail, lose your money, and become bankrupt. This is a saying that you often hear. People who say this are those who do not remember how to do it, but only think about what to do. \"The word 'how' means the system. Without a system, nothing can be done.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, the how is more important than the what. \"If you do not develop a how system, you will not be able to do anything. There is no need to search for what to do with great difficulty. If you do something that is useful and beneficial to people and is liked by many, then the how system will definitely be widespread.\u003c\/span\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, Saya Myo Maung wrote in the \"Sel Than\" journal...\u003c\/span\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou do not need to pass a BA to become a royal official. If you pass a BA but do not know how to use it, it is useless...\" and so on, they wrote in their own style and from their own perspective. In these three writings, whether Saya Myo Maung followed Saya Pi Moe Ning's style or Saya Pi Moe Ning's style of the Kantaw Min Kyaung Sayadaw, it would not have been a good piece of writing. 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Ko Tin Aung is four or five years older than me and entered university earlier than me. I am not very close to Aston. He was a student, having entered the 9th or 10th grade before the war. I entered the 10th grade after the war. He lived in Thaton Saung and I lived in Uttara Saung (Shwe Bo Saung), so we only met occasionally. He was fair-skinned, tall, and full of body. His brown, sparse hair fell in a curl on his forehead. Maung Kyi Kyi introduced him to me, and he wrote articles and poems for the Kyaw Journal. Although I knew him as a university student, I was not close to him. When I saw him, he would light a cigar and smile. He didn’t talk much, and he would nod his head when others spoke. He was also cold, and I didn’t talk much in conversation. That’s why I wasn’t close to him. If I met him, I would just say hello. Just a smile. Another reason I didn't get along with him was that he had been drinking since then, and I probably didn't drink at that time. It's easy to get along with people around alcohol. \"I think it's easy to understand each other around alcohol, and people who have experienced suffering are the easiest places to capture a person's mind.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Tin Aung is said to be living in the Thaton monastery, but he is not in the monastery. He spends most of his time outside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know if it was in the Blood Drinking Magazine or the Journal Kyaw Magazine. I remember a poem he wrote very well. The title of the poem is \"Encourage the Heaven and the Earth.\" His poems are not just four-syllable poems, but free verse. Sometimes he uses five or six syllables. Sometimes he uses two or three.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn 1950, when we worked together on the University Yearly Magazine, we became closer. That year, young writers from the university were elected to serve on the University Yearly Magazine, but usually there were no writers in those years. That year, we had the idea of ​​running for the position of editor of the University Magazine. Before the war, when the University Magazine, Owai Magazine, and Ganta Lok Magazine were published, they were led by contemporary writers. Writers were produced from those magazines. Before they wrote for other magazines, they wrote for the university magazines. You could say that they trained. Many writers who would become prominent in the Burmese literary world were born from those magazines. With that aim, we were elected to the University Yearly Magazine editorial board.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLuckily, all of our nominees were selected. Ko San Lwin and I (Sayyar Beeman) were English speakers, Maung Kyi and Nanda Meik from the University were Burmese speakers, Ko Tin Gyi (University Nilar) was the work manager, Ko Kyaw Aung (writer Kyaw Aung), the executive secretary, Ma Khin Win Kyi (later a retired professor from the Pali Department of Yangon University), and Ko Khin Maung Zaw (later a member of the film Luthu Aung Than as Ko Mya Gyi and who died in the United States more than thirty years ago while working for the American Voice). Ko Tin Aung and I became closer when we worked together at the magazine. I also helped them proofread their Burmese manuscripts. When we went to the press, we all went together. When we went to pick up advertisements, we all went together. When we went to see writers from outside, we went together. Before us, university magazines did not usually include manuscripts by outside writers. It is only during our time that we have included manuscripts by outside writers. We want to include the article \"Bahein\" or \"Poetry\" in the article \"People's Studies\" written by Dagontaray in English. When we think of someone who will be a translator, we think of the great gazetteer U Khin Maung (Taw Thar). The great gazetteer U Khin Maung used to dress in Burmese and talk about literature and poetry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Ko Tin Aung finished his BA, he left school and went to work as an editor at the Progress Newspaper. At that time, Min Shin was also at the Progress Newspaper, so he came to know about Min Shin. Ko Tin Aung lived alone in a small house on Kyauk Myaung Thita Street. When he came to the city, Ko Tin Aung would go to his house on Kyauk Myaung Thita Street and we would chat. Sometimes, after work in the evening, I would go to Ko Tin Aung’s house on Kyauk Myaung Thita Street and spend the night. His house had nothing. There was only a pot of water, a glass, three or four plates, a mosquito net, a pillow, and two blankets. Only books, empty alcohol bottles, and cigarette butts decorated his house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, when Min Shin went to work at a radio station, I worked for a while at the Progress Newspaper. The owner of the Progress Newspaper, Progress U Sein (U Baji Ngo), allowed us to write headlines, so we both wrote headlines as we should. It wasn’t just a regular thing. If he had an idea, he would write it, and if I had an idea, I would write it. Our headlines were usually about world peace, domestic peace, and so on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Tin Aung's first novel, \"Nanda Palle\", was written and published around this time. His protagonist, Ko Ba Thin, can be said to be a clone of Ko Tin Aung. Ko Ba Thin and Ko Tin Aung are similar in their way of thinking and acting. His heroine is the poet Pule.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poetess Pearl is also a portrait of a young poet he loves. “Nanda Pearl” is a love story between philosopher Ko Ba Thin and poet Pearl, but because it was written against the backdrop of Burmese politics at the time, the PFLP government banned the publication of his book and banned it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAround 1952, when we were gathering at the house of Than Tin (publisher of the New Literature magazine and later editor of the National Library), Tin Aung also came to visit us. The regular guests at Than Tin's house were Aung Lin Minshin, myself, the university's Nandameet, and Maung Kyi-lin. Writers, musicians, and all sorts of people came to his house. Thaw Ta Swe was upset with his family and stayed with us at Than Tin's house for about a year. The guests who came for four or five days a week were Minshin, Naung, Moe Wai, Than Swe, the musician Thanat Than, Saw Nyein Sandara Aung Khin, Abbu U Than Myint, and Tint. There must be many more that I don't remember.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, Than Tin’s house was a home for young writers after the war. In the evenings, there was always a literary, drinking or musical group. The music that was played by Saw Nyein’s songs such as Moe Thet Le Yon and Sam were songs of that era. Saw Nyein played the violin, Aung Lin played the pattala, and I played the mandolin, Than Swe and Min Shin played the music. When Nandamiek got a little drunk, he would pull out his cloth and dance to his song. The song was a song by YMBA teacher Tin. “When the time came, my mind would burst. No matter how hard I tried, I would go crazy.” Later, Nandamiek left the Progressive Newspaper and returned to Thandwe. When the teacher returned to Yangon, Nandamiek was not alone, but his wife, Ma Amar. The two of them lived in a small room at the top of the Hledan. Her house became our home and our drinking place. His wife, Ma A Ma, was also tolerant of her husband's friends. Nandamek tried to establish himself as a full-time writer. He wrote many short stories and novels. However, in those days, he did not get any money for his manuscripts. It was very rare for a writer to earn more than a hundred for a short story. Usually, they earned less than three figures. Then I heard that Nandamek had joined Myawaddy. At that time, I was studying at the University of Life. My stories were published in magazines and sent to my house as often as possible. So when I heard that he was being harassed, I was saddened.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNandameet doesn't stay in one place for long. She likes freedom. She wants to have fun. If she's happy, she doesn't care how much money she gets. She doesn't mind. She wants to have a drink, write a letter, and talk to her friends. She's not someone who craves office trappings, tables, and chairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoon after leaving Myawaddy, he found himself working as an editor at Nawaday Magazine. Nawaday Magazine became a major literary magazine with great influence. I don't know why. When Nawaday Magazine was discontinued, I heard that he was working at a detective magazine. At that time, he didn't see me much because I didn't write detective stories or anything like that. When I went to the university of life again, I became even further away from him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“When I returned after a long time at the university, Nandameet had returned to Thandwe and was working as a teacher. I heard that his wife, Ma Ama, had also passed away and he had remarried. We never met in person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think the last time I saw him was around 1980. He came to me one rainy night. He wasn't as cheerful as usual, and he seemed to have lost his composure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I moved to Yangon. I wrote 3 or 4 of the manuscripts I already wrote myself. I translated two of them. Please help me find a publisher. You stay in Yangon, so we keep in touch, right? And I also want to reprint William Slynn’s “The Battlefield of Burma.” Please help me find a publisher.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI contacted a publisher and one of his books was published.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know if he has written any more books or not. I didn't see him again, but I heard that he had moved to Thanlyin. He didn't seem to be very interested in Yangon, and I, too, became blind, so I didn't go out without a companion. I didn't see him after I heard that he had moved to Insein. When I heard that he had passed away, the funeral had already been held. I didn't even go to his funeral. 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Titanic\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the ancient history of the world, there was once a family that ruled the entire world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat family was \"incomparably greater than any other family, both physically and intellectually.\" That is why that family was able to dominate the entire world. This is the story of the Khoma chronicles. The family that existed in this way was called the \"Titans\" in Khoma terminology.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, the ship that surpassed all other luxury liners in every way was named the Titanic. Of the many floors on the Titanic, the best and most luxurious first class was deck A.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e First class bedrooms on floor “A”.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe passenger in first-class cabin number 33 was unable to sleep on the bunk and was tossing and turning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sweat on the face revealed the restless traveler's inner state.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The passenger was not tall. To be precise, he was only about five feet two inches tall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis thin hair was also gray. His face was unremarkable, except for a pair of thick, dark eyebrows. Most would estimate the traveler to be about 50 years old, but in reality he was only 34 years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To be precise, it's just 34 years and 10 days.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wrinkles under his eyes were deep, his skin was as pale as plaster, and his hair was thin and white.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo everyone who saw the traveler would guess that he was fifty years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The passenger lay on his back on the bunk, arms folded across his chest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The two arms, which are placed together, are moved by bending and stretching the rope on the chest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The moving fingers testify to a restless inner mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe experience of the past five months of heartbreak had left the traveler feeling depressed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When a traveler wakes up from sleep, his mind wanders through a vast expanse, with no beginning, no end, and no time. This often happens, but the traveler must control his mind and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhere are you? What time is it? You are constantly reminded that your mind is gradually becoming confused and may even go crazy. The traveler knows that he is in a state of confusion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe worst feeling. The passenger stared intently at the ceiling fan above the bed. The fan was still. He examined his face with his hand. His beard, which had not been shaved for about 15 days, was covered in stubble. The passenger did not want to look at the clothes he was wearing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe traveler already knew that it would be dirty and wrinkled with sweat and noise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After arriving as a passenger in the first class cabin of the Titanic, you must shower and change your clothes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, the passenger, without taking a shower or changing his clothes, entered room number 33, climbed onto the bunk, and slept.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe slept soundly. He had been fast asleep for almost three days. He had been awake for very little during those three days. He had not eaten, not only had he not eaten, but he had not even drunk water. When he woke up this morning, it was Sunday. It was already late in the evening. The passenger was calculating the time when the ship would dock in New York.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sunday,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Monday\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tuesday...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Wednesday\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ship will be able to arrive in New York on Wednesday morning. If you count from Sunday evening...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It will take at least 50 more hours of sailing to reach New York. 'It's safe for me now.'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The traveler braced himself, but still he stubbornly refused to accept the fact that the inside was safe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The thing you spent so much of your life to acquire is now in a safe place, isn't it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The passenger encouraged himself. \"Safe, very safe.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The traveler, making this mental note, checked his inner pocket again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 100th time I tried. The key was still in my inner pocket. I was reassured by the passenger. So I closed my eyes and went to sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The traveler did not know how long he had been asleep. All he knew was that something had shaken him awake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Something that shakes you up is not a loud noise...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt wasn't a violent movement. It was as if the bunk I was sleeping in was gently shaking. It was as if something had collided with another bunk from a distance, directly below the bow of the ship, where cabin number 33 was in first class.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The passenger suddenly sat up on the bunk and swung both sides to the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, I felt the entire ship, which was vibrating with the engine speed, become quiet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e An experience never before experienced on a ship for passengers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After experiencing this, a ray of 'knowledge' appeared at the end of the traveler's \"reluctant mind.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e All the engines on the ship have stopped,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe passenger continued to sit on the bunk, listening to the commotion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What I heard were not the sounds of machinery, but the whispers of the crew members moving around the crossings, joking with each other, and the voices of the passengers in the adjoining rooms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA feeling of unhappiness, cold as ice and as disgusting as the long snout of a cockroach, enveloped the passenger's entire body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e An ordinary passenger would ignore such inconveniences and just go back to sleep. However, the first-class cabin, number 33,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor the passenger, such inconvenience cannot be ignored.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The traveler's mind is in a state of confusion, and all it takes is one hand to drive him crazy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, the traveler's five senses are at their peak, magnifying everything he sees, hears, and encounters. 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I was a bit confused at first. Even the names of towns and villages were different. Even if someone pointed out a town and said it, I couldn't tell where it was. Burma was a complete stranger to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI had been assigned to reorganize the No. (1) Burma Corps, and had flown from Ireland to India, and from India to Burma. At this time the Royal Air Force had abandoned Mingalardon and was in Magway. General Alexander, who was in command of the entire Burma battlefield, was trying to hold back the enemy with all his forces. I had come to report to the General and to obey his orders. At the General’s headquarters, I found the two commanders of the two divisions that were to be included in the No. (1) Corps to be reorganized ready. Fortunately, the commanders, Major Generals Scott and Win, were old friends who had served with me in the same regiment for twenty years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I was encouraged to come back to Burma, where I was completely new, to see my old colleagues and friends.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 1st Burmese Division, commanded by Stock, was responsible for defeating the enemy who were advancing from the Bago Yoma and Sittaung River valleys, near Taungoo. The 17th Indian Division, commanded by Ko Win, was still regrouping 30 miles south of Pyay after suffering heavy losses at the Battle of Sittaung Bridge. General Alexander assigned me the task of regrouping the 1st Division and left for India that same day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGeneral Hutton was responsible for commanding the Burma battlefield. I was to defend the enemy from Pyay with the reorganized No. (1) Army.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I examined my corps that had been assembled so far, I found some of the remaining officers and soldiers from the Burma Army Headquarters, not more than sixty men in total.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter being ordered to move my headquarters to the old courthouse in Pyay, I went with my comrade to inspect the 17th Indian Division, thirty miles to the south, and found a large crowd of people, as if they were in a carnival. They were refugees from the Black War.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 17th Division, though badly damaged at the Battle of Sittaung Bridge, was seen to be in good spirits. Major Mike Calvert, who later became a hero in Wingate's Special Forces, was a member of the 17th Army. He bravely attacked the enemy-held town of Hinthada from the river and inflicted heavy casualties on the Burmese BIA troops, which were manned by Japanese officers. Similarly, another unit of the 17th Division attacked Letpadan and drove the enemy out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn March 22, the enemy saw signs of an attack on Pyay, so the 1st Burma Division in Taungoo was ordered to advance to the Derindabo, Kyaukpandaung, and Aunglan areas. The 5th Chinese Army, which had arrived to reinforce the area, was protecting the Bago Yoma and Sittaung River basin. The 17th Indian Army, which was thirty miles south of Pyay, was also brought to Pyay and assembled. Enemy planes bombed Pyay from time to time, but they were not very strong. The enemy's Fifth Army troops harassed us by setting fire to houses almost every night. Pyay was a strong city with the Fifth Army. The situation of the Kala refugees who were crossing the Ayeyarwady River and going to India via the Taungkot Valley road was also complicated. Smallpox and cholera were also spreading.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile the units of my No. (1) Corps were winning battles such as the Battle of Hinthada and the Battle of Letpadan, raising the morale of our soldiers, the air force group in Magway was also showing its strength.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"On March 20, air reconnaissance indicated that there were about 50 enemy aircraft in Mingalardon. Therefore, all the aircraft in Magway and the aircraft guarding Sittwe joined forces to attack the enemy aircraft. In the air battle, one enemy aircraft crashed and 16 enemy aircraft on the airfield were destroyed. Only one aircraft from our side crashed.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“While we were happy to hear this news, we received news that the enemy had attacked Magway Airfield in large numbers on March 21. The enemy had attacked six times by the evening of the following day, using 250 aircraft.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the first attack came, there were only 32 British planes on the Magway airfield. Some of these planes were able to take to the skies in time to attack the enemy planes. Four of the enemy planes were shot down. However,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe difference in strength was immense... By nine o'clock in the morning of March (22), only six British planes remained. Of those six, only three were able to fight back. On March (23) and (27)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn 1945, the enemy also attacked Sittwe Airfield with great force, forcing all remaining aircraft on the Burma battlefield to be permanently evacuated to India.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom this time on, my corps was no longer able to conduct any aerial reconnaissance. As the enemy's air power became unrivaled, cities such as Pyay, Meikthila, Tha Si, Pyinmana, Pyin Oo Lwin, Lashio, Taunggyi, and Mandalay began to burn under the effects of enemy bombing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur soldiers, too, no longer camped in large houses, but instead went into the jungle and only marched at night. With no air support and poor ground reconnaissance, we were unable to gain a good understanding of the enemy's situation and had to march blindly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile we were fighting the enemy with no air support, we received news that the 200th Chinese Division, which was holding out in the Sittaung River Valley, had been cut off by the Japanese 55th Division. Of the three divisions in the 5th Chinese Army, the 200th was cut off by the Japanese on March 24th. Some of the 22nd Chinese Army were at Pyinmana, sixty miles from Taungoo, while the rest of the division could only reach Lashio. The third division, the 6th, was near the Burmese border.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile the 200th Chinese Division was fiercely resisting the advancing enemy, some units of the 22nd Division, which was near Pyinmana, rushed forward to provide reinforcements. The situation was becoming tense. On March 28, my corps received orders to switch from defense to offensive. I knew that by switching from defense to offensive, I would be helping the Chinese forces who were scattered in the Sittaung River Valley. However, my corps was in a state of regrouping and our intelligence was poor, so I decided to switch from defense to offensive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the order given above must be followed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Therefore, the army led by Ko Win...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (a) To the brick kiln, about sixty miles south of Pyay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To march along the railroad,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (b) Divide one army at Zee Kone, north of Okpho town, and advance east.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To protect the area between the southern wing and the brick kiln,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(c) On the banks of the Marawaddy River, 23 miles south of Pyay Township.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyaungsa village was built to protect the western flank of the Athakama state and prevent enemies from crossing the Irrawaddy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (d) In compliance with the above instructions,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He ordered the attack to achieve small regional victories, crushing any enemy he found.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe only assistance I could give to Ko Win's division to carry out the orders I had given it was to send a group of some landing troops, some commandos, and some Burmese border guards from the west bank of the Ayeyarwady River to consult with Ko Win and carry out whatever tasks Ko Win gave him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is reported that some Japanese and BIA troops are at Htoo Bo, 25 miles south of Pyay. Htoo Bo is on the west bank of the Rawatty River, and is expected to cross to the east bank, where it is located, and to be able to avoid the danger of an attack from behind. Although it is not possible to cross the river, it is possible to keep a gunboat with armed men on patrol.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42481963565205,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f6d4100b-9357-43ea-bf2c-b940d78e3448.jpg?v=1730271003"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်နန္ဒမိတ်-သံလွင်မြစ်ကမ်းတိုက်ပွဲ","title":"University of Nandamuri - Battle on the banks of the Salween River","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe one who returned to Myanmar\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOrder\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't want you to think that helping the British troops is helping the British to return to Burma and rule. We are helping the British at this time because we want to oppose the Japanese. After the war, Burma should be ruled by the Burmese people.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWho do you think spoke the above words in front of a white-faced officer during World War II?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who said this was neither a political leader nor a famous person, but a simple Burmese man. The dear reader will be surprised to hear his name. He will be even more surprised to know the village where he lives. His name is Puchingui. The village where he lives is Panhai Village in Kokang District. He has no other significant honors except the title of brother of a chieftain, which the village honors him with.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, he was a man who loved his country and people with great courage. The influence of the British troops that arrived on the eastern bank of the Salween River in 1943 and 1944 gradually increased. Even before the Second World War, he was not afraid of the British, who had become powerful and called the British Empire on which the sun never set, but with a strong spirit of independence. He said that helping the British was not helping the British to rule Burma again after the war, but was only temporarily helping and cooperating in the anti-Japanese activities. I sincerely respect and praise Pu Chin Kwe, a villager from Pan Hai in Kokang, who dared to say openly and boldly that he was helping the British again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike the patriotic Comrade Puchin Do of Panhai Village in Kokang, who longed for Burma's independence with a strong desire and used weapons to resist the fascist Japanese, who were few rivals in the war on the west bank of the Thanlwin River, it was the villagers of Ko Seng Village. As they vigorously fought against the Japanese, the one who particularly prevented the British from regaining control was Yang Wan Su, the military and political leader of the villagers of Ko Seng.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Seng is just a poor village on the east bank of the Salween River like other villages. However, the villagers have a different mentality from the villagers in other villages. While the villagers in other villages have a mentality of avoiding the coming disaster, the villagers in Ko Seng have a strong mentality of facing the coming disaster. They have abandoned the fear of running away from the Japanese and have developed the mentality of fighting the oppressive fascist Japanese in a revolutionary way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI would like to introduce you, dear readers, to such people with such a strong revolutionary spirit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe villagers of Ko Saeng, instead of waiting patiently for the situation to develop, were determined to create the situation they wanted. They were also prepared with all kinds of weapons to retaliate at any time against the Japanese, who were threatening them with great force from the west bank of the Salween River. Ko Saeng was a very fertile ground for the resistance against the Japanese.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYang Wan Wei, a political and military leader from Ko Seng village, played an important role in the history of the Burmese revolution. But... who wrote down his deeds?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWho could have written even four or five lines about the bravery of the villagers of Koesang that he led?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt has been 20 years since the Japanese Revolution, and the descendants of Ko Seng Village who are still alive today will remember the spirit of the villagers of Ko Seng, and the courage and patriotism of Yang Wanyu, who led the villagers of Ko Seng.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn this way, all the revolutionary activities of the ethnic groups born in Burma gradually faded away, with no one to record them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think that John Beamish, the author of the Burma Drop, which I am now translating into Burmese, inadvertently wrote about Pushin Kwe from Panhai village in Kokang, and about the villagers of Ko Seng village and the village leader Yang Wan-wei, in his opening chapter praising the British Empire on which the sun never sets. The mother of the original author, John Beamish (4), was a Burmese woman, and I wonder if John was revealing the spirit of the Burmese ethnic people who wanted to be his slaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, I would like to express my special gratitude to the original writer, John Biermisch, for documenting the fiercely independent villagers and village leaders of the Kokang and Ko Seng regions. In other words, mushrooms grow from rotting wood. Lotuses grow from cow dung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When we were in trouble, the British did not come to help us, not even a single rifle. We collected all the weapons we could find in our village and defended our territory. We exchanged all the weapons we could from the Chinese soldiers for money. Well... Now that we have done all we can to protect ourselves, and our master, the British Major, has arrived, it is very sad to think about the British.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYang Wanwei, who was in charge of the defense of the Ko Saeng, boldly said the following to John Beamish, an official sent by the British command in India.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yang Wan Hlaing, a strong Burmese nationalist who strongly supports the idea of ​​national independence, spoke about racial discrimination as follows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you are white, you are considered civilized and educated. If you are not white, you are considered rude and uncivilized. The white-faced officials sent by the British government care more about the horses and dogs they have bred than about the people under their control.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Those bureaucrats are only a handful. Every nation has people who discriminate like this, right? They are a minority.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was reading intently, immersed in the debate between the original author, John Bimish, and Yang Wanwei, the political and military leader of the Ninevehs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe image of Yang Wan Hle, the commander of the defense forces of the Nineteenth District, responding to John Beer Mish, who had arrived on a special mission to the eastern shore of the Thanlwin River, is also beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A minority is a minority, yes, but that minority is a very scary one. The Burmese are treated as if they were not people. How can the Burmese forget this? If the Burmese like the English, if they like British rule, why are they demanding independence? The Burmese, who do not even want to live in the British Commonwealth and are demanding their own independence, have strong historical evidence to support this demand.\" I wholeheartedly applaud John Bimish for his response to the statements of a Ko Sein resident.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore and during the Second World War, we Burmese people living around Yangon and Mandalay, who were generally considered to be backward, were surprisingly advanced in their ideas, visions, and political views, compared to our brothers and sisters, the Ko Seng and Kokang people, who were our blood relatives, east of the Thanlwin River in northern Shan State.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482061541525,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_7eb70eb2-99b7-4b3b-ab4d-18e796ae74da.jpg?v=1730271016"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်နန္ဒမိတ်-သန်းခေါင်ယံခုနှစ်မိနစ်","title":"University of Nandamuri - Seven Minutes to Midnight","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOpen\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMarch 1944\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA small, moss-colored military jeep was speeding towards Lisdart. The driver was a lieutenant colonel. Sitting next to him was a major. In the back seat of the car, an MP38 machine pistol was slung across his lap, singing, and looking to one side. Was the sergeant ever a sergeant?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe three were intelligence officers from the 1st British Commando Brigade, but they were dressed in German army uniforms. They had army rank insignia on their uniforms. In their pockets were documents listing their army ranks and names.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLiszt is just a small town on the banks of the Lippe River.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, Lisdart, which is just a small town, is a crucial area in the current military situation during the Great War.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though it was still two hours before dusk, the bright colors of the bullets could be seen streaking across the southwestern sky. The sound of bombs and artillery was thundering. The German commander, Model Army Group No. B, was fighting fiercely, trying to avoid being crushed by the American forces that were encircling the Ruhr area.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, the colors emerging from the anti-aircraft guns and long-range artillery were shining brightly in the southwestern sky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the back seat of the car, tall, short, and tall, Sergeant Pu La, who was humming a song from a war movie, asked Major Jack in the front seat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How much more do you need, Major?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e All three of them speak German as well as German men.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, Phula asked in German: \"Only five miles to go.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Without looking at the map or the dial showing the miles traveled, Major Jack looked straight ahead and replied...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you don't run red lights, you'll be there in ten to fifteen minutes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm afraid I'll encounter the Yanks' long-distance intelligence.\" \"Yes, that's what I'm worried about.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yankee is a shortened form of the slang term for Americans, Yankees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe British 1st Commando Brigade crossed the Rhine at Wiesel on March 23, and Major General Chet and two of his men accompanied their unit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now the three of them are dressed in German army uniforms and operating in a German military jeep, about a hundred miles from the Swiss border, inside Germany.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHelen, a British female spy who was secretly reporting in Lisdrecht, is to be recalled from Germany. To blow up a large German ammunition depot in Lisdrecht.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Major General Chet was assigned to carry out these two tasks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo they mistakenly advanced on their target, the small town of Liszt. Liszt was only a few miles behind the German lines. Even then, American long-range reconnaissance troops would often reach such places.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll three of them already understood this. All three of them could barely speak German. Wearing German army uniforms and insignia, they were not afraid of facing the German troops. However, if they met the American troops who were conducting long-distance reconnaissance... the thought made the three of them anxious.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe three of them, who arrived in a German military vehicle and dressed in German uniforms, were surely going to be shot down by American intelligence agents.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So Sergeant Phula, who was riding in the back of the jeep, stopped singing and expressed his concern.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, it is Major Jack's responsibility to approach and achieve both objectives.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e British female spy Helen arrived in the small town of Lisdart in January, mixing with others as a war refugee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e People on the street where Helen lives know her as Gawastin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHelen was able to send war news from the Ruha battlefield to British intelligence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e British intelligence also received information that Helen had already learned the exact location of German General Model's rear ammunition depot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt would also be difficult for the RAF to attack the Model rear ammunition storage facility from the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Red Cross symbols were prominently painted on the roofs of buildings that the Germans might have mistaken for storage units.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe British military authorities, not wanting to harm the civilian population of Sinme, had prohibited air strikes on non-military areas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Helen also became suspicious of German intelligence and was constantly being watched, and she was informed that she could no longer stay where she was.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, it is most important to find Helen. If we don't find Helen, we won't be able to continue with the second objective.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Therefore, led by Major Jack, they marched to fulfill two missions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter crossing the Rhine with the brigade, Jack set off on a long journey towards the city of Münster. All they needed was a German army vehicle. Not only would they be unable to travel on foot, they were also afraid that German intelligence would distrust them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlong the way to Münster, we occasionally saw German military vehicles parked in rows. But the number of vehicles and the number of soldiers were too many. Jack had no chance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Jack and his team, who had been marching since midnight, arrived at dawn and saw a good thing. An army jeep had broken down and was parked on the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe driver was busy with the jeep's hood open, his head bowed, and his companion was sitting on the footrest of the jeep, smoking a cigarette. Major Jack watched the situation for about five minutes. There were no other soldiers resting nearby, just a jeep and two German soldiers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter ordering Sergeant Pula to get some water to shoot in case of emergency, Major Jack assigned Lieutenant Mike to eliminate the Germans from the platform.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe bowed his head and looked at the busy driver... In just 60 seconds, the task was completed. With a wire with a wooden handle on either side, the stomach squeezed the German limpet from the pedals and wiped it out...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Major Jack stabbed the bent German driver in the back with a German military dagger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStanding just an inch short of six feet, Sergeant Mike was as strong as a buffalo calf at the age of 23.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His mother was German, so she spoke German. Mike managed to strangle him to death by speaking German from the footrest of the jeep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMike's mother was beaten to death by Hitler's Brownshirts in Munich. So Mike was not afraid of Hitler's soldiers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mike is a corporal who is also skilled in explosives. Sergeant Pu La, who understands mechanics, quickly fixes the broken jeep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBy the time the light from the east began to shine, the three of them had already driven the jeep and were advancing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Those who had left Mantaw to the south turned and headed east.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter driving about 40 miles, we arrived at the town of Gättersloh. Gättersloh was located about halfway along the main road between the Ruhr and Hanover, and was a town where German troops were busy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The soldiers were mostly from the German regular army, but some SS men from Hitler's bodyguards were also present.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe road was hit by a bomb last night, causing damage and delays due to debris and broken cars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The road south, especially to Lisdart, is currently blocked by broken down cars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough the military had not issued travel orders, Major Jack was not worried. The three of them were stranded in the Gutter Slough, with no one to fight or fight, and there was no way for them to communicate with each other. By noon on March 30, Major Jack and his team were able to continue their journey south to Lissett.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor Jack and his friends, the only benefit of being stranded in the gutter was that they were able to steal gas cans from other military trucks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At 5pm on March 30, Jack and his team were approaching the outskirts of Lisdart. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482072354965,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_730b9f1a-ddb4-4219-81bf-0d8519fbdd9f.jpg?v=1730271023"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်နန္ဒမိတ်-အင်ဖာတိုက်ပွဲ","title":"University of Nandamuri - Imphal Battle","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Two boxing champions....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne is English, one is Japanese,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the first round, the Japanese boxer knocked out the English boxer, who had long held the world title, until he was thrown to the side of the western bank of the Chindwin River, which looked like it was outside the ring.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The setting is Burma. The time is (1942).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Japanese, who had made a bold move onto the world boxing stage, used illegal elbows and knees to defeat the English boxing great, who had won the prestigious title of imperial champion, in the first round with a knee to the groin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBy the second half of 1943, both Letwei Kyaws were preparing for the second round. In 1943, the Japanese had conquered all of Burma much sooner than they had anticipated, and by May of that year they were faced with the dilemma of whether to defend the conquered Burma and remain on the defensive, or to continue their advance into India and launch an offensive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome Japanese generals urged an immediate attack on Assam, the northeastern gateway to India.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, the British, who had retreated to India, threatened to attack Rakhine, so they hesitated to implement this proposal immediately.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAgain, towards the end of 1942, the idea of ​​attacking and capturing Imphal, which was centered on central Burma and mainland India, arose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Imperial Army Headquarters in Tokyo and the Japanese Southeast Asia Command in Singapore readily accepted the idea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 15th Japanese Army in Burma was tasked with developing a plan to attack and capture Imphal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Proponents of this idea argued that the British were not well-prepared for a defensive position and that Imphal was a key point for counterattacks against central and northern Burma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThese statements are indeed true.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, two Japanese generals who were specifically responsible for the battle of Imphal strongly opposed the immediate continuation of the attack on Imphal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey objected on the grounds that there were no railways or roads to allow their troops to march in large numbers, and that the roads were blocked by thick forests and mountains, and that disease was rampant in the area. These reasons were also true. Of the two generals who objected so strongly, Mattaguchi would later become the most important figure in the Battle of Imphal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThus, the issue of whether to immediately attack Imphal was left hanging between the two sides, and the Japanese 15th Army had to bide its time on the defensive until the end of 1942.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the year 1943 approached, there were reasons for the Japanese authorities to reconsider their plans for the invasion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn January 1943, the Tsimshita Division, led by Brigadier General Wingate, penetrated through a vast wilderness that everyone thought was too difficult to cross, into central Japanese-held Burma, and operated behind enemy lines.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Japanese military authorities were concerned that this movement was a prelude to a major British offensive. In northern Burma, the Yunnan Chinese Army, which had been driven out in 1942, was also gathering men and weapons and trying to reopen the China-Burma highway with American help. In Manipur, the British were establishing a large base on the Imphal plains, building and expanding roads from Imphal to the east and south, and expanding and renovating old airfields near Imphal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThese three reasons point towards the same goal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was an Allied counteroffensive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Japanese military authorities believed that the Allies would launch a counteroffensive against Burma as early as 1943.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWouldn't it be a good idea to start by destroying Imphal, the base of the Allies that will launch a counterattack on Japan, before it becomes stronger than it is now, to prevent the next danger?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To address the new situation, the military authorities in Burma were reorganized.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the new organization, General Kawabi would be responsible for the overall command of Burma, controlling and administering the Japanese forces in Burma and Rakhine, and the 15th Japanese Army would be responsible for the central, northern, and Yunnan fronts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe appointment of General Mattaguchi as commander of the 15th Japanese Army in the reorganization of the Japanese military authority in Burma was a rather unusual move. Mattaguchi, 56, was known for his tough nature, fearsome nature, and a stubbornness that made his subordinates tremble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMattaguchi's 15th Army consisted of three divisions: the 56th was responsible for monitoring the Chinese forces in Yunnan, the 18th was responsible for the entire northern part of Burma, 250 miles northwest of Mandalay, and the 33rd was responsible for preventing the enemy from attacking Mandalay from the west and northwest through Chindwin. General Mattaguchi had a total strength of 100,000 (one hundred thousand) men, including supplies, medicine, and office staff.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(1942) Mattaguchi, who had strongly opposed the attack on Imphal while commanding a division, became a general in command of an army and began to urge the attack and capture of Imphal without delay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMattaguchi calculated that if Wingate's Tsingtao columns could cross the vast wilderness, which he thought was impassable, his (15) Japanese Army, well-prepared and ready to cross at the right time and season, could do so. Mattaguchi therefore persuaded General Wabi, who was the general in charge of the Burma War Zone, to accept his views on the Imphal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven then, some members of Kawabi's headquarters and Mattaguchi's headquarters were still opposed to Mattaguchi's plan. They argued that it would be difficult to get enough troops to fight Imphal, and that even if enough troops were obtained, the task of supporting and feeding so many troops from behind would be too difficult.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we compare the communication routes of the British in India with the transportation conditions of the Japanese in Burma, we will see that the Japanese are still superior.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is only one road from India to Imphal, but there are many routes from Yangon to Myitkyina and the towns on the Chin River.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMattaguchi, who was always determined to do something, pushed aside those who hindered his plans and presented his plans in detail, one after another. Thus, the Imperial Headquarters in Tokyo and the Japanese Southeast Asia Command in Singapore gradually came to agree with Mattaguchi's plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the days passed, the Japanese government in Tokyo became more and more supportive of Mattaguchi's plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This support is not without reason.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWithin a short year of the outbreak of war, Japan had conquered the far-flung Aleutian Islands in the northeast and New Guiana in the far south in the Pacific Ocean, greatly expanding the Japanese Empire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, the morale of the Japanese people was greatly boosted by the war being waged by the Japanese government.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, by the time we moved to 1943, the situation had changed dramatically.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJapan was forced to retreat from the far-flung Aleutian Islands, and in the South Pacific, Japanese forces were being crushed by Allied Admiral MacArthur.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Japanese army, navy, and air force suffered continuously in the Gouda Canal, the Korean Peninsula, Midway Island, New Guiana, and other areas. As a result, the morale of the Japanese people gradually declined.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Japanese government urgently needed a victory to show for its people. A victory from the Burmese side might be a morale booster. This victory should not be a battle known only in the place where the battle took place, but one that Japan would recognize throughout the country.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a victory that would cause panic in India and alarm among the Indian government, and it would also stop the British from advancing on northern Burma. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482080874645,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_b47bed40-c470-4191-a791-d8bce64f39be.jpg?v=1730271031"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-၀သန်လေချိန်မှန်ကူး","title":"University of Phonaing - 0 Than Lae Clock","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter (1)\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe moonless night was pitch dark due to the heavy rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wind was strong. The sound of hailstones rushing down the wind was piercing and continuous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLightning flashed. After each flash, the sound of thunder echoed throughout the world. The sound of the water rushing from the village of Montha in the distance mixed with the sound of the rain. Nyunt May's whole body was drenched in rain. She shivered and felt cold. The hailstones that appeared on her face and arms were like hailstones.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am also suffering from the effects of the rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"God...God\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A long bolt of lightning struck Nyunt May, causing her to scream in horror. In the long flash of lightning, she briefly saw the ruins of Nu Nu Nge's house, sprawled out in a single shadow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Fear began to overwhelm Nyunt May's entire being.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyunt May continued walking. Her heart wanted to run, but she couldn't. A person can only move as much as their feet can carry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Soon, they arrived at the dark, dark forest. All the trees in the forest were swaying and making a loud noise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe giant palm tree stands out in its own right. Unlike other trees, its trunk does not sway, and its long branches, like the palm trees, stretch out and reach halfway up its body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Standing there trembling, Nyunt May called out, “Nunu Neng, Nunu Neng, are you here?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There was no answer, but he saw something moving in the shadows under the palm tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, a flash of lightning struck. In the flash, I could clearly see the shape of a small child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A young girl stands in the palm grove with her back to the trunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The little girl's skin was pale and white. Her dark hair was blowing back in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"N... Nu... Nu Nu, are you young?\" A voice answered from the figure in the shade of the palm tree. \"Yes, of course, Ma Ma Nyunt, Nu Nu, Nu Nu, please.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was no lightning. But strangely enough, the tiny figure was clearly visible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The flesh is white, oh... the clothes are white too,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Her dark hair was also blowing in the wind, constantly flying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyunt May just remembered something. The moment she remembered, her breasts fluttered. She asked in a trembling voice that she couldn't control.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “But, but, Nu Nu, little Nu Nu is dead, isn't she?” A loud laugh quickly followed. Then a reply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes. He's dead. But Nu Nu Neung is waiting here. Come, Ma Nyunt, come to Nu Neung.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little girl stretched out her arms in a welcoming gesture.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt May tried to say something in denial. Her voice wouldn't come out, she could only shake her head repeatedly. She shook her head and retreated without turning around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom the high ground under the palm tree, Nu Nu Nege came down. Her hair was white, white, white. Her clothes were white, white, white. Oh, her dark hair was flying in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWithout turning around, Nyunt May only retreated. With both hands stretched out in front of her, Nu Nu slowly followed. Nyunt May turned around and started to run. At that moment, one of her feet slipped into a hole and she fell.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I thought I heard a loud clap of thunder. Nyunt May screamed in fear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Koba-khet, koba-khet, Nyunt Nyunt Nyunt,” Nyunt May couldn’t finish her words, but she felt a firm hand holding her brother’s. A firm, warm, and correct hand,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The voice came back. \"Nyunt Nyunt, what's wrong? Are you dreaming?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was only a very brief moment of mental activity, and the heavy weight that had been pressing on my chest, like a large object, fell away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Like someone who had just emerged from the water, Nyunt May gasped for air. She felt the warmth of her husband's hand, which was firmly holding her arm, more clearly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt May smiled and spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, I had a dream and I called you. It's been a long time, haven't you heard?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Not long now, all I heard was a snort, snort, snort, snort.” “But you’re awake.” “Oh, I asked you, I asked you, I asked you.” Nyunt May smiled for the second time. She said sweetly, gently stroking the other arm of Baek who was hugging her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're so sleepy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Hey, you’re a sleepwalker. You guys came from the military. You’re a sleepwalker. You’re careful with your studies, your eating habits, your sleeping habits, and everything else.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"But you haven't slept for three nights in a row.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When I fought with the Chinese, I slept in the Buddha Suu Temple for fifteen days. I told you that too. Leave it alone, what are you dreaming about, Nyunt? I'll build a house for you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Bach got out of bed and lit the kerosene lamp to give it more light.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyunt May noticed that it was raining heavily outside. The clouds were also gathering. The rain was also thundering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The bed was hard to get back on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now tell me, what are you dreaming about?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyon May laughed softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you laughing at?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you tell me, you'll laugh too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll laugh if you want me to, and I won't laugh if you don't want me to. Just say it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt May laughed again without saying anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Nyun Ya is laughing again, why do you like it?\" \"Because I like dreams.\" \"What dreams are you talking about, \"Nu Nu Nge?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, little one\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt May recounted her dream. When Nyunt May finished speaking, Bakhat calmly commented.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Nyunt is obsessed with me. Well, how can we forget little Minu? Nyunt can't forget me, I can't forget him either. If that guy is rich, I don't know how he'll survive.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt May whispered, resting her head on Bakhat's lap.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I think it's a different kind of arrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What do you think, stupid?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't think the baby will come out.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes, in my dream, Nu Nge spoke to me carefully. I still hear it in my ears, “What? Yes, of course, he is dead. But Nu Nge is waiting here. That’s what he said, Ko Ba Khet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This time, Bach laughed out loud, as was his custom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look, you're kidding, what's so funny about my words?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's funny. If someone else said it, I would laugh. But when a teacher like Nyunt, who has a B.Ed. degree, said it, I laughed.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's the matter, idiot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, I just said that, you idiot. You should have studied psychology. The world-famous analytical psychologist Dr. Freud explained that dreams are the result of obsessions.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482089590933,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1382bd08-1de8-4386-b1ec-7bf245c6c15f.jpg?v=1730271046"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-ခေါမသမိုင်းရိပ်ပြ-ဂန္တ၀င်ဇာတ်ဆန်းများ","title":"University of the Arts - A glimpse into the history of the Khmer language, classic stories","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOrder\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the world literature and in the Myanmar literature, there are few people who are both literary artists and literary scholars. Literary artists are writers who create various literary works such as poetry, novels, plays, prose, literary criticism, rhetoric, language, literary theory, and scriptwriting. They are experts who understand and analyze the principles of poetry, prose, drama, and literary criticism, and who are skilled in the methods and methods of writing. It is not easy to become a literary artist who is respected by readers. It is not easy to become a literary scholar who is respected by the public. It is even more difficult for an individual to be both a literary artist and a literary scholar. Because it is not easy, it is rare for a person to be a literary artist and a literary scholar in the same era.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the world of Burmese literature, Saya Zawgyi and Saya Min Thuwan are two great scholars who are both literary artists and scholars. After these two great scholars, one of the few rare scholars who are both literary artists and scholars is Saya Uthman Phonaing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eProfessor U Myint Po Naing is a literary artist who can create great works of Burmese poetry, Burmese songs, and Burmese novels. He is also a literary scholar who has deeply analyzed and written about the concepts of the novel, literary criticism, poetry, and world literature and Burmese literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eProfessor University Honorary Professor, who has worked hard to introduce Burmese literature, which is at least a thousand years old, and Western European literature, which is more than a thousand to two thousand years old, to Burmese people, has written and presented it with great effort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe book \"Everything is Beautiful\", the book \"Liyana Ganga Irrawaddy\" (The Principle of Poetry and the Essence of Poetry), the book \"Khoma Tamayo Yeipya\" (The Classical Drama), the book \"Ascending to the Heights\" (The Poetry), and \"No One is Above Criticism\", were written and presented during the last fourteen years of the Master's life for the audience of the poets, especially for the new generation of aspiring young poets and aspiring writers of poetry, according to the Master.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI believe that young people who want to become outstanding poets and writers should not only have a deep and thorough understanding of their national literature (or Burmese literature), but also be well-versed in world literature, world literary theory, and Western artistic theory, as well as the historical developments and great works of world literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEspecially, the teacher seems to want to warn aspiring poets and novelists about various Western literary ideologies and artistic ideologies. Before the new writings are introduced to world literature, Burmese literature. I do not want to be a teacher who follows the Western literary ideologies and literary and artistic ideologies. The teacher does not encourage people who do not know the vast ocean of literature that consists of many streams and who do not understand them thoroughly and who follow only one stream of literary ideology and who become handcuffed with one ideology and their own writing and their own views. A literary ideology is often only a limited perspective of the holder and is often separated from the plural perspective. Therefore, the teacher tries to provide readers and aspiring poets and novelists with a plural perspective (or a broad perspective) for the audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher's idea is that we should know the world. We should know Myanmar. We can't do it by just pickled fish and pickled fish. We can't do it by not knowing the good things about foreign cheese, but also by not understanding the side effects and extremes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou should also know what you have, what is good and what is high. You should also know what he has, what is good and what is high. You should avoid being arrogant, arrogant, and extreme. You should learn how to learn the good that you do not have. You should not hide or lose the good, high, and good that you have, as the ancient sages used to warn, and you should not cover the bones with fangs. In translating and presenting the world literature that is unknown to the audience of Myanmar literature from foreign languages ​​to Burmese, the writing style and usage used by the teacher are amazingly imitative. If you are not able to translate and present it, some parts of the world-famous Plato's works, which would be very sleepy, and some of Aristotle's works, which are very attractive, The way he skillfully and fluently translates the world's great scriptures into Burmese, teaches us how to translate them into Burmese so that they are easy to read.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll Poems Are Crazy, a book that compares world literature and Burmese literature, Galina Ganga Irrawaddy, the principles of poetry and the essence of poetry (a book that compares world poetry and Burmese poetry), and the history of the classics, the author uses the method of comparison and contrast to present world literature and to show that Burmese literature has advanced and advanced things that are comparable to their literature. The way he presented the book to the Burmese readers and aspiring writers, without preaching, is a great literary masterpiece that uses translation technology to attract the audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the original story, the stories of the heroes and heroines\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe way the translation is presented and the way it is presented are both elegant and elegant, without being embarrassing to the eyes or ears. The teacher knows how to write well, without being embarrassing to the eyes or ears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher shared his literature, his thoughts, his history, In presenting the Ma culture, he skillfully translated some important figures from the historical and classical stories of the Khmer people, and then translated and presented the “heroes” based on these historical and classical stories. In addition, he translated and presented the ancient Burmese historical myths, such as Tagaung Naga Naing Min, Tagaung Naga Ra Min, Tagaung hero Maung Pauk Khaing, Sri Kshetra hero Dwatta Paung who founded the first Burmese kingdom, Bagan hero Uthanaze and hero Lulin Pyu Saw Htee who founded the second Burmese kingdom, and hero Anawrahta who continued to build the third Burmese kingdom, and the remaining soldiers of Anawrahta, Nga Htwe Ru, Nga Lone Lep Pha, and Nyaung Oo Phi, and two brave men named Byat Wi and Byat. The ancient Burmese historical myths and the myths of Sri Kshetra and Bagan There is no doubt that the teacher will have something to compare, analyze, and write about.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUnfortunately for the readers, the editor-in-chief of Longmalay Magazine, Ms. Malay Long, has passed away. Ms. Malay Long, who has a literary heart and a literary spirit for the Myanmar readers, has been regularly including the “New Classics of Khao Ma History” that Master Takkanth Phonaing wanted to pass on to the readers, in a monthly serial translation in Longmalay Magazine. Just when the “Khao Ma Powers” ​​section was about to be finished, Ms. Malay Long, who has a literary heart, passed away. Master Takkanth Phonaing wanted to continue translating and writing the Khao Ma Heroes section, but it was not possible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe author wants to familiarize the Burmese reader with the important original source of world literature, the European literary culture. It is impossible to fully understand Western literature and thought without knowing the terms and concepts of Western literature and Western literature. It is not easy to write a new type of novel called novel that meets world standards without knowing the artistic techniques and methods of Western literature and Western literature. There are things to imitate and learn from the techniques and artistic methods of novel from Western literature and Western literature. If we understand these as well as our own Burmese literature, Burmese culture, and Burmese thought, we will be able to create good novels that do not cover the bones. This is the literary dedication of the author.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaster Zawgyi began translating the world literature book \"Plato's Introduction\" for the Burmese literature. A few years after the publication of the book \"Plato's Introduction\", when I met Master Yi, Saya Uthman Phonaing praised Master Zawgyi and asked him about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I am very happy that you have translated Plato’s Introduction, sir. 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I think they are too early.” \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482102730901,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_dd73ccc0-089e-4ecf-93cb-7c0ecd1138d0.jpg?v=1730271058"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-တန်ခူးလေနှင့်လျောတော့သည်","title":"University of Phonaing - The wind is blowing","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's different when you're a kid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"One month in a year,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One day a month\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"During difficult days, Buddha blossoms in the depths of the forest.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Kyaw\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I wonder if I cherished the freshness of the seasonal flowers and left them with a priceless memory.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt may be true that the emotions that artists often attribute to the heart, such as love, hate, liking, and disliking, arise from personal experience rather than from causal reasoning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't want to find a reason to love Pi Tauk. I don't want to blame myself for not hating or forgetting a beloved sword that I met in the shade of Pi Tauk, who is just a \"commoner\" in my country of ideas, but I don't want to find evidence to hate it, a reason to forget it...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time I see a beautiful lotus, I imagine someone I don't like, and although my aching heart is not relieved, I think I'm the only one who is surprised that I repeat the cycle of pain once a year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the lotus blossoms, I always look up to the sky, breathing in the fresh air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I see it, it doesn't move, but somewhere deep in my heart, it still stirs up the lingering pain, and I don't understand myself, \"The flower is the best flower.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know if I cherished the freshness of the seasonal flowers and valued them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (3)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was the Thingyan period, when the moon was full of clouds and the clouds were thick and cloudy. “The smell of rain, oil, and pine trees mixed with the smell of the earth and drifted around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was sitting alone and calmly under a sycamore tree by the still-flooded stream of Nyaung Waing village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA little further away, in the courtyard of the house of the chairman of the Asian Youth, Ko Thein Maung, I could not see the floating rice field because the surrounding trees were protecting me, but I could hear the sounds clearly. “Uk ka la pa... hum ma so ka…”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of Daw Pu, the strong woman of Nyaung Waing village, singing the monkey song and the sound of her cane hitting the ground came out. The sound of the bamboo flutes played by adults, youth, women, and men also came out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Captain. . Please help me here, the real man has grown a tail and is now a monkey, ahh.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe loud, playful cry, which was made to sound like that of my disciple, Comrade Than Htut, continued to emerge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wow.. I'm relying on your captains, now... if you don't dance, will you have to pull out the tail in front of you...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh my.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Than Htut Gyi also said, \"Don't be shy, Prince, hey, hey, Daw Pu.\" The audience was shocked again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my, what did Thano do to me? Heal him, now now...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA sound of a thumping sound echoed in the background. The two of us, Kyaw Than Htut Gyi, the most cheerful and last-looking soldier of the Burmese Army revolutionary battalion that had temporarily camped in Nyaung Waing village, and Daw Pu Gyi, the “young lady” of Nyaung Waing village, were going to compete with each other in this way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThingyan is a truly joyful Myanmar festival for those who enjoy it. I, who prefer to be alone and enjoy my own thoughts rather than having fun with friends, sat quietly by the stream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe shadows of the drooping reed trees swayed peacefully as the water of the falling stream rose. Along with the ripples that swirled in the muddy stream, the betel and mangrove trees also swayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe petals of the lotus flower are falling towards the ground. The golden yellow petals are scattered around the water that surrounds the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis Thingyan, which is reminiscent of the revolutionary era, is when two different types of paddy fields bloom at the same time. Lost in thought, my mind drifted along with the water of the stream, I don't know how far. With the sound of the water pouring down, my whole body became wet, and then I turned around in surprise. At the same time, I heard a pleasant, hearty laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeave...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was laughing heartily as if I was enjoying myself, as if I was enjoying the water of a hidden person who had been practicing alone during the Thingyan festival. My two pairs of blue eyes, surrounded by long, flowing, bumblebee-colored eyelashes, were filled with tears of joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuddenly, he stopped speaking, only staring at the bright white teeth that flashed as he laughed, his fair skin and blue eyes. \"What's wrong, Ko Myint Khaing, are you surprised that someone is hiding under the palm tree, quietly chatting?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough the whole village respectfully calls me a three-star lieutenant colonel, I am affectionately called by my first name. There is a reason why I deserve to be called that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore the war, Da and I studied together at the university. At that time, I didn't know Da, who was a girl studying zoology, which was popular among the Kala and Kabyas, and Da didn't know me, who spent his time in the philosophy department and the books on theology. During the war, while serving in the Tatmadaw, I often visited the Asian Youth Headquarters, and I became friends with Da, who I met forever in the Women's Department. When we met, Da's family fled to Nyaung Waing village, and I was on duty, so we got to know each other better.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was also not unusual for the two of us, who had been away from the university, and who were unfamiliar with the university “lingo” and the language that was so foreign to outsiders, to be able to talk endlessly in every spare moment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's true that I was surprised, but the sad thing is that I still don't have a master to miss...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is that what you said...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The dog happily followed and sat down next to me, his paws splayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know. Are you talking about the song \"Hlaaraa\" that your soldiers used to sing... \"I don't want to give you a choice, I want to give you a beautiful flower...\"?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was playing quietly, picking up the little pistils under the bowl that was placed upside down on his lap.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I smiled and gazed up at the golden lotus flower that bloomed above the tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I love the lotus flower so much, and sometimes I'm afraid that I might accidentally connect with the lotus flower and the nostalgic stories it tells.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... you're imagining it again...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know where my words were funny, I'm laughing out loud. Even after I stop laughing, I keep criticizing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You dreamers, writers, and poets, it's quite funny. You want to make nature bloom, but the blooming lotus won't let go, the jasmine won't let go, the sedge won't give you peace, and there's no rose left. You want to make excuses and smear it with tears.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“This is how it is. The poet’s job is to create a general concept of a subject that is committed to the work of the poet. For example, it may seem like they are creating a specific topic such as the blooming and falling of a flower, but poets create a general concept of the existence, destruction, and impermanence of a certain worldly nature in order to make it seem to the reader’s mind. I think I once explained this concept in the poems of Saya Zaw Gyi and Saya Mya Ke Tu, who delicately presented human pain and goodwill in the description of the flower…”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"While you were talking, I seemed to understand. Then, there was nothing wrong with you. You think art is just like that. Wait a minute, you're not a poet, but how do you see the lotus flower...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I smiled, knowing what kind of criticism Da would get if I answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I see it as a romantic fantasy love...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He turned to me with wide eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it funny for a sword...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here, my view and yours are so similar that I'm surprised...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was surprised too. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482127437973,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_ea54f9a0-52ec-4308-be7c-0710fc63c778.jpg?v=1730271109"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-ပညာရဲ့သဘော","title":"University of Phonaing - The meaning of knowledge","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What about Myanmar?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the literal sense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Myanmar, there are many words related to wisdom that come from Buddhist culture. The Buddha preached and taught wisdom in a very unique way. Wisdom is the top in Buddhism. The Buddha preached three teachings: morality, concentration, and wisdom. When you look at this in depth, you will find words that you should pay attention to. The most important is the word wisdom that teachers have taken from Myanmar.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen there's the word \"intelligence,\" then there's the word \"wisdom,\" then there's the word \"knowledge,\" as I just mentioned, and then there's the word \"knowledge,\" which is not very well known. The word \"passion.\" Then there's the word \"philosophy.\" All of these will have to be included in the discussion of knowledge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFirst, I will explain in very general terms that are understandable to most people. What is wisdom? Wisdom can be considered a quality of a person, a human energy. A wise person has the energy of wisdom. When it comes to quality, it cannot be touched with the eyes, ears, or hands. It can only be known with the mind. Its energy is the mind. Wisdom is the energy that benefits people. What kind of beneficial energy is it? Generally, wisdom can make people do what they want to do and prevent what they don't want to do. This is a very high meaning, so I will explain it. It needs to be understood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen talking about knowledge, there is knowledge, there is knowledge. So, when we use the English word Information, we mean knowledge. What kind of knowledge is knowledge? How do you know? There is knowledge by looking. There is knowledge by hearing. There is knowledge through what others say. However, there is no guarantee that information is knowledge. It may not have infallible accuracy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI know it when I know it. I want to know it when I know it is true. I want to know it when I know it is true. I want to know it when I know it is true even if it is half true. That's why there are words these days, right? Disinformation and Misinformation. This is information that people give to people, and people believe it is true.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBy doing so, the intelligent can play the less intelligent. It can be good or bad. It can be right or wrong. There are no guarantees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Knowledge is also a teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Knowledge is\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is a little closer to the truth. That kind of knowing is called. The collection of information based on observation, study, etc. is called Knowledge. It is not just one. It is not just that collection, but the thoughts that are based on the collected information and draw conclusions is called Knowledge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe body of knowledge that I have explored. But from that body of knowledge, I think and draw conclusions. An idea is a matter of the mind. It is not something that can be grasped with objects. In English, it is called an idea. Plato called it the id. It is the same. A matter of the mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAgain, not just knowing and understanding, but also understanding, the kind of knowledge that reaches the level of understanding, not just knowing, is called Knowledge. The word Knowledge also has the connotation of understanding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnother word, Learning, is usually said to be learning. Its meaning is the knowledge gained through study. In most fields such as philosophy and language, the study of knowledge is called Learning. It is different from knowledge and Learning. It is similar. But knowledge is broader. I want to be more specific.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntuition is something that is very rarely used by people. He also knows it. But what kind of knowledge is it called? It is a deep knowledge that is not known by the general public, and it is called a kind of knowledge that cannot be understood by the general public. In Pali, it is called आणाना विशाया. It is difficult and profound. It has meanings that cannot be easily known.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, for example, nowadays, people talk about it. Everyone has heard of Relativity, they talk about it. I don't know if they really understand it. Only people like Einstein can understand this. You can't follow everything. There are these ideas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe most comprehensive word related to all of these is wisdom, wisdom is called “wisdom” because it is a Pali word, and English translators often translate wisdom as “wisdown.” It is not ordinary knowledge. It is not a collection of ordinary knowledge. It is a high-level understanding based on a broad understanding. Here is the use of wisdom. It is a meaning. It is not just knowing how to understand. Based on knowing how to understand, a person has the ability to decide. And then he understands from every corner of the world. That is what is called wisdom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn English, when we interpret wisdom (wisdom implies superior judgment and understanding based on broad knowledge), wisdom is not just common sense, but a sense that can lead and maintain people in areas where they work, talk, and think.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Pali, there is a saying that does not say \"knowledge is not a virtue\". The Lord Buddha said that in the minds of the noble monks, knowledge always comes first. Ordinary people often do not put knowledge first, but things other than knowledge take precedence, which is why there is so much sadness and heartache in the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, wisdom is not just about knowing. It is about maintaining and improving one's physical, mental, and spiritual karma. It has many good meanings. It should be understood in a general sense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The word 'knowledge' in Burmese is\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhere does the word wisdom come from? It comes from the word pajanana. When it comes to very difficult wisdom, the Buddha used the word pajanati. For example, in the Mahasatipatthana Sutta, where the Buddha described the only path and the only vehicle to reach the path of Nibbana, he used the word pajanati repeatedly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor example, if you walk, you know that you are walking. If you sit, you know that you are sitting. There, the Buddha used the word “know” as a pajanāti. Because the nature of knowing\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are many Pali words that say. Pajanati is the highest. It is known by wisdom that if you walk, you walk. That is why it is called pajanati. It is not used without reason. The Buddha said “know” in general, know deeply, know from all sides, know deeply. It is a little difficult to translate into Burmese.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe word \"wisdom\" also comes from the word \"pyazanya\". It's the same. It comes from that same word \"pyazanya\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is a word related to wisdom. Wisdom is also knowledge. In Pali, it means knowing wisdom, wisdom. When we talk about wisdom, we talk about wisdom, and when we talk about wisdom, we talk about wisdom. In terms of meaning, they are often similar. They are just used differently according to grammar.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor example, I have heard the words \"manga nyan\" and \"phul nyan\". In the context of \"nyan\", \"magga nyan\" and \"phul nyan\" are also used. Similarly, \"sinta maya nyan\", \"sutama nyan\", \"sota maya nyan\", \"bhavana nama nyan\" are also used, as are \"seinta maya nyan\", \"suta maya nyan\", \"sota maya nyan\", and \"bhavana nama nyan\". In some places, they can be used interchangeably.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat is why the wise are called in many ways. Most people have heard of the wise as a pundit. There is also Medavi. Medavi also refers to the wise. Because Meda also refers to knowledge. Similarly, Vinyu is also called the wise. Kavi is also the wise, and similarly there is the wise called Nani. The words are related to each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we talk about knowledge, there is a word that is inevitably associated with it. Wijja. The Pali dictionary defines Wijja as knowledge, wisdom, divine knowledge, mantra, and ariya nyan. There are many different meanings for the same word. In English, Wijja is known as knowledge or learning or schorlarship or science, wisdom, skill, and so on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the Dhamma, when talking about the attainment of wisdom, the words sakkhon udapadi, nanam udapadi, viñña udapadi, vijja udapadi, aloka udapadi are used. Udpadi means that which is evident. Udpadi means that which becomes clear and distinct. Here, the words viñña and vijja are used. If the concepts that are hidden there are explained clearly, it will become a book. I will not expand on this. Those who want to know more, please continue to read the books of the Buddha and the books preached by the great sages. That is all I want to say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482149359765,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_0f7693ea-b1d8-4cbf-9592-a3ddc4731f3c.jpg?v=1730271137"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-မိုးညအိမ်မက်မြူ","title":"University of Phonaing - Rainy Night Dream","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePart (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSister from a past life\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tenfold bond\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mom and Dad\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Himalayas\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Every time I go up\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Thar's side\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e With one hand\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Golden handshake\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The body is shaking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Entrance to the cave\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They arrived together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is in front.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e With the air of a king\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If you are, then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's still there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking out the glass window of the train, you can see the green fields and the hailstones that have just begun to fall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was the beginning of the Thadingyut month, and the rice fields were already waist-high. Looking beyond this emerald sea of ​​rice fields, swaying in the wind and swaying, I could see the Bago River in the east, as if it were a misty, misty landscape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the train slowed down, the sound of a clatter, the kind you hear when crossing a large iron bridge, suddenly appeared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Under the bridge, I saw a brown stream flowing furiously and heaving.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s the Phoe Tha Aung Bridge, Tu Magay, on the border of Tharyarwady District and Pyay District. In fifteen to twenty minutes, we’ll reach Paungthi.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man in front of me, about fifty years old, spoke, and the woman, who was called \"Big Sister,\" was about thirty years old, with fair skin, dark, flowing eyelashes, a prominent nose, and a face that was both beautiful and steadfast, smiled politely, showing her white, even teeth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ah...we're going to Paungthi Aung, thank you for letting us know in advance, but I'll continue on to Thaekone…” he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, ah...we've only spoken in private, let's get to know each other before we part ways. My name is U Thein Maung, and I'm...the owner of the machine...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young woman smiled. Her smile was bright but calm and dignified.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My name is Dr. Ma Thet Yi, I am a lecturer in the Department of Psychology at Yangon University. It is a pleasure to meet you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Thein Maung's eyes widened in surprise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Dr....Dr. Ma Thet Yi, a doctor means you have a doctorate.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The word 'professor' is too lofty, but it's still used as a term today...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thein Maung nodded and commented, “Well... times have changed a lot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Back then, was it really rare to have a doctorate? All you know is Dr. Ba Maw, Dr. Ba Han, Dr. Thein, and then your cousin, Professor Dr. U Hla Phu, who would become a teacher, there were only these great people.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes... Master U Hla Phu is our teacher, yes, he is our father, he is a great and inexhaustible benefactor.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Well... well... it's a pleasure to meet you. Seeing a woman like you have a doctorate degree makes me happy for the future of Myanmar. I wish you happiness while you are visiting the region. The people of the region are very friendly. Now... now... take your things, my dear.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thein Maung politely interrupted and turned his face to the newspaper. Ma Thet Yi thanked U Thein Maung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs a former world traveler, Ma Thet Yi had prepared in advance, so she didn't have to pack anything until she got off at the station. However, she had one important matter to attend to. That's why Ma Thet Yi was grateful to U Thein Maung for his understanding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Thet Yi pulled out a piece of paper from her notebook. She had to write as best she could in the motion of the train, so her handwriting was not neat. But it didn't matter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Theri smiled faintly, folded the paper, and put it in an envelope. Then she addressed it. The train was not moving very fast, so it was not difficult to write.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“U Min Lwin, Deputy Secretary, Ministry of Culture, Secretariat, Yangon”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After sealing the envelope, Ma Thet Yi put it in an empty bag and started to pack and prepare everything. After finishing everything in a few minutes, she sat down and looked out the window again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Thet Yi was a little excited to come to Paungsing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Through a fellow writer and lecturer, Ma Thet Yi got to know many writers, poets, and artists from Paungthina. The beauty of Paungthina that they described was breathtaking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Green fields, lush forests, dark mountains...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut Ma Thet Yi could not see these beauties clearly, because the rain outside was already pouring down with great anger and bitterness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The train slowed down again and crossed a small stream. It was entering Paungthi town.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe train started to enter the city from the side of a building that looked like the police station. At that moment, U Thein Maung looked up from the newspaper and spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Since this is my sister’s first visit to this area, I have to ask, what kind of people will be waiting to meet me at the station?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes, I am staying at the house of retired Justice Minister U Min Khaing. I will come and pick you up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ah... U Min Khaing, huh... So don’t worry even if there’s no one to greet you. They know who to ask at the station. Well... I’ll tell you the context. Your Paungthina area was famous during the Saya San Rebellion, so some people think that Paungthina people are tough and ruthless. Well, when it comes to matters of the Wan Thanu, you’re tough and ruthless, but in normal times, your people are very polite. That means even if there’s no one to greet you, don’t worry about anything, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Thet Yi had to say “Yes sir” out of politeness, but she was deeply moved. The people of this region seem to be very proud of their region. The writer Thaw Ta Swe, who was a close friend of Ma Thet Yi, once wrote proudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Gasconia in France, Scotland in England, and Paungthina in Burma\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhether what \"Brother Swe\" said was true or not, Ma Thet Yi was truly thrilled to have arrived in Paungsing...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before Ma Theri could finish her thoughts, the train arrived at Paungthi Station.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Thet Yi said goodbye to U Thein Maung, pulled out her leather suitcase and other belongings, and got off the train.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I got outside, the rain was heavier than I expected, Ma Thet Yi said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The strong wind was blowing hailstones everywhere. It was still midday, but the rain was dark and seemed to be late evening. The sound of thunder drowned out the sound of the trees swaying in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen she found the letter in her bag, she put it in the mailbox and stood on the platform of the station, looking up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know if it was because of the rain or because there were fewer people getting off, but the station was empty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Thet Yi was a little worried.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's a good thing that a stranger has arrived in this land amidst this rain, this wind, this water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Thet Yi sighed and braced herself. She had traveled far and wide, even in foreign lands, hadn't she?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that moment, a man in his forties approached Ma Theri.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Excuse me, sir, is this Dr. Daw Thet Yi?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man's question made Ma Thet Yi happy, and she quickly looked at him before answering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His appearance is noble, his dress is honest and neat. He has a calm and steady demeanor in his polite and respectful manner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Ther Yi smiled calmly and replied, \"That's right, my name is Ther Yi.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My name is Soe Hlaing, I am the steward of the great master U Min Khaing. The great master gave me this letter for you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As she took the letter that U Bo Hlaing had handed her, Ma Thet Yi glanced at his face. Judging by the way he called her “teacher,” it seemed that U Bo Hlaing knew her well in advance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe handwriting on the letter was that of U Min Khaing, whom Ma Thet Yi clearly recognized. There was nothing special about the letter. U Min Khaing had to leave for the country on an urgent matter, so he would try to return today, but he would not be able to make it before the train arrived. If he did not, he would be asked to forgive him and to trust the treasurer Hlaing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482162204821,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_23683d55-24b9-403b-89eb-b47bf68f39e0.jpg?v=1730271165"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်ဘုန်းနိုင်-သူ့ကျွန်မခံပြီ","title":"University of Phonaing - I have accepted his servant.","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was a rainy night in late May, 1885.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn this dark night, filled with the sound of rain and wind, a bullock cart suddenly crashed into the courtyard of the three-story house of Francis M. Frederik Hacts, surrounded by a five-story wall in the western part of the jewel-like city of Nay Pyi Taw, a horse-drawn carriage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThree people, their heads and bodies covered in black robes, descended from the carriage. At that moment, a sharp sound like the chirping of a hundred birds broke through the sound of the rain and wind, and the three people who had descended from the carriage took a step back. However, a guard with a bayonet appeared from inside the gate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Please, Ko Yin Kyauk Lone Yar, isn't Ko Yin Kin Wut first? Let us feed you first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Another replied, spitting out betel leaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you bend, bend, Ko Yin Chit San Nel, I don't want to bend either. I'm not used to guarding the Golden Palace, but I'm tired of coming and serving in this white-and-white iron hut, Twi.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyauk Lone also spat in response, and Chit San warned, \"Watch your mouth, Ko Yin.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The stone continued to laugh loudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Minister Yang Ko Yin Nay, I am talking about something that is not hot. . That English-owned Saint Barbe and his white-faced dogs, who are still left in Nay Pyi Taw after they ran away because they could not stand the wrath of the Monk?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's okay, Korin, if you mix a little palm juice - the wind has grown, the words spoken by Saha and the North will be right and wrong, it's okay, I'll go on a day off, when the hour is up, Saha will wake up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chit San went inside the tent and the other two also got up. Only Kyaung Lone and her companion were left outside by the fire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe stone said, lazily picking up a song.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My dear mother...she didn't have mercy, so I added a golden child, the tide is rising, Thailand, with this rain and this wind.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What about Thailand, Ko Rin, if you're going to visit this time, shouldn't it be Yangon or Hanthawaddy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His companion nodded, and the voice of love emerged from within.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Korin, Korin, please keep your mouth shut,\" Kyauk Lone continued to speak without hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aye...yes, if you march this time, you will have to drive the white troops of Yangon, Hanthawaddy, and this Bengal city into the sea. My mother, she has no mercy, so I added a golden child.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I added it...heh..heh.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe companion next to him gave a nod and lay down on the mat by the fire. Only the stone continued to sing, mumbling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yangon, Hanthawaddy, with this rain and this wind, even if it means death, I will always be with you, I miss you so much.. I miss you so much”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBetween the brick wall and the water tank, the two men nodded and cast their shadows. They could see no one else on the right. Inside the tent, there was only one stone, leaning against their side, enjoying himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Therefore, immediately after the next flash of lightning, the two of them quickly crossed over to the shadow of the iron tent, which was a few yards away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe iron tent has long legs, so a person can stand comfortably from the bottom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man in the courtyard led the major to the southeast corner of this dark basement. When they reached a place, they stopped and the one who had led them climbed onto a small stool that seemed to have been prepared and used a long sword to separate the floor. Then, he spread his hands across the separated floor. A man opened a small opening.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Major, don't sit on this chair, I'll climb up. I'll pull you up from above, then Major, climb up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The major nodded in understanding. Soon, both of them were climbing up gracefully. \"You're so smart, bloodthirsty bastard.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as they reached the top floor, the colonel placed his hand on the shoulder of the person who had led them and praised them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This room is closest to the inner chamber of the Chief of Staff. No one is allowed to enter this side of the room except him and his assistants. Come on, Major, we'll go to the hotel.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe bloodsucker, who had been called the Great Bloodsucker, walked towards a nearby window as he spoke, and the Major followed him, stepping on his toes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The room was airy, so the sound of the rain outside was barely audible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe window they approached had a Chinese-style door, and a thick curtain was hanging from the inside. The light from the curtain was shining softly here. The bloodthirsty man slipped between the dagger and the Chinese-style door, and the curtain was slightly moved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the other room, large candles were lit by the colors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the floor of the other room, two large, thick, crimson French carpets were spread out in the center. At the entrance to the room, there was a large green velvet curtain. The white walls were hung with gold-plated candlesticks. Silver-plated rifles were also hung on the wall. In the center of the wall, to the left of those watching from the other room, there was a gold-plated painting of a tall, white man. At the bottom of the painting, two Western swords, called sabots, were brought out of the house and hung in a cross-shaped pattern.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDirectly below the painting, two large, upholstered chairs are arranged side by side, and the two figures seated above them are of the greatest interest. The one on the right is the French monarch himself, dressed in a brown sheepskin coat with a goatee, a flowing moustache, a stern but smiling face. The one on his left is a Burmese man in his forties, wearing a tight silk shirt and a long, gold-colored shawl. The figure is tall and strong, and his posture is that of a man accustomed to command, giving the impression of a man who is feared and feared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt this moment, the person was leaning forward slightly, still asking one of the two people who were sitting on the floor, each kneeling on a mat, something, so those watching from this side of the room couldn't see his face directly, but they could clearly see the large dragon tattooed on his neck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Major and the Blood Drinker were facing each other. They turned to look at each other. The Blood Drinker was examining his neck again, and his eyes fell on the Major's neck. The Major's neck also had a dragon on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it you, the Secretary of the Navy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Major's mouth whispered. The Blood Drinker was visibly shaken. At that moment, the Secretary sat up straight and saw his face clearly, and the Blood Drinker immediately felt a chill down his spine. The Secretary of the Boat was the highest and most difficult in the entire Golden Palace. As one of King Thibaw's most trusted generals, the Blood Drinker already knew that\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe secretary began to speak, looking directly into the eyes of the chief minister. His voice was as sharp as a human voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Know that I have come to your palace at such an untimely hour, and that what I am about to say must not be uttered in the open air. Before I open this important matter, I would like to ask you some questions. Please answer me honestly and truthfully, as befits a true and loyal ally, Ambassador.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the secretary finished speaking, someone sitting on the carpet spoke again in French.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The bloodthirsty man pointed to the interpreter, who was thin, with bloodshot eyes, a crooked nose, and a high forehead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't want to be too suspicious of this man, Major. He often comes to Than Te, drinks wine. He also hangs out with Franciscans like Bon Vision.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The major nodded and listened intently to the conversation between the secretary and the French ambassador through the interpreter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHaas replied, leaning forward slightly and bowing politely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I am very honored that the Secretary has come in person. In response to your question, Your Majesty knows that our Franciscans, despite the hostility of our neighboring country, England, paved the way for the benefit of the Golden King of Inwa, and I will answer all the questions you have. Please give me your order. I will answer everything I know and everything I have.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Secretary of the Navy's face became more determined, and he stared intently through the French ambassador's face, as if he were examining his mind, and asked a brief question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it true that M. Jules Ferry, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of our Republic, has been dismissed?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's right, Secretary.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“In this case, the affairs of our two countries were discussed and worked out during the time of Im(r) Julius(r) Ferry. At this time, Im(r) Julius(r) Ferry is awaiting death in prison. Who will support our possible leaders?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA faint smile appeared on Haas' face as he perceived the secretary's attitude, which was characterized by an oriental mindset and little knowledge of world affairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There is no need to worry about this, I am not going to prison, I am not expecting death, I am not going to lose anything, it is just a change of government due to lack of support in parliament.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the secretary heard Hart's reply through the interpreter, his expression darkened as if he did not understand. Then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Why not imprison them? Why not eliminate the culprits? Your president is a weakling.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He muttered to himself. Haas continued to explain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“According to our country’s system of governance, even if the government changes, the new government must still abide by the international commitments of the previous government. So, even though Empress Julien Ferry is gone, France will continue to fulfill the promise it made to the Inwa Shwe Palace.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How do I present evidence?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHart glanced at the oriental court official, who seemed to trust no one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The ship's secretary continued to give orders.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You said this, all we know is that Lord Lyons, the British ambassador in Paris, was so insistent on the Queen's order to cancel the plan with France and Burma that even the Empress Julius Ferry had to give in a little, didn't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can explain this very well. The true communications between Francis and Burma are kept secret, don't you think? It is also not true that Minister Ferry gave Lord Lyon a concession. Lord Lyon threatened that the British government would use force to prevent a military treaty between Francis and the Shwe Nandaw, so Minister Ferry replied as a political ploy that Francis would not give any military aid to the Shwe Nandaw. In any case, on the same day that this reply was made, Minister Ferry handed over to the Burmese embassy in Paris a notice of the plan to send arms and ammunition to the Yadanarbon capital via Tonkin, which I believe reached the Shwe Nandaw.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHart stroked his beard and gently tilted his head forward as if asking for a favor from the secretary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It is true that the letter arrived. However, the plan to send arms and ammunition mentioned in the letter has not been implemented to this day.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Let it be realized. At present, the situation we are facing in Tonkin is not over, nor is the war between the Chinese Emperor and our Anan Province extinguished. Even if these matters are over, Minister Ferri's letter will not be changed. Minister Ferri's government resigned last March. The fact that I arrived in the Yadanarbon capital this May, two months after the letter, to process the information contained in it, is sufficient proof that the French government has not changed its position regarding the Inwa Shwe Nan.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe secretary frowned, his brow furrowing in thought until his eyes fell on the two men on the carpet. The interpreter nodded involuntarily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The secretary's face brightened again and he looked at Hart meaningfully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I am satisfied with this explanation. We will receive orders from the monk regarding what we need to do and report back soon.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The secretary of the ship stood up as soon as he finished speaking. However, the chief steward stopped him by standing up from his seat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Please, my lord, when the nobles of the Golden Palace arrive, I will entertain them. In the other room, delicious food and drink are prepared, along with the most medicinal wine that has recently arrived from Paris. Please come.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As he spoke, Hart himself opened the velvet curtain at the entrance and invited them to make way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoon the room was deserted and silent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482170757269,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_12744c8d-f282-49ca-bf28-ee1924003a19.jpg?v=1730271180"},{"product_id":"ဒေါက်တာသန်းထွန်း-ခေတ်သစ်ရာဇ၀င်","title":"Dr. Than Tun - Modern History","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWorld history books and foreign history books written in Burmese are very rare. Before the First World War, the Suriya Library published books such as Portuguese history, Chinese history, German history, and Japanese history. After the First World War, war history books appeared. A brief history of the world written by H.G. Wells was translated and printed. However, since they were among the books destroyed during the Second World War, it is difficult to find world history books and foreign history books written in Burmese, whether translated or collected, even in libraries known as comprehensive libraries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter World War II, I found some world history books.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWorld history, human history, and the history of the world have emerged as books that can be used to study world history in a comprehensive manner. They are written in a way that shows the development of human civilization. The writing style is clear and concise. History is also divided into dynasties. It also describes the culture of the Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age, etc. It also shows how the powerful ruled the people and how the political system changed from a state of domination to a state of tyranny and tyranny. In short, these are books that educate people at all levels, from children to adults, and all are good in their own way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWriters often have the problem of who they should write for. They write funny stories for those who want to be bored. They write stories about life's problems and the exact answers for those who want to be deeply enlightened. They write for children, adults, and scholars, even if they write about the same topic. They write for people and take their preferences and write short stories, and they also write nonsense. In writing history, they write in various ways to make people accept the colonialism, awaken patriotism, strengthen the spirit of the Union, hate the capitalist system, or to make the truth visible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong the world history books written in Burmese, I think there is one that is suitable for middle school students. I think there is also one for ordinary citizens who want knowledge. I think there is still a need for at least one book for those who are entering university and those who are at the age and level of education that is more comprehensive than a detailed researched book and more serious than an ordinary educational book. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis booklet is a good way to fill in the gaps. It is written to be useful for university students and those just starting out, and to provide a foundation for the modern world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI would also like to briefly describe the writing style. The brief political events of the world from the end of the eighteenth century to the middle of the twentieth century are based on a brief framework, and the economic, social and cultural developments are described in detail in the chapters on individual countries, relying on the history books of those countries. The names of these books are given at the end of this book. This little book has been created by taking and combining each chapter from these books. I must admit that I did not write it after spending a lot of time and research. It is a timely and necessary filling of the gap, and it would be good if a book more complete and clear than this little book appeared in the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToday, students read and memorize history in Burmese and write their answers in Burmese in exams, which is good in a way. The language is not difficult, so they can read it quickly. They can memorize it. They can answer it fluently. However, there are very few books written in Burmese. Therefore, there is a desire for more than one history book to be published.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Tun\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e9-6-61\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 1\/1 Thaton Road, University District, Yangon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA new concept of governance that emerged from the ancient bookkeeping systems and\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow new organizations emerged in the West\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOld way\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore the French Revolution in 1789, the system of government and social relations in various countries throughout Europe was often called the old system. Under the old system, there was a distinction between the privileged and the oppressed. The country was ruled by an absolute monarch. Officials were bribed and corrupt. The landowners were powerful. The clergy had influence over the king. All economic wealth was owned by a few, leaving the majority in deep poverty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEngland\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompared with other countries in the world, it can be said that England has the greatest hope for the welfare of the majority. Because the era of the monarchy, which was replaced by the rule of law and governed by parliament, has been emerging since the early eighteenth century, England has a higher political standard than most. In the eighteenth century, only the English model is considered the most suitable for the government of the country. In England, people are thought to be the freest. In fact, they are not free because of parliament. From the beginning, they were not able to tolerate the violation of the rights of the individual by the ruler, and therefore they have the freedom of speech as they do now. Now that parliament has become the greatest power, the king is only a figurehead and can do nothing beyond parliament in all important matters, such as taxation, legislation, corrections, judgments, and the command of the standing army. However, at that time, Parliament was not yet a true representative of the people as we know it today. Because not all adults could vote, as it is now, and because the number of members was not proportional to the population, it was a parliament composed only of representatives of the wealthy landowners. Every member of Parliament was also a landowner. Bribery and corruption were commonplace in those days. During the reigns of George I, the founder of the new English dynasty, and Robert Walpole, who was entrusted with the affairs of the country on behalf of the king, a cabinet called the Cabinet and a Prime Minister emerged. If Parliament did not continue to support the Cabinet, the entire Cabinet had to resign from office. The Cabinet was able to take over the government, and the king's role was limited to ceremonial duties. However, when George III ascended the throne in 1760, he attempted to intervene in the government as a monarch, with limited success, but the defeat in the American War gave rise to a revival of parliamentarianism. They began to push for a reform of Parliament to make it truly representative of the people. The most notable of these was the Chartist rebellion. The Chartists demanded (a) more voting rights, (b) a more equitable distribution of seats, (c) a salary for MPs, (d) a reduction in the property limit for candidates, (e) a secret ballot, and (f) annual parliamentary elections. While the French Revolution was still in progress, England was alarmed and stopped all reforms and even suppressed any attempts to reform.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrance\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe example of France is also noteworthy in breaking with the old system. The French king is an absolute monarch and rules the country according to his will. Although there is a council of advisors, they often follow the king's wishes. There is no organization independent of the king. The parliament of Paris is also a supreme court that confirms the king's decrees. Sometimes the parliament resists the unilateral will of the king, but it is not enough. In some provinces there are councils of advisors, and in cities there are city councils. However, they are not organizations that can express the will of the people. It can be said that the administration is very corrupt. There is no unity of law. In some regions, the ancient Roman tradition is used for judgment, and in some places German law is used. There are arbitrary arrests and detentions, and those who have acquired positions with money are judged according to their appearance. In the army, high positions are always held only by the sons of the nobles. By setting a predetermined amount of tax for each area, the tax collector can take whatever is left over, which leads to unjust extortion from the poor. In fact, the poor are the ones who\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eand the lower classes, called the middle classes, suffered the most. Louis XV did not care about the country, but spent his time on pleasure. Louis XVI, who had been willing to reform everything that was necessary in time, was more likely to be favored by the upper classes and the clergy, who enjoyed every opportunity and favored him. Despite the precedent, Louis XVI did not have the courage to reform when it was necessary. The treasury was very rich, and he faced even more financial difficulties due to the American war. Thinking that this would solve the money problem, he called a conference of important people in 1787. The conference recommended that a consultative assembly of the classes, which had not been convened since 1614, be convened to solve all the problems. This was the end of the absolute monarchy in France.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLower class\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poorest and most laborious class are the peasants. In farming, we have never heard of any new methods of cultivating, such as selecting good varieties, fertilizing the soil, and sowing seeds. They do it in the old ways. Except in England, throughout Europe, the restrictions imposed on the farmers by the dukes of the old feudal period still remain. If there is a tax to pay, they are the ones who pay the largest amount. If there is a road to repair,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey work for free. They pay land taxes. They pay religious taxes. ' The landlords do not dare to refuse if they have other duties. If they accumulate excess money, the tax collector squeezes it out. They do not eat well, they do not dress well. In short, they are not able to live as a human being. In Russia, Poland, and Hungary, their condition is the worst. In England, they live the best, and in France, they are seen to be rising up and demanding as much as they can for reform.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMiddle class (bourgeois)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCities grew and multiplied in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. \"The growth that followed the good trade was also the impetus for colonial expansion. In 1787, London had over a million inhabitants. Paris had five hundred thousand. There were eighty cities with over a thousand. Amsterdam, Hamburg, Bremen, and Frankfurt were particularly prosperous. By the eighteenth century, the artisans had changed from producing goods for their own consumption to producing them for sale for profit. Here, they were trying to find better ways of producing goods at lower cost than before. New kinds of goods were also being sold. Previously, trade was hampered by poor roads and government restrictions, but now ships were sailing all over the world. The East India Company, the Dutch East India Company, the Hartsville Company, etc., were powerful and monopolized trade. Monopoly Despite this, trade continued to grow. With this growth, the most important advantage was the handicrafts. The middle class, consisting of wholesale and retail merchants and merchants, emerged. In England and France, the bourgeoisie was at its best. If they had money, they prepared to have political power. The English bourgeoisie, relying on parliament, gained the power they needed. The French bourgeoisie was left with no choice but to act.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUpper class\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Europe, the upper classes, such as the bishops and archbishops, and the nobles, are called the first and second classes. This is a small minority, only one in a hundred of the population. They are people of honor, position, and wealth. The upper classes are not worthy of praise for their morality and integrity. The nobles have bought the position of bishops and archbishops with money and are only false religious leaders. The real priests under them are pitifully poor. The nobles are also just people who are just people. They come and go in and out of the palace and squeeze as much tax as they can from the peasants in their own fields. There are also poor nobles who live in the countryside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eReligious belief\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Christianity, there are Roman Catholicism, Anglicanism, and other Protestant denominations. In the eighteenth century, the Roman Catholic Church was the strongest and most powerful. It did not negotiate with any sect that disagreed with it. It had once had political power, but now it is no longer as powerful as it once was. However, it still has to take the lead in education, perform marriages, and suppress heresy. Within this sect, there were smaller sects such as the Jenkins, the Februnians, and the Jesuits, which hindered its organization. The Anglican sect in England was wealthy and favored. Other Protestant sects who did not agree with it could not accept government positions without the permission of Parliament. Baptisms, births, and deaths, and marriages could be performed by priests of this sect. Meanwhile, Presbyterians, Unitarians, Lutherans, and Methodists emerged. In Germany, the Lutheran sect flourished. Beyond these, the churches and the Bible were said to be unworthy of devotion and to be no medium between God and man. In addition, with the rise of modern secular science, many people rejected the old religious beliefs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNew method\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The eighteenth century was also a time of searching for new knowledge. Scholars were stubborn and said that if they could not prove it, they would not believe it. The Englishman Sir Isaac Newton (1642-1727) improved the telescope and developed the science of space. He was able to demonstrate the force of gravity of the earth through mathematics and methods. This was the beginning of the development of the science of the universe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA great scientist, Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz (1646-1716), developed calculus with Newton, which led to the development of architecture. Benjamin Franklin Kern (1716-1790) studied lightning and discovered the nature of electricity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was also a leader of the American Revolution. Sir Charles Presley (1733-1804), Antoine Lavoisier (1743-1794), and Henry Cavendish (31-1810) pioneered modern chemistry. Edward Ginn (1749-1823) began to demonstrate that smallpox could be prevented by vaccination. These new methods were developed and encouraged by worldly scientists and politicians. In 1662, in London, the Church and in France, the French Academy were established to discuss new discoveries. The printing press also facilitated the spread of knowledge. 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He then moved to the Lancaster Mercury and the Yorkshire Post. In 1955 he joined John Boo magazine in London. The magazine later became Today magazine. He then went to work at Home as managing editor. It was there that he wrote his first novel, A Cage of Ice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe success of that novel led him to pursue his dream of becoming a full-time writer and continuing to write novels. The now translated Green River High is his seventh novel, first published in 1979.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e -----\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToday is Friday. It's going to be busy like any other Friday. Friday is going to be even worse. Because half the staff has the flu. Some of it is real. Some of it is fake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I woke up that morning, I really wanted to run away. My bed was warm, but the entire room seemed more suitable for penguins than for people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I think about it. I want to run away. But it won't happen. It never will.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoth at school and in the army, the class leaders and drill sergeants instilled in the young men a sense of secularism. They only allowed them to play doubles tennis on Sunday evenings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Avoid opening the door to women.\" I avoid it. In fact, I rarely have women like that come to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA good officer says that he must feed his subordinates to the full before he even drinks a sip of water. Well. That's what he does. What's wrong? They eat their fill and then stuff it all into their pockets and take it away. And the way they look at you with their eyes is like they're saying something. Chief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eResponsibility. I am one of the last generations to know this word. I am also one who knows and understands the meaning of this word.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnce a person gets the meaning and necessity of this word stuck in his head, the thing called duty is like an alarm clock constantly reminding him. He will do things he doesn't want to do because of duty. Everything will be like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's why. This Friday morning, I got up reluctantly. I shaved my beard and mustache. (A clean soldier is a brave soldier.) I prepared a good breakfast. (A soldier who has not eaten breakfast often collapses on the battlefield.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI put on a pair of loose-fitting shoes. I also put on a loose-fitting suit. After taking a look outside through the window, I put on my raincoat again. Then I went to the bus stop...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"On rainy days like this, the bus is always late and always crowded. I can't wait any longer, so I have to stand and ride among those who can't wait like I can.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom what I said earlier, you might think of me as a soldier. But sadly, I am only a former soldier. The marks of a soldier are on me and inside me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a cold, drizzling morning, and I had gone to the bank where I worked to finish my work. I had gone to settle an important matter. Two days before, the manager had called me into his office. The senior clerk had retired, and I was the oldest, and I was to be promoted to that position, and I would earn about a hundred and fifty pounds more a year. The manager, Barstock, gave me this news as if he were giving me the title of hero. That was why. When I said, \"Let me think about it for a couple of days,\" he was very surprised. He was a man who always looked forward to a promotion. He had never been promoted often in his life. He had never once considered whether he should accept it or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Stock's view, the position of counter clerk is 'a two-step ladder to heaven.'\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut I see this job differently. Almost all the counter staff are women. Some are engaged, some are newly married. Some are pregnant. They work in the bank quite casually. They don't hesitate to take all the leave they deserve - sick leave, maternity leave.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"All the counter staff are your responsibility, Mr. Tunnicliffe. Do you understand that?\" said the manager. I understood perfectly well.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You have to take charge of all their tasks and all their problems. This is a place of responsibility, but you are a person who has fulfilled your duties for nine years.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As he continued his speech, I thought back to those nine years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think about the nine years and nine rains. I curse the nine years and nine rains. Today is the day I have to make a decision.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Actually, I have to accept the job. I really hate having to accept it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What should I say once I get into the manager's room? It's clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, I accept. Thank you, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is the end of the Shorty Club. When I joined, I thought of it as temporary. I thought of it as a temporary place to make a living. If I found a better job, a more suitable job, I would move. But nine years have passed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow the sturdy bank door was completely closed in front of me. One of my legs was firmly tied to the long counter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And what is the job I will do for the rest of my life? \"I can't give you a day off on Thursday, Judith.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is what I should say to Judith, who takes leave every Thursday. Then she will be offended. She will be cursed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My job is to carry out important tasks with awareness and responsibility, as Varstok said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This is what I thought at the time. But that very day, a story began.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first incident was like this: A person next to me on the bus fainted and fell. There was no sign of anything, he just fell from a standing position in the middle of the bus.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI shouted for the car to stop. I picked up the man. He was put on a stretcher that someone had pulled out. He was pale and bleeding all over. He was breathing hard. But after a minute he came to. But he was still dizzy. So I told the ticket office. I had to stop at the next stop and call an ambulance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, ticket sales\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The hospital is about a mile ahead. It'll be faster if you take this car.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo we went by bus. When we arrived at the hospital, I carried the sick man to the hospital. But he was not tired. He was as light as a leaf. I was stuck in the emergency room for a long time. I explained the situation to the doctor. Finally, the doctor sent the old man to the cardiac examination room and let me go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe result was that I was half an hour late for work. I was angry because punctuality was something I had always been good at. I couldn't break this habit. That's why I jumped off the bus. On the way to the bank, which was already open, I was always uncertain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was standing on the side of the road, about to cross the street to the bank, when a van stopped in front of me. The indicator was pointing to the right. The van, like me, was waiting for traffic to clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo I saw the man in the front seat through the foggy windshield. His face was strange. It was rough and rough. It looked like an unfinished sculpture. Then it turned. Behind it, another\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There were about two cars. I can still see the face of the man from earlier in my mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe van stopped in the alley next to the bank. Before I could even open the door, a realization came to my mind. That strange face was covered with a sock.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were going to rob the bank. \"I was in the middle of the road, cutting through the cars. I was looking at the van out of the corner of my eye, as if watching the cars coming from the other side.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFour people quickly got out of the car. Two double-barreled guns were visible. Two shotguns were visible. Smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe. It must have been because the car was running. If so, there must have been a fifth person in the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey're not running. They're walking briskly towards the entrance. \"Three people went inside, one remained at the door. He had a double-barreled gun in his hand. He was facing the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He lowered the gun and aimed it. The butt of the gun rested on his right hip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCars were passing between him and me. Then a lorry passed, then a bus. I was out of sight. He was out of sight too. The bus stopped in front of me. A few people were getting out of the bus. I saw the bus and joined them. I kept my eyes on him. He pretended to cross the road by the bank. It was to his right. If he had waved his gun, the butt would have hit his hip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mom\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A child screamed in terror. \"I was about seven or eight feet away from him. I had my back to him. I stood at the end of the sidewalk behind the blue van.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Shut up\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI heard him scream loudly. His attention was on the child and his mother. Only for a moment. But in that moment, I turned around, supporting the van with one hand. Then I took two quick steps and jumped on him. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482332074133,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_15111dce-8d6b-42c7-92c0-1fbcf6d1bd29.jpg?v=1730271439"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-မြန်မာပြည်မြောက်ပိုင်း","title":"Nat Nwe - Northern Myanmar","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter -(1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook at the forest. Look at the mountain. There is also a forest on the mountain. The forest and the mountain are the surface of this region. The forest is adjacent to the mountain, and the plain is just the boundary between one mountain and another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey would soon reach the edge of the forest. On one side of the forest was a mountain. There was a stream between the forest and the mountain. But they couldn't see it from where they were.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey had been traveling for almost a whole day, going up and down mountains, going down and up mountains. Of all the forests they had crossed today, this one was the widest. Beyond this point, there was no more forest. There were only mountain clearings and lowlands. No problem. This was tomorrow's journey. For today, they would camp at the beginning of the Taw Alo mountain. There were huts at the foot of the mountain where travelers could rest and sleep. That was why they were walking briskly to reach the forest in the sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe winter days in this region are shorter. The mountains are dense. The fog is thick. The sun rises from the top of the mountain and sets at the top of the mountain. The fog and white clouds hide in the mountain belts. It is like waiting for the snow. The fog that comes from the ground and the snow that falls from the rain do not want to leave until the sun is high. When the sun goes down, the fog is first on the low mountains. It is parallel to the twilight. Then the snow comes. It is dark and follows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were now beginning to climb the hill imperceptibly. The forest was gone. The ground was turning browner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Come on, let's reach the forest before the sun sets.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Kanan man who was walking ahead spoke to the young man who had been left behind by a bamboo stick. But he did not stop and wait. He did not slow down his pace or look back. He put his right hand on the yoke and walked away. However, his ear did the work of his eyes. He noted the footsteps of the person following him. He listened to the sound of footsteps and the volume of them, and knew whether the person behind him was walking slowly or quickly. He knew whether the footsteps were slow or fast, and whether they were walking deliberately or cautiously. People who lived on the ground could see far ahead and did not value their ears. However, people who lived in the forest and mountains relied more on their ears and nose than on their eyes, since enemies could appear nearby at any time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's wrong with your left heel? Why are you walking on tiptoe, Maung Shwewa?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Kanan man asked the question without looking back. Then, before the man could answer, he lowered his left heel. However, as if in pain, he suddenly lifted his entire left foot. Then, he gritted his teeth and stomped hard on the flat of his left foot. After two or three steps, the wound disappeared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's a three-pronged sword, so you can walk. Brother Moe, go ahead, I'll follow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUncle Moe said nothing and walked towards the setting sun. His body swayed like a wave because of the weight on his shoulders. He rose and fell as he stepped. The smooth, smooth bamboo yoke, which was full of fat, swayed and swayed under the weight of the baskets in front and behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you look at the two baskets, woven with dark bamboo, you would see only the arrows, dry shells, cotton blankets, and clothes on the top, and you would think that they were not that heavy. However, if you knew that the bottom of the basket was full of salt, even a fairly strong person would not dare to undertake this journey with such a load.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, this old man, who was born and raised in the mountains, had no trouble carrying twenty baskets of salt and traveling for four or five nights. Now, he had already broken two baskets of salt and was only a bamboo stick ahead of a young man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut he was not a man of great strength. He was a man of great skin and bones. His strength did not come from his muscles, but from his bones and muscles. His whole body was small. Although he was only five feet tall, he did not look like a dwarf. His height and body were in perfect harmony. However, the muscles in his body were terrifying. A thousand muscles seemed to be protruding from the outside of his body. His ear muscles, his neck muscles, his arms muscles, and his legs muscles were all writhing like cobras. He was almost fifty years old, and his forehead was white. However, his eyes were dark. They were like a bowl of rice. He wondered if the whole world would come to his eyes and become a shadow. His body was covered with dark red moles. His skin was thin but moist. It was moist but not fragile. It was rough and cracked. But the face was calm, as if it had not been touched by heat or cold. It was clear, as if it had never been touched by good or evil.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had indeed lived a rough and tough life. He had traveled to many places, worked in various jobs, and been involved in many events. Now he had been returning to the village after spending a summer and a winter in the lower part of the country. The reason for his return was because he met Maung Shwe Wa in Bhan Mauk. His plan was to turn back to Wan Tho. However, Maung Shwe Wa said he wanted to go to the village, so he had to change his route.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was very close to Maung Shwe Wa. Maung Shwe Wa’s mother and father were like his brothers and sisters. Maung Shwe Wa’s uncle in Bham Mauk was his salesman. Maung Shwe Wa’s grandfather was his commander during the war against the British during the reign of King Bagan. At that time, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. After investigating the incident of the commander’s death during a night raid on an enemy outpost, he went to the village of Dung Kyar in Mogaung Township to report that Maung Shwe Wa’s father was only ten years old. However, when he returned from Assam about five years ago, he found that the commander’s wife was no longer there. The commander’s son was already the father of four children. He was surprised to learn that the commander’s son and the woman he had met were his friend’s sisters. So he stayed at the house of U Nwe Mon and Daw Saw Yone for almost a month. But he was still dissatisfied. U Nwe Mon was the son of his commander, but he did not have the blood of a commander. His blood and character were also very few. However, Maung Shwe Wa was different from his father and more like his grandfather. Maung Shwe Wa asked Ba Kyi Moe about his grandfather. He had always had his eyes on this boy. Now he saw the commander’s grandson as a man from Moe Kaung. This boy was brave. This boy was strong. Maung Shwe Wa walked briskly. He walked quickly. Even so, he had not yet caught up with the old man in front. The old man walked without hesitation. He was calm and steady. However, he was able to make progress with his feet and quick feet. He respected the old man. The old man was versatile. Versatile. Versatile. A real soldier. A member of his grandfather’s army. He fought with white faces in the lower villages.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he arrived in Assam, he joined the ethnic rebels and fought against the British. He also went far into China. Surprisingly, the old man joined the royal army and fought many battles, but he had no desire to serve as a royal servant. The great and young lords\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was not only unpleasant and unsatisfying to be praised, but the old man had also changed the course of his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wanted to take risks. He was proud. He was indomitable. He had been determined to become a great commander like his grandfather since he was a child. At that time, the events he saw inspired his life. The villagers worked hard for their own livelihood. And not only that, but the elders, the rich and the powerful, and the vassals, were also oppressing him. So he went to the Golden City and set out to serve the king. But the old man stopped him. He told him about the sad events of the Golden City, the sad lives of the princes. The old man told him about the purity of their hearts. After staying in the village for a while, the old man said that he had a plan to go to Chindwin, and from there to Naga and Manipur. So he gave up his plan to go to the Golden City and serve the king and decided to go with the old man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had much to learn from the old man. He was no match for anyone in single combat, but he had no experience in mass combat. He had only heard a few words about the good and new weapons of the White Faces. Only now, thanks to the old man, did he shoulder an Infield rifle. He wanted to learn from the old man how to shoot and fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though a person has been placed in this position, and is accepted as being superior to him, he cannot be satisfied with being behind him in a situation where two people are walking side by side. It cannot be said that he is not ahead of the other person in a situation where they are walking side by side. Only he can be ahead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Shwe Wa's face hardened. Anger was rising. If he wasn't angry at anyone, he must be angry at himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person in front was more than half his age. The old man's age. He was young. He was almost half his age in body. He was also a head taller in height. His stride was equal to the old man's stride. Not only that, the old man was carrying more than twenty kilograms of weight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was walking. He only had a rifle and a bundle of clothes on his shoulder. A total of only five pounds. And yet he was still ahead of the old man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Shwe Wa gritted his teeth and put the cloth bag attached to the rifle stock on his left shoulder. He held the long rifle under his right arm. He walked briskly, swinging the hand holding the gun back and forth as if to gain strength.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he walked, his attention turned to the gun in his hand. It was a gun that Bagyi Moe had gotten from the Golden City. He hadn’t bought it. He had taken it from a soldier who was abusing a young woman. The gun he had seen in Moe Kaung was heavier than this one. The proportions were also different. The gun was long, but it was light and easy to hold. The bullet size didn’t matter. The guns that came out of their region were used with bullets. Bagyi Moe said that the gun he had seen in Moe Kaung was a gun from Bagyi Taw’s time. The gun that he had seen now had been in use since the time of the Bagan kings. It was said that there was a dispute between the blacks and the whites about this gun. Since the bullet and the bullet were tight, the bullet, which was about two cubits and a hand long, was greased with oil to make the bullet go smoothly. When the bullet was inserted into the bullet, the paper strip at the tip of the bullet had to be torn off with his mouth. Here is the problem. Black people don't eat pork. The stuff in the bullets is lard. He had heard such interesting things from Uncle Moe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuddenly, a large shadow fell on his body. His whole body felt cold. Immediately, his vision blurred. Maung Shwe Wa looked around in shock from his place of contemplation. However, he immediately realized that he had not encountered any danger, but had accidentally entered the forest. The sun had suddenly disappeared. He was suddenly dominated by the darkness and shadow of the forest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAround him were only trunks and branches. Between the branches were vines and branches. Some of the small trees were only as tall as a person. In the eight directions\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe forest is so dense that when you look up, you can't see the sky. There are only the leaves of the sycamore, the teak, and the red sycamore. The middle veins of the large teak leaves are starting to turn red. Some of the leaves are already falling off.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs we followed the narrow path into the forest, we soon came to a fork in the road. We could not see Uncle Moe at all. 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Every corner was filled with a sense of sadness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The funeral song, filled with heartfelt emotions, captivates the hearts of those who are peacefully resting among the raindrops.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThus, we were forced to part forever from our beloved Moe Wai.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He fell asleep in Christ on August 15, 1967. But he did not die. He did not die. In February 1968, Moe Wai Magazine was born. His name, the literature he wrote, and his beliefs continue to live on today.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a rainy day. It had been a long time. It had been a long time. It was 1953. 28 years ago. It was almost 30 years ago. I arrived at the detective magazine building on Brookings Road (now Bogalay Market Road). With the late writer Tint Htoo.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is seen with rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt wasn't the first time I met him. I had met the publisher, U Sanni, and the editor-in-chief, Tint San. It seemed that Moe Wai's time hadn't come yet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe arrived a little early. He arrived at the magazine office at two or three in the evening. When he arrived at the office, he wrote. He handled the magazine. And then what did he do? He asked U Sonny for a daily allowance. Back then, they worked by the day. They wrote by the day. Should we say that one day's writing is enough to eat one day's food?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat do you do when you have to count the days? Everyone gets together and watches movies. They line up in the five-story building. Back then, there were many theaters to watch. There were also many movies to watch. They watched one movie a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey ate something to satisfy their hunger. They often ate fried noodles. They were drunk after one meal. Sometimes they ate at the Chinese restaurant next to Win Win. Back then, you could buy a roast duck for sixty-five cents. The roast ducks there were so big that they were a bit big.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's it. At that time, the group didn't drink alcohol. Moe Wai didn't drink alcohol yet. What did he do? Reading. Writing. Watching movies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe reads a lot. What does he read? First, he reads newspapers. He reads almost all the news and articles in newspapers. He especially reads the Nation newspaper, from the advertisement to the headline. He likes the English writing in the Nation newspaper. Then he reads Time magazine. He likes the writing in Time magazine. He himself is good at English. He often tries to write in English. He never succeeds. He is not given the opportunity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe reads almost all the weekly journals, newspapers, and monthly magazines. He also reads as many novels as he can get his hands on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When it comes to reading English-language novels, I enjoy not only detective, mystery, and adventure novels, but also classics and contemporary fiction.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could read a lot and write a lot. He wrote a lot of things under different pen names.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He started writing in 1946. He was writing before he was 20. He died at the age of 40.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn his 20 years of writing, he wrote more than three hundred books on poetry, translation and academic subjects under the pen names Moe Wai, Khin Maung Gyi, Bo Thein Tan, Thet Maw, San Lay Maung, and Professor U Thwin. He wrote more than six hundred articles in the press. His first short story, Tin Maung Swe, was A Drop of Tears, which appeared in the magazine Deng Dung. His first collection was 400,000.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is known for his novels Tin Maung Swe, Naw Tha Mu (1952), which is based on ethnic unity, Thit U Thazin (1953), which is based on resistance to the Kuomintang invasion, and Lai Lai Rau Ni (1953), which is based on resistance to feudalism and imperialism, and Mong Thit Shwe (1953), which is based on resistance to imperialism and imperialism, are also notable successes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis notable translated novels include Oliver Twist, The Green Soil, Chotamar, Party Member, and The Sea Wolf.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Let him read a lot. He writes a lot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That day he was a little late. He arrived at three o'clock. He dropped the worn-out cotton bag that was hanging from his shoulder onto the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a loud thud. There was a heavy object in the bag. It wasn’t the Puma gun that freelance detective Tin Maung Swe was carrying in his shoulder bag. It was just a two-shot flashlight. He would be late for home. He had to walk a long way from the bus station to his house. The road was long. The road was dark. The road was bad. But the road was called Thukha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe took out an English book from his bag, even though he was still on the road. The book was torn. Then he took out a yellow piece of unlined sketch paper. The paper was wrinkled. Then he took out a black fountain pen and began to write.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen U Sanni and Ko Tint San introduced themselves to him. He looked at me from the writing desk. He greeted me. With a warm and friendly manner. But the writing did not stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That's his habit. His habit of writing. He writes while he talks. He writes while he talks. After a while, he told U Sonny.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm hungry, tea shop. There are guests here, let's go, let's go. Let's go to the tea shop.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He stuttered when he spoke. U Sonny laughed, showing his gold teeth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll go, but I haven't written anything when you come. I'm just going to have tea.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe and U Sonny are very close. They are like brothers. They have been together for a long time. They are business partners. They are colleagues. They are also the founders of the modern literature library.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey went to the tea shop. He took a notebook with some writing paper. They talked in the tea shop. He continued writing while talking, drinking tea, and eating bread.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here, here, aren't you feeding him? He's a writer from the countryside.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, he said. U Sonny grinned, “Heh heh heh, I’ll feed you, just finish writing the letter.” That night, U Sonny fed him. Not only that, he showed him a movie. Not only that. “You…you give him the manuscript fee…give him.” The editor-in-chief asked for the manuscript fee. The publisher paid for it. It was his first manuscript fee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, I had already written three or four articles for a detective magazine. It was my first time receiving a manuscript fee since I arrived in Yangon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But they are all kind to me. They encourage me. They help me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey advised me to live in Yangon. They told me to work for a detective magazine. They invited me to work and live with them. What else do I need to think about?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe returned to Mandalay. Within a few days, he was back in Yangon. On the one hand, he was studying at Yangon University. On the other hand, he was writing for a detective magazine. He worked for a detective magazine. He earned two kyats a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In this way, I had to work with him. I had to get close to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn 1956, he separated from her temporarily. He got married. He returned to Mandalay. He returned to Yangon. He worked in Nyein Sapay. He worked in Pyidaw Thit Journal. He worked in the National Newspaper. He worked in Ko Tin Aung Masan Sapay. He worked in the Secret Magazine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sometimes I meet the buyer, sometimes I don't.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI met him again in 1962. When Mya Saepyar took over the publishing of the detective magazine, I was involved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e From then on, I worked with him. He and I were responsible for producing the detective magazine. He was the editor-in-chief. I was the editor-in-chief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut he has left the magazine business to himself. He writes. He reads. But he watches movies. He spends time with friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He loves people. People love him. He doesn't hate anyone. He is always with people. He is happy. He is happy for others too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is especially happy for his friends. He is more happy. He is also happy and joyful with them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If I had to talk about it, it would be August.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was raining that day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e August 1st is the anniversary of the Bagan Library.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery year, Bagan New Year's Day is celebrated. A Bagan New Year's book is published. Writers and friends are invited and treated to food and drinks. It's a quiet place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the day of the Bagan New Year, writers and literary friends meet. They talk. They discuss. They eat and drink happily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat year, the Bagan Year Book was his Northern Myanmar. He gave the book as a gift to those who visited on that day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, Moe Wai had already received the book in advance. Not only that, he had already read it in advance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He criticizes northern Burma. He criticizes himself. Then he praises himself. He praises the publisher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wished the Bagan Library and the northern Myanmar people a happy meal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then they were told to sing happily. They were told to dance happily. No one objected. Everyone sang happily and danced happily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Everyone was happy. They were happy. They were memorable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He died in August of the following year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is no more now. But there is a magazine called Moe Wai that commemorates him. One thing that remains unanswered is the Bagan Bookstore and the Bagan Book Publisher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Ko U ​​La, the founder and publisher of the Gyan Bookstore, passed away. It has been a long time since the Pagan New Year's Eve celebration was held in the rainy months of August. Similarly, it has been a long time since Pagan books have been published. August is a month of nostalgia.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (Original title: \"August Love\")\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (Moe Wai, August, 1981)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42482380243093,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_0b1bb0ad-2ef9-40f2-a952-a02de8d6b34f.jpg?v=1730271459"},{"product_id":"ကျော်ဝင်း-စိန်ခေါ်ကြသူများ","title":"Kyaw Win - Those Who Challenge","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Write your own letter, sing your own song.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Man” and History” - There is a question that is still difficult to answer definitively. “Does man write history, or does history write man?” The question has now emerged as the ones who will provide the definitive answer. It is the youth of the 21st century. “It is not man who writes history, but man who writes history,” they boldly proclaimed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is a lot of new buzzwords floating around about this topic, but it is important to understand one important term: TailorMade Biography. It is not just a “tailored” biography written by others. Today’s youth believe that they don’t want others to write about them, they have to write it themselves. However, it is not an “autobiography” either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Personally written\" is not enough. It's too light. It doesn't convey the full meaning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It means that it should be a self-written biography that is purposefully crafted to suit one's own desires. TailorMade refers to all of these concepts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe beginning of the story can be said to be the youth conferences held at the end of the 20th century and the beginning of the 21st century. At these conferences, scholars gathered and surveyed the nature of the youth of the new century, and two ideas clearly diverged. The first group did not follow the youth movement. It pointed out three main points: “No Model, Lost Mission and Egocentric.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second group does not accept this criticism. They respond by criticizing it as unnatural, as they view young people through the eyes of adults. At the same time, they also assess that “the standards of today’s young people have reached such a high level that adults cannot keep up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Idols and Idees\" and \"There are no models\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003emay have something to say about the first criticism from young people. (Here we do not want to confuse them with the trendy model girls. I mean a role model who can be imitated.) Although it is easy to say \"model\", it is necessary to examine \"what kind of model\" is meant.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are two types of models, “Idol” and “Ideal,” which are different from each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The meaning of \"idol\" is more related to emotion. It is similar to the word \"heart-throb\". In adolescence, it is often a boy friend, a girl friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen you get a little older, you may become a famous singer, movie star, athlete, etc. According to psychologists, this is called “celebrity admiration,” which arises from a desire to escape from your ordinary, ordinary life for a while. This is a natural state of mind for every young person, and it is still the same today. Nothing strange, back then “Presley” (now “Eminem”), before “Monroe”, today “Britney Spears”. That's all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Idea is not like this. It is more profound. It is about a sense of awe. In adolescence, parents are often the ones who become parents, and as they grow older, they can expand to national leaders, political leaders, religious leaders, etc. They are the “heroes” who elevate their worldview, who they think they can emulate. Psychologists call them “personalized beacons of change.” Today’s youth \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eseem to lack “idea,” and that “beacon” is disappearing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt would be unfair to blame young people for these changes. They argue that the adults themselves are more responsible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second criticism, “Ideology” and “Idea” and “Mission Lost,” is also interesting to discuss. Indeed, the “Apolitic Trend” of young people moving away from politics seems to indicate that the mission has been lost. A report by the German-based “Reel” research center published in 2000 assessed that “the political interest of young people has declined\u003c\/span\u003e significantly.” This conclusion is based on two findings: the decreasing number of young voters in elections and the decreasing proportion of young people in political parties.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCritics do not deny that young people are moving away from politics. However, they are no longer disappointed in politics that seeks the welfare of humanity. They are no longer distrustful. They are suspicious of politicians and political organizations that are actually working. They are no longer enthusiastic about the procedures that are actually working. In their view, politics today is a mass of people, a lot of words, and a mess. They are no longer able to adapt to the dynamic changes of the information age. Young Americans criticize that Silicon Valley's speech cannot be caught up with the Capitol Hill. Based on these points, they may be Apolitic. They are not at all Anti-Politic.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePolitics is also associated with ideology. In an era where major ideologies are collapsing, it is only natural for people who have grown up to be skeptical of any ideology. Even liberal democracy, which is the last remaining remnant, cannot be trusted with complete confidence. Even if they believe in “values”, they want to watch the hidden “interests” with suspicion. However, they are not just sitting on the sidelines, but they seem to be determined to use “ideas” to prop up the collapsed “ideology”.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe origin of this idea is their “mission.” There is one. It is not the same as the previous “can’t lift a dog with an elephant’s head.” It can be said to be a mission that is all about one’s own. It is often referred to as a “personal mission.” This mission does not focus on “what is happening in the world.” It focuses on “what can I do?” It does not blame the unreal world. It builds its own strength to the highest level. It is not that the mission has disappeared. It is that the attitudes about the mission are no longer different. The approaches have changed.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43096994578581,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_504f0b4d-f4fd-4157-823f-09f2a71acd32.jpg?v=1730271558"},{"product_id":"ကျော်ဝင်း-နှစ်ဆယ့်တစ်ရာစု-သားရွှေဥ","title":"Kyaw Win - Twenty-first Century Golden Egg","description":"\u003cdiv data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e Chapter (1)\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e Entering into the habit\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv data-mce-fragment=\"1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e Introduction\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is a book that teenagers all over the world, both East and West, are looking for. It is called \"The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens\". The author of this \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ebook is the son of SEASOEY famous management expert 'Stephen Covey'. 'Shawn Covey\u003c\/span\u003e ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSteven's \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'\u003c\/span\u003e The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People' is also a best-selling book. However, that book is aimed at adults. \"Shao\"'s book is for teenagers, so it is more enjoyable to read at a leisurely pace. We are introducing this book for the teenage audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to laugh when the leaves shake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have to admit it with shame. I am in the seventh grade. I have a bad feeling about my classmate, Min Ko (La). (In my opinion) Nik Ko (La) is really beautiful. She is as beautiful as she is beautiful. So I was scared. I am \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003enot 'proud\u003c\/span\u003e ' of myself \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e. As usual, I have to rely on matchmaking. I can't find much. My friend \"Klara\" is fond of this kind of thing. She is also very good at it. She also helps me with her heart. \"I trust her responsibility.\" That's great.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next day, when I met ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKlara\u003c\/span\u003e ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, my voice was shaking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How did you say it?\" \"Okay.\" \"How did you say it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How can I say that? It's obvious. Nick (La), that guy Xiao was hitting him...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha\" I felt sick. But I still wanted to hear the answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"So... what did he say?\" \"That's funny... I don't like this one.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Clara' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eleft laughing, but I felt like crying. I was falling. It was like falling headlong into a bottomless pit. I even thought that I would never love another woman in my life.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis story \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eis a true story of the original author of this book, \"Xiang Kovey\". Don't laugh, you must have experienced this too. \"The Queen's twisted love... What's wrong?\u003c\/span\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to shout.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'm about to shout. What I mean is, ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAdolescence is a time when a small group of people are sensitive and vulnerable.'\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm so upset, I haven't finished my homework yet. Hey, is tomorrow the week? I haven't received any letters yet. What a shame. Oh my God, it's already nine o'clock. Mom, let's eat.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hon, I’ve already bought a VCD from this count’s house. My father said he would buy it for me, but I haven’t bought it yet. Oh, my, school is almost here. I’m so bored. When I get to school, I’ll hear that guy bragging. How great would it be if the world were destroyed right now? Why didn’t that big meteorite hit me?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The teachers in their circle are very good. Our teachers are not very good. If they are not good, my mother will put them in a cheap circle. I am unlucky. That woman doesn't wear ready-made clothes. If I come here once, I will wear a T-shirt from a thrift store... Well... I will worship the Buddha and become a rich woman in my next life, Lord...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're so cruel, Aye... I don't even have a car. I don't want to be the one who rides the bus, the one who rides the bus, and the one who says, 'MC' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, I failed the tenth grade twice. If you can mix knowledge and money, you're in love, but if you can't mix it, you're not in love, you're not in love, you're not in love, you're not in love... There's no true love.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow will these \"children with their spines growing\" approach adulthood? What will be going on in their minds, and what will be reflected in their behavior?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBook of Losses Here we have listed all the common teenage behaviors that we see around us. How many of these behaviors do your friends have? All of them?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1) Find the culprit (React)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a popular joke from the Cold War era. A young man accidentally tripped while walking. His immediate reaction was, “It’s because of imperialism.” When something unpleasant, a difficulty, a problem arises, it’s easy to think of nothing else and quickly find someone to blame.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(2) Begin with No End in Mind\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ask yourself what you are passionate about, what you want to be. Don't listen to what others say. If you examine yourself honestly, you will often find that you are not passionate about anything, even if you are. You don't think about tomorrow. You live in the moment, today. Eat and sleep, Bhikkhus, when you die, you will go to heaven on your back... Very sad...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(3) Random (Put First Thing Last)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I sat down at the table to study. As soon as the TV showed a good movie, I got up from the table and went to the TV. Today I was going to wash my clothes. While I was thinking, my friend called me. I sat in the tea shop. I was going to do some exercise. I took off my shirt when the phone rang. “Hello, I have orders”, “Oh, Sweetie, are you okay”.... It was fun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's great. I haven't thought about what's most important, what to do first. I'll just do it randomly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (4) Think Win-Lose\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'Why do you think I'm such a jerk?', 'Think about how to get rid of this guy.' 'Kesaraza is one person, never two.' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is the attitude I usually have towards everyone who is my academic rival, or my lover, or something else. It's the habit of saying, \"If you win, you win, if you don't, you'll just step on the sidelines.\"\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though they say, \"There's no such thing as fair play in love and war,\" everything is still the same.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e5) Seek First to Talk, Then Pretend to Listen\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePeople have both mouths and ears, but they often forget their ears. They only use their mouths to please others. As soon as they meet someone, they start talking. If they have to listen because they can't help it, they pretend to listen and only think about what they have to say next. Why listen to other people's nonsense? It's boring. It's not fun to give a speech yourself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(6) Lone Ranger (Don't Cooperate)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e These guys are so good that they have to cooperate with you. They are trying to use my skills and come up with nice words. What kind of cooperation is this? Go and try it. Ride your own horse and reach Sagaing. Ride your own boat and reach Bago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (7) Priest Style (Wear Yourself Out)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly an empty vessel keeps on beating. I am a full vessel, I don't need to fill it up. I already have the truth. I don't need more truth. It's a waste of time. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhether these habits are good or bad, my friends, think for yourself. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAccording to \"Shao Covey\", these are tickets to the theater of doom. If you have these habits, you\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ehave already \"booked\" for doom.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tree of life\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet's reverse the \"loss-booking\" mentioned above. Here are seven habits that will come to mind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 1. Be Proactive\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen there is a problem, I think \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003efirst\u003c\/span\u003e , \"What am I doing wrong?\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen I think about the rest. \"Let me free myself, and blame others\u003c\/span\u003e .\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't do that. I take responsibility for myself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 2. Aim for the target (Begin with the End in Mind)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI first decide what I want to be, what my goal is. It's the ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMission\u003c\/span\u003e ' mentality.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 3. Put First Thing First\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't do things haphazardly. I tend to take things step by step, with a plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 4. Think Win-Win\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't care whether I win or lose. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI care about finding a mutually beneficial \"solution.\u003c\/span\u003e \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 5. Seek First to Understand, Then to be Understood\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e First, I try to understand others. I also open the door for others to understand me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 6. Synergize\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't do it alone. I try to work together with everyone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e7. Sharpen the Saw\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The door to my mind is never closed. It is always open to new ideas and perspectives. I am constantly ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003elearning\u003c\/span\u003e ' to keep my knowledge and my actions sharp \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you have these habits, you are almost certain to win the battle of life. So, you can say that these are the insurance cards for victory in life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet's illustrate these seven virtues with a picture to make them easier to remember. The first three are the efforts to conquer your inner self. Private Victory. \"Inner Victory \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e.\" It is like the roots of a big tree. If the roots are strong, the tree will not fall. The fourth to sixth three virtues are like the trunk. The trunk needs to be strong to withstand the wind, rain, and storms. To be victorious in dealing with people. Ph\u003c\/span\u003e :Mic Victory. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe will call it \"Outer Victory.\u003c\/span\u003e \"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43096997724309,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_0d1f5b1e-8994-492e-8736-e867d404c2bf.jpg?v=1730271562"},{"product_id":"ကျော်ဝင်း-သူတို့အမြင်-သူတို့အပြော","title":"Kyaw Win - Their Views, Their Sayings","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePeter E. Drucker\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePost-capitalist society\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This passage is from Peter E. Drucker's 1994 book, \"Post Capitalist Society.\" A change in the introduction that I think sums up the meaning of the entire book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(The Transformation) is an introduction to the 75th edition of \"Drucker's\" book, translated and excerpted from it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we look at the history of the West in general, we can see that every few centuries, there are profound changes. Each time this happens, the worldview, the basic values, the social and political structures, the culture, the arts, and the main institutions of a society are all reshaped within a few decades. In this way, after 50 years, a new world has emerged that has nothing to do with the old. In this new situation, the new generation of young people who have to become people in a new world, the old era, the old world, where their parents were born and raised, where their grandparents lived, is so disconnected that it is impossible to even imagine the old era, the old world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the modern world, such a great change is happening at a rapid pace. In fact, we are all going through a great process of change. As we go through this process, capitalism as we know it will be left in history. What we are all looking forward to is a post-capitalist society.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLandmarks\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking back in history, we see that this kind of change occurred once before in the 13th century. At that time, most European societies were centered in the newly emerging “cities.” “Guilds” of merchants and artisans emerged in the cities and became the dominant social force. On the economic side, “long-distance trade” flourished. New forms and styles developed in painting, sculpture, and architecture. In education, rural monasteries were replaced by the early universities of urban areas. On the religious and cultural side, the “Dominicans,” the followers of “Saint Dominic,” and the “Franciscans,” the followers of “Saint Francis,” emerged in parallel. In terms of language, it moved from \"Latin\" to various dialects, and in terms of literature and art, it could be called the \"age of Dante.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter 200 years, another major change occurred. Between the invention of the Gutenberg printing press in 1455 and the Protestant Reformation of Martin Luther in 151, there were more than 60 years. Between 1400 and 1500, there was a Renaissance, which reached its peak in Florence and Venice. The rediscovery of ancient art and culture, the discovery of America, the emergence of the Spanish infantry, the first standing army since the Roman legions, and the emergence of mathematics based on Arabic numerals were notable milestones. Thus, after 1520, a new era began that left the entire Middle Ages behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next change could be said to have been born in 1576. It was also the year in which the American War of Independence broke out, and the steam engine of the Great War was put into operation. Moreover, Adam Smith's \"Wealth of Nations\" was published in this same year. The great change that began in 1576 lasted for 50 years, culminating in the Battle of Waterloo. During these 40 years, the Industrial Revolution emerged and the first modern universities were established. These decades also saw the birth of modern ideologies such as capitalism and communism. In other words, it was a major change that shaped modern European culture. Thus, from 1820 onwards, a new landscape called \"modern capitalism\" began to emerge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwo hundred years later, we are faced with another major change. This time, the “sphere” of change is no longer limited to Western society. The tide of history has gone beyond the West and has reached the global level. There are various proposals for determining the origin of the current change. Some believe that it was around the 1960s, when a non-Western country, Japan, became an economic power. Others point to the computer that sent information to a central location. In my own opinion, I think we should consider the “American Bill of Rights” (American G.1 Bill of Rights) of cops: copsza: that came out after World War II. This law required American servicemen to be financially supported to attend university. This could be considered the beginning of a shift towards a knowledge society.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf history is any guide, the current changes are likely to continue until the year 2000 or 2020. Yet the political, economic, and social changes in the world are already underway. In short, we are halfway through a major transformation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDistorted capitalism\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA few decades ago, when we heard the term “post-capitalist society,” most people would have understood it as the socialism that Marxism had envisioned. Now, history has proven the fate of Marxism. Yet capitalism itself has not remained an immovable pillar of stability. The progress of most developed countries has significantly exceeded the scope of traditional capitalism.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTraditional capitalist society is dominated by two social classes. The \"capitalists\" who own and control the means of production, and the workers, whom Marx described as \"the propertyless.\" When Marx was alive, the condition of the workers was one of material deprivation, with nothing to sell but their labor. However, after Marx's death (1883), a somewhat loose middle class developed as a result of the \"Productivity Revolution.\" This continued to develop, and the condition of the workers in the industrialized countries reached its highest point after the Second World War. By the 1950s, the industrial working class had become an important force in the political life of developed countries. However, with the \"Management Revolution\" gaining momentum around the 1960s, the position of the blue-collar worker, both in terms of numbers and In terms of importance, however, it has declined. By the year 2000, blue-collar workers accounted for only about one-sixth or one-eighth of the total workforce in all industrialized countries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe peak of the development of the traditional capitalist class was even earlier. The heyday of the traditional capitalist class began at the beginning of the 20th century (more precisely, before the First World War). Since then, there have been no more capitalists who could control everything, such as Morgan, Rockefeller, and Carnegie Ford in the United States, Simon, Thyssen, and Krug in Germany, or Kundt, Lever, Vickers, and Armstrong in Britain. Since the end of the Second World War, these monopolistic capitalists have been replaced by the “professional managers” born of the management revolution. Today, there are no modern figures occupying the front pages of the media. However, they are not capitalists who own the means of production, but Even though they get very high salaries and bonuses, they are only employees. They are only white-collar workers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the United States in particular, most of the country's capital is not in the pockets of one or two capitalists, but rather in the stock market. More than half of this circulating capital is pension funds. The real owners of these pension funds are not capitalists, but employees. If, according to Marxism, the essence of socialism is that the workers own the means of production, then the most socialist country in the world is the capitalist elite, the United States.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat I want to say here is that the two main forces of traditional capitalism, the workers (blue-collar workers) and the capitalists (owners of productive capital), are declining from their original positions. They\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose who have gradually come to the forefront and replaced them are the \"knowledge workers\" and \"service workers\" who make a living from education.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097003950229,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_93b565b8-9357-4cb8-adc8-df34d0abb10a.jpg?v=1730271572"},{"product_id":"ကျော်ဝင်း-အင်တာဗျူး","title":"Kyaw Win - Interview","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Abyu (author's order)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't know if interview literature is a literary term or not. I'm just writing down interviews I've read and liked, thinking about them. I'd like to admit this first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, I am nothing. No reviewer would be interested in someone who is nothing, and I thought that I did not need to think about being reviewed. In the meantime, I met one or two people who said, “I want to be reviewed.” I was really surprised and asked them honestly what was on my mind. “Wait, why do you want to be reviewed?”... The reviewers did not answer anything. They just looked at me strangely, as if I were a strange creature. I felt a sense of pain in my heart and rephrased my question. “Wait.. what would you be reviewed?” Then they gave me a thoughtful answer. “It is not special. How did you become interested in reading, how do you read, how do you write, etc...” These were “hows” that I had never asked myself. \"Do you need to ask? What benefit will the reader get from knowing all this? What kind of person am I to pretend to be a teacher?\" A series of questions jumped out at the teachers, making them want to criticize them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, I didn't ask any questions. I simply refused, stating my situation. \"I'm not qualified to answer your questions, so please don't answer.\" I don't know what those teachers thought of me. I'm really grateful to them. It was only after meeting them that I thought more deeply about the term \"interview.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think there are two types of “interviews.” The first type is about famous people. Let’s call it a “celebrity interview.” Especially when it comes to artists who are popular with the public. I think the main thing is to know more about the person being interviewed, their life, and their image. This is the type of interview that we often see in magazines and journals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second type is a case-oriented interview, which is a type of interview that focuses on a specific issue, concept, or topic. There are interviews with businesspeople, political leaders, and even street urchins. It seems that the interviewee is chosen based on the topic and the context rather than whether the interviewee is a celebrity. Interviews with the famous interviewer “Larry King” would fall into this category. Interviews by “South-end Press” and New Perspectives Quarterly (NPQ) would also fall into this category.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo be honest, the first type of interview is not close to me. I would say it has nothing to do with anything. I thought that the experts I encountered would be people who were focused on this type, so I refused. I am not Kyaw Hein, not Htet Htet Moe Oo, not anything...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second type of interviews I personally find interesting. It is interesting to read the opinions of people from all walks of life. Sometimes. . . I can also exercise my brain by answering the questions of the interviewer myself. It doesn't have to be a celebrity. It can be anyone from the top to the bottom. I am free to say what I see. It is free.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is how the interview readers themselves ended up being criticized. The culprit was Ko Ye Moe, the editor of “Beauty” magazine... “Should I put the interview back in Beauty?” “Ha... that’s great.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When Ko Ye Moe started speaking, I didn't know that Myo Oo would turn to me. He had once been an avid reader of beauty interviews, so he enthusiastically supported him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I was thinking of starting a business with you” | I realized it was a robbery after I turned around. So I was afraid and refused.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha... That's not happening. I'm nothing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No. I've chosen a topic and then thought about who I'd like to talk to. Don't deny it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's my favorite type of interview, so I was a little interested. It's also painful to say no to someone who's so friendly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's the topic?\" \"Peace..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't want to deny it anymore. I can't deny it anymore. Just hearing it made my lips flutter. It was the time of the Iraq war, and the issue of war and peace that we had been arguing about since we were young was once again in vogue. There was only one thing. Should a novelist like me talk about such an important topic? Last read\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have to be strong in comparison to the other people. Among the interviews I have read, there is a person who is sentenced to death and a person who is a street vendor. I mean, I am a crazy person and a person who is a fool. No problem...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I will. Allow me one thing. Don't answer as a writer. I don't dare to call myself a writer. So, a middle-aged person's attitude towards peace. Maybe..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Teacher, answer as you wish.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is how we started talking about peace with Ko Ye Moe. It's often based on what we've read and remembered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn another interview, I felt it was my responsibility to answer his questions, as he was a rare reader of my book. To be honest, both of the interviews I participated in as a subject were not very detailed. I think they were more conversational. However, I was very happy to have the opportunity to talk to young people who seemed to be around twenty years younger than me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm satisfied. I'm happy. I'm grateful to them. Let's go...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I will conclude this article with a thought from the world-famous comedian \"Larry King\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Once, a rival critic asked a critic, “Of all the critics you have ever heard of, who did you enjoy the most?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Non-celebrities\" \"Why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Celebrities answer questions in a way that doesn't compromise their \"identity.\" Non-celebrities answer questions based on their feelings.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Ye Moe and others don't know. I think they will like me if I say \"Larry King\". (Be patient.) I am not a celebrity and I don't need to think about any identity, so I answer as I feel like it. All I can offer to the reader is \"honesty\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyaw Win 7. 1. 2004. So, the Cold War was also involved in this movement. When it came to preventing a world war, this movement itself became not free from Cold War ideology disputes. As far as I remember, the first split was at the peace conference in Stockholm, Sweden. Two ideas split within the peace movement. The line close to Russia put forward disarmament. The line close to China put forward national liberation movements. Here, I need to talk a little about the background ideas. There are two types of disarmament. One is the proposal for general disarmament to eliminate all nuclear weapons. But the countries that already possess nuclear weapons did not accept this proposal. They already had nine. At the beginning\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe United States alone owned it. Then the Soviets also owned it. So they didn't accept it either. They didn't want to destroy what they already had. They didn't want others to have it either. So they changed it to disarmament. The other countries that don't have nuclear weapons don't want that either. With such a monopoly on nuclear weapons, there is no guarantee of world peace. So let's do general disarmament. Otherwise, we will have nuclear weapons too, and the argument has become that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, not all countries had gained independence. There were countries that were still fighting for independence. For example, in Vietnam, the south was independent, but the mother\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097008144533,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_952943aa-89c2-420a-a358-d5321e9b5b96.jpg?v=1730271576"},{"product_id":"ကျော်ဝင်း-အာရပ်ကမ္ဘာသို့-မိန့်ခွန်း","title":"Kyaw Win - Speech to the Arab World","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAssalamu Alaikum (peace be upon you)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(Salamalay Kun)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSpeech by US President Barack Obama at Cairo University, Egypt, June 4, 2009, 3:58 PM\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Good evening to you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am deeply honored to be here in Cairo, the eternal city that will never die. I am even more honored to be the guest of two great and historic institutions. My friends, your Al-Azhar University has been a beacon of Islamic learning for over a thousand years. Similarly, your Cairo University has been a haven for the Egyptian people for over a hundred years. In short, these two institutions are symbols of the harmony between tradition and modernity. Is that right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet me first express my special gratitude to you and the entire Egyptian people for their hospitality. At the same time, I would like to express my gratitude to the American people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI would like to express my gratitude and pride for the opportunity to carry with me the good wishes and peace greetings of the Muslim community in our country. With this sense of gratitude and pride, I extend my warm greetings to all my friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Assalamu Alaikum (peace be upon you)\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (Applause)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFriends, it is unfortunate that we meet today at a time of bitter tensions between the United States and Muslims around the world. In fact, these tensions go beyond current policy debates and are deeply rooted in historical forces. Over the centuries, the relationship between Islam and the West has seen beautiful times of peaceful coexistence and harmonious cooperation, as well as ugly times of conflict and religious wars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we look back at recent history, we can see that colonialism and the Cold War have further inflamed existing hatreds. Colonialism denied the rights and opportunities of the Muslim majority. The Cold War dragged Muslim-majority countries into partisan politics, ignoring their own aspirations. Since then, the global changes brought about by modernization and globalization have led Muslims to see the West as a hostile force to traditional Islamic values.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIndeed, history is a constant roller coaster of events. Sadly, violent extremists have historically used the sparks of hatred to stoke the flames of hatred among a small but powerful minority of Muslims. The September 11, 2001 attacks by these violent extremists, and the subsequent killings of innocent civilians, have led some countries to develop a distorted view of a great religion. Some have mistakenly believed that Islam is hostile not only to America and the West, but to all of humanity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll of these developments can only fuel greater fear and greater mistrust. If we continue to define our relationship in terms of our differences, we will be giving power to our enemies. Our enemies are those who are more interested in sowing hatred than peace. Those who are more interested in fighting than in cooperating. Only by working together can we help achieve justice and prosperity for all. We can end the cycle of injustice that benefits no one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy friends and comrades, I come to this great gathering to begin a new relationship between the United States and Muslims around the world. This new relationship must be based on mutual respect and mutual benefit. America and Islam are not separate. Nor are they enemies. They must be based on the truth that we are brothers and sisters, standing together on the same principles of justice, progress, tolerance of different ideas, and human dignity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI recognize that change cannot happen overnight. I am confident that all of you will consider what I have said today. But the roots of mistrust that have been entrenched for many years cannot be uprooted by a single speech. Nor can the historical problems that have led to the current situation we face be resolved in one evening.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, I do believe that if we are to move forward from this situation, we must speak openly and honestly. We cannot hide behind closed doors like we used to. We must reveal everything that is in our hearts. At the same time, we must listen to each other, respect each other, learn from each other, and strive to find common ground. As the Holy Quran says, we must always speak the truth with our heads bowed to Allah.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(Applause)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe issue I will strive to address today is this command of the Holy Quran. Let me speak the truth with the utmost honesty and sincerity. While humbly accepting the task before us, let me state my conviction firmly. The interests we share as brothers and sisters are infinitely more powerful than the forces that drive us apart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat said, this belief is partly rooted in my life experience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am a Christian. But my father comes from a Kenyan family. Many of our ancestors were Muslim. I spent many years of my childhood in Indonesia. 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There are many interesting and exciting things in Myanmar history and world history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHistory contains examples of people and actions that can be imitated, as well as lessons to be learned. We see good kings like Anawrahta and Kyansittha, who took action for the country and the people, and we also see bad kings like Salem who oppressed the people. We see venerable missionaries like Shin Ara Han, and we also see lessons to be learned and condemned from those who destroyed the religion like Tho Han Bwa and De Brito (aka Nga Zin Ka).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn history, just as we can see the good sons of Rajakumara, we can also see the wicked sons like King Narathu who, in their greed for wealth and power, even killed their father, who are worthy of condemnation and a lesson to be learned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust as we find those who are loyal to their masters, we also find those who are disloyal, who do not consider the merits of their service, but only look out for their own interests. In addition, we find warlords who instigate civil wars, such as the kings and emperors who are content with war, and we also find monks who work for the peace of the country, such as the Pinyasagyas and the Shindisapamokkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe also had a chance to experience the words, advice, and teachings of wise people like King Wan Zin, Minister Dein, Maha Ying Kyaw, and Raja Thingyan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I still remember a saying by Dr. Than Tun, \"You can't study history if you don't pass.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was young, I would listen to historical stories in my grandmother's lap every night and be delighted. I wrote this book with the desire to help children and young people, like me, to read Myanmar's history as stories and images, and to develop their knowledge and spiritual maturity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book describes the early historical periods in the Burmese calendar, and the Konbaung period in the Christian calendar. (If you want to convert the Burmese calendar to the Christian calendar, you can add (638) to get the Christian calendar.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor students who are interested in Myanmar history and want to read more, a list of readings is also provided at the end of this book. I would also like parents to read it so that they can pass it on to their children. I am confident that if they read this book, they will gain a deeper understanding of Myanmar history and will be able to learn more.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlways respected\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Naing\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e8-9-2015\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbiraja and his two sons\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChildren...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a king named Abhiraj who founded the kingdom of Tagaung in Myanmar. 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I didn't like my uncle's beautiful hair and his hair was flowing. I thought that if I felt a little bit of my uncle's heart beating faster, I would be able to tie my uncle's hair. I had never seen my uncle tie his hair. I wanted to see it. But I never saw it again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my uncle first arrived in our town, his hair was shorter than mine. They thought he was a Shan woman. They were always wondering what was in his bag that he always carried on his shoulder. They were fascinated by his black cotton shirt. He wore a worn-out, soft red and green shirt, and his short, short stature made him look strange. Those who saw him once would not look at him twice, saying that he was beautiful, but they would turn around three or four times, thinking that he was strange.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust like that, when my grandfather arrived, with his hair disheveled and his clothes dirty, he ran down to the beach with joy, not knowing what would happen next.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe day of the wedding, I remember the wind blowing the sand from the beach. The Ayeyarwady River could not flow smoothly down to the lower part as usual. The waves were disturbing. The water was still clear, still white, and if you took a sip of the water from the middle of the river with your hands, it would still be sweet. It immediately became cold and the clouds seemed to thicken, but the late afternoon rain is not good for our city. The rain did not fall on my back in a single drop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile I was still swimming, I heard the name “Athwe” for the first time, which I would one day be called. They said that I was not a good swimmer. They said that I was the son of the king and the daughter of a Shan woman. I could no longer swim well. I no longer floated in the middle of the river and rode the waves with my long-sleeved shirt as usual. This was because Athwe had arrived at Daw Mya Min’s house, which was at the head of our house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy uncle, as is the custom in a small town surrounded by the Kachin Mountains, did not seem to care about the fact that news spread easily and people came to see it. I did not know if my uncle was pretending. My uncle and Daw Mya Min's sister were talking. I also pretended to be interested in the yellow chrysanthemums and looked at my uncle. I was not among those who came to see and then went back. I did not feel like going back, but I felt a kind of sadness in my heart. Daw Mya Min's house was standing in the corner, kicking a guava tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI noticed the wide-eyed look in my uncle's eyes. I didn't like the way he sat so stiffly. I thought the silver buttons on his black shirt and the silver cup and bear's tooth hanging from his chain were ugly. At that time, I didn't see my uncle's infamous bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Mya Min's younger sister didn't raise her face much in front of her uncle. She bowed her head and kissed him. She heard him call her \"Mama, Kaley.\" Her uncle didn't speak much with great restraint, but whatever he said was surprisingly soft and pleasant, and his tone was so calm that he felt at ease.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLove is not the beginning, uncle. After breakfast, I spent the whole day wandering around with my four-legged friend and came back from swimming in the evening. When I think back now, the 19-year-old boy who was not even two years old, still believes that he is the only one who is obsessed with his uncle's image, and if not with his soulmate, then he is the same. It is true that he did not know how to pronounce the word love at that time. However, his fingers were trembling. He did not know that he would soon cry, but he wanted to cry. Even among the chrysanthemum trees, it was the same until the sun set and the rain fell. Now, thinking back, it could be said that this was the beginning. However... uncle. After seeing uncle, I could not say that I loved him immediately, and I did not think that others would understand his beauty. I thought that I loved him before I had seen him or heard him before. In the same way, even after my death, I think my love for my uncle will remain in a strange way. Sometimes, I think that a great force called love, which lives on earth and reaches beyond the clouds, comes into my body and creates a beautiful figure called “uncle.” Therefore, I am somewhat satisfied when I can say that my uncle is my own, the person I have been close to since the beginning of my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf only I could have known in advance everything that would happen from then to now, I would have held your hand and run away at once. As I was saying this, I wanted to hit my jaw with my fist. I had always said that. It was too late, it was too late. In fact, it had been half a cycle since I started saying this, but it was only today that I really became late. Even if it was yesterday, it was not too late. There are many things in the world that are impossible, but there are also many things that are possible. However, I want you to forgive me. Forgive me. I know that I am the one who will have to apologize.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, my uncle is either forgiving or not hurtful, or he smiles when he doesn't want to. I can never say which. My uncle makes me feel sad, that's all I know.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097121128597,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d6768420-4bc0-4ece-a593-34bbc673da24.jpg?v=1730271605"},{"product_id":"ကြည်အေး-နွံအညစ်ဝယ်","title":"Kyi Aye - Buy dirty clothes","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBuy dirty clothes\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If it was true that the world was a big world of sex...\" Than Kyi thought. Men and women of all sizes and classes were in the world of sex, but they were all the same, just like Japanese dolls. Oh... Since they had to become people in the world of sex, they had to eat 00 rice,\" Than Kyi thought, and he was shocked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi stared at himself in the mirror again. The long, full-length mirror showed a dark-skinned woman with a pale complexion. Than Kyi rarely looked at his own face. The reason was that his face was not pretty. His round face had no beautiful features, no nose, mouth, eyes, or eyebrows. Unfortunately, everything was fine. Than Kyi's body was very slender and slender... It was not elegant, but I don't know if it was because of his appearance or his attitude, but it was painful. He wore a short, organdy dress that showed off his skin tone, with a bodice that was tied at the waist. The dress was tight, and when he pulled the button, it was lined with stripes. But he wanted to leave one button undone, so the chest was curved like a half-moon. Than Kyi's beauty was just that. She had large, rough hands and feet. Her fingers were wrinkled and short. Her nails were pointed and pointed. Her toes were very dark, covered with calluses, and spread out. They were not clean, but... Than Kyi didn't care about these things.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi did not value beauty. She had only one moral principle. Than Kyi was just a woman who slept with all kinds of men. If she had a body, it would be great. Than Kyi could not get enough of the body that fed her. After lying down all day, she stretched out her tattered shirt. She adjusted her red and yellow flowered, limari longyi and wore her traditional bodhi bati. Only because her waist was small did she not fall. Then Than Kyi started combing her hair. Outside, the rain was pouring. Listening to the rain was boring. There was nothing special in life, only the same things. She didn’t want to watch movies or plays much. Money was also expensive. She had to save up the hard-earned money. Only then could she live peacefully. After finishing her head, Than Kyi was drowsy. It was a blessing to be drowsy and sleepy. I came here with a little bit of a feeling of sadness. Talking about the neighbors, about cooking dinner tonight, and about going to the Kyinchi festival at the Sule Pagoda Festival tomorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi looked at the front door. It was quiet. The doors were open. There were four men in the front door. The oldest man was a clerk named Ko Tin Hla, who was about thirty years old. He called himself a young man and was a very arrogant man. However, he was very arrogant. Than Kyi smiled and did not smile back. Even when he drank, he drank too much. The girls he was with were young and spoke English well. However, Than Kyi thought that if he did not get the chance, he would still have to face him. He would never get revenge. The Rakhine, who seemed a little younger than Ko Hla Tin, was a cold-blooded man. Was his name San Htun Hla Kyaw, Kyaw Htun Hla San, San Hla Tun Kyaw? He was always the same, he could not remember. Than Kyi compared the old man to a big piece of wood. Although he was a peaceful old man, he was a young man, Than Kyi, who was known as the real one, knew. Than Kyi didn't care about him, and didn't do anything to him. He didn't even know what he did. He was about the same age, with dark skin. The small, thin, and hunched man was Aung Khin, a college student who was close to Than Kyi. Than Kyi was surprised by Aung Khin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe doesn't go to school regularly, the exams are very difficult, and if he passes, he hardly passes. He doesn't take care of his clothes, he wears a long-sleeved shirt, but he doesn't know what to wear, his head is round, and his face is like a little girl with no hands, but if you look closely, you can see that he is a stubborn and stupid child with wrinkles on the corners of his lips, dark eyes, and forehead. Aung Khin is now happy with money. He doesn't treat Than Kyi like a job. He gives him fifteen kyats for free. But when he doesn't have money because of the penny, Than Kyi counts it as a debt. Aung Khin doesn't seem to mind anything, he knocks on the door if he wants. If he doesn't want to, he makes a big face and acts sullenly. Anyway, Aung Khin is a great man, may he live long. The other one is Maung Maung, a violinist. Maung Maung is a man who has left his wife and children behind and is stranded in Yangon. Maung Maung Maung was born with restless fingers. His fingers, when they were not playing with the strings of a violin, would play the cards. When he woke up, he would play. He would lie on his back on his bed, which was next to the front window, and count the cards. Ko Maung Maung was a handsome man. He would just look at Than Kyi with his captivating eyes. And then he would do nothing. His blood would run cold. He would just stare at her with his captivating eyes and just stare. Than Kyi tried. But he never knocked on the door. He only met them through Aung Khin. Than Kyi thought they were all much higher than him and was not very brave. However, once in a while... he saw the shades of the opposite sex, men, in them, which was encouraging. She saw that they wanted her, a real woman. Even the Rakhine had a bad time. Ko Maung Maung also felt warm. They just have their own little doors that they believe in. Than Kyi was surprised by Aung Khin. Then, according to her truth, the world is a big box of sex,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh.. I'll have to cook some rice...\" Than Kyi groaned and moved away from the mirror. When he got to the kitchen, he could smell the morning's dishes. He wondered if there would be any dishes when Lin Taw Maung returned. He was also saving money for shopping, so Than Kyi prepared to make a small bowl of sauce.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, I had to chop the chili, chop the onion, and chop the dried shrimp. I was about to finish everything and cook, but there was no oil. There was only one thing. Ko Maung was a very spendthrift. He had to find a way to make money. How he spent it... was not a good question for Than Kyi. If he asked, they would have had a fight. Now, without saying a word, they had finished eating. Than Kyi just said. The reason for the opium that Htmi had eaten was because of the house over there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe story of the two girlfriends going on a date at Aung Thwe Daw Mya's house, and what they saw when they peeked through the wall with a torch. Mya Maung said, \"Yes...Yes,\" and after finishing his meal, he bit into the pieces of bread in his shirt pocket. \"Mya Maung,\" Than Kyi called out as he cleared the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey,\" he replied. \"You know, in the morning?\" Than Kyi asked. \"Yes,\" he replied. \"That girl over there is a white girl... Do you know the girl who was walking around the street wearing a layer of a silk shirt without a bodice?\" Ko Mya Maung pretended not to hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's what happened when he got into a rickshaw and locked himself in his house with the door closed. The rickshaw driver came up and asked for money, but he couldn't find it anywhere. When I asked for kyat, he pointed at me with a sharp look... Ah...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Than Kyi and \"Kongma Phyu Phyu\" are rivals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're welcome,\" Ko Mya Maung interrupted after a while. \"Oh... what... unfair?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Have you ever done it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't do it without money.\" In Than Kyi's eight-story apartment building, there was a staircase at the back, one at each end, and a long fence around it. Each door was entered from the back. Whoever wanted to enter either door had to go up the stairs on the other side or the stairs on the other side. After going up the stairs, they disappeared as soon as they entered the door they wanted to enter. The rickshaw driver came up the stairs, but he didn't know which door to enter and ask for money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now... people from the other side of the street are coming to our street and going up the stairs on this side and down the stairs on that side. They're just doing this. Even if we want to take a rickshaw, we can't. If they tell us which way to go, they won't follow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd so the night passed. When it was dark, Than Kyi lit twenty-five candles with a blue flame. Their little room was a dark forest. The atmosphere of the night was mysterious and mysterious. Than Kyi was happy and content. He took a short cigarette from the rat trap and lit it. The noise of the night market from the street outside was deafening. Than Kyi felt like going out. He mingled with the people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wanted to walk. His eyes were wide and sharp. \"Let's walk,\" \"I want to sleep...\" he said. Ko Mya Maung went to bed. \"It's not even nine o'clock yet.\" Than Kyi was far from the front window. The lights in Ko Hla Tin's house were very bright. They were making more noise than usual. Ko Maung Maung was also busy and joining in the conversation. The Rakhine was quiet, and Than Kyi, with his good eyes, saw the expressions on all the men's faces. \"Where is Ko Aung Khin's child...?\" Than Kyi's curiosity arose and he wanted to know what was going on. They were not arguing as usual. They were not fighting. Oh.. Ko Hla Tin's tone\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI heard it. Than Kyi looked at Ko Mya Maung. The husband was lying face down on the bed, motionless. He had a cigarette in his hand, not yet lit. \"I'm going to go to the front door. I don't know what happened. I don't know if Ko Aung Khin or not was stabbed,\" he said, and went down the back stairs. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome of the lower floors of the barracks were closed, only the shoemaker's shop and the two printing houses were still working with the lights on. Than Kyi arrived in a short time, breaking through the shadows and lights of the night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they found an excuse for Ko Aung Khin to come to the house, they dared to come. Than Kyi, with all her intelligence, made a face like a face and asked, \"What are you doing...?\" She was not laughing, but was trying to be funny. Ko Hla Tin said nothing... He looked at Than Kyi with a disgusted expression, forgetting to show his displeasure. Ko Maung Maung stood there rubbing his palms together. The Rakhine man said hesitantly, \"I'm not doing anything. The little guy is drunk.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi was worried and said, \"Oh... Ko Aung Khin, you're so stupid.\" He stepped forward. The little boy was indeed dizzy, and vomit was dripping from his mouth onto his chest. He moaned and shouted, \"I'm drunk...I'm drunk.\" The cars were also very noisy. But Ko Aung Khin was okay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe boy looked even younger than Aung Khin. Aw... he was just a child. His mother would be so surprised if she saw him... Than Kyi was shocked. It was a sight that was familiar to her, but she had never seen him so young and innocent. \"You son of a bitch,\" Ko Hla Tin scolded. \"Well... I'll go get his things,\" said the Rakhine chief. Ko Maung patted the boy's head and called, \"Hey, Win Maung, Win Maung.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi didn't know anything, but he was ready to help. \"Win Maung Lay,\" he said in his mind. He loved the beautiful, delicate face of a young girl. Win Maung Lay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, a person appeared in front of the house. It was Than Kyi. He was standing at the front window. Win Maung didn't pay attention to her. He thought he would smile if their eyes met. Than Kyi was a little calmer. He was also dirty. Seeing Win Maung's innocent, childlike face, he felt guilty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe investigated everything she could about Win Maung, and she was drawn to Ko Aung Khin. But he didn't want to say anything, \"Don't be jealous of the boy.\" She said, \"I'm sorry.\" Than Kyi felt sick inside. Even with all the pain in his heart, he was still interested in the boy. He also spoke to his wife in a quiet voice. \"Ko Mya Maung, where is that boy from... He looks like a rich man's son, he doesn't take off his clothes.\" Ko Mya Maung rolled his eyes. Than Kyi trembled slightly. \"This boy will be ruined if he gets involved with those guys,\" he worried.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe boy used to go out with Aung Khin. Than Kyi was not happy anymore. She looked for an opportunity. So one day she met him. \"Come to our house, if you are bored in the afternoon, I will be with Aung Khin,\" she said. Than Kyi's voice was cracking. And his face was half dark and half smiling. Win Maung first frowned. Then he smiled and asked, \"Are you Than Kyi?\" Than Kyi nodded slowly. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. \"I don't like to go out.\" After fourteen or fifteen days, Than Kyi couldn't stand it anymore and had to go to Wan Maung's house. If he couldn't see Wan Maung close, he would be unable to stay. It was difficult. Than Kyi went to the market as planned in the morning.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097133973653,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_91424a06-6ff1-497f-a82b-a059938a7010.jpg?v=1730271616"},{"product_id":"ကြည်အေး-မောင့်နှမ-မြနန္ဒာ","title":"Kyi Aye - My sister Myananda","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHey... the house I need has arrived.\"\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Daw Yu Yu Khin said. U Than Tint nodded as if he was used to it, and then shuffled the 13 cards in his hand again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is he here? Is he?\" Ko Tin Maung asked in a slightly shaky voice. Then he shuffled the cards, placed them on the table, and lit a cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Hla Oo, who hadn't been down all day, shook his head but smiled and said in a calm voice, \"I'm just looking up, I can't see the road.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Khin Aye Yi said, “Are you expecting the Joker? Are you expecting the child who just arrived? Are you expecting Shwe Bo, your mother-in-law’s daughter who will arrive… Huh?” and laughed out loud, as he always did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Lin, who was thinking clearly, let out a sigh, his eyes filled with laziness and dullness, and he silently chanted, \"My sister, My sister, My sister, My sister,\" without making a sound, but only moving his lips, inwardly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMyananda's half-timbered car passed under the elephant's gate and stopped in a shady alley. I heard the door click open and close again. I heard the sound of high-heeled shoes and Myananda's voice again. I opened the front door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe one who opened the door, Tin Kyi, who had been born all his life, would have responded to the greeting of Pya Pya Thalay, Myananda said. Tin Kyi is also a woman who dresses beautifully, like a pin-taing style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking at the elegant boy, he didn't eat a lot of rice. I don't know if he would like it even if he was a woman. Even if I saw the person I had fed him all my life, he had never been so happy. Daw Yu Yu Khin knew that his face had immediately become older than before. To make his face clear, she changed her mind to a new and improved version. In fact, the doctor, Myananda, would fill their house with his version.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was hard to find a crowd on Sunday. If the Chinese brother who usually comes doesn’t come, the game will be canceled. Their brother went to Thanlyin that day. The two young men rode a horse and went to Thanlyin to find Shin Muay Noon. Daw Yu Yu Khin’s face really brightened up and her old age decreased a little. It was good. Ko Hla Oo’s friend Ko Tin Maung, who came from Mandalay, came to the house. He said that he hadn’t played for more than twenty years, that he was a painter, and that Myananda was very famous, so he came to the poker circle to see it. It was a shame. Just like men. But what is Myananda better than everyone else?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Yu Yu Khin remembered seeing Myananda for the first time about twenty years ago. Back then, Daw Yu Yu Khin wasn’t like this 170-pound body. Not with her dyed red hair. Really. Yu Yu Khin and I had also been in the middle of men with white hair. Everyone had admired Yu Khin’s small, rose-shaped lips. Her large, well-developed breasts were still suppressed by her tight bodice. She must have been about the same age as Myananda. However, Myananda was in her final year of her BA, and she had entered university as a freshman. At that time, failing the tenth grade several times was not as common as it is today, but Yu Khin failed three times. And she had never passed any exam. She had no interest in reading. She had no student spirit. She had only the spirit of a commoner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMyananda has been famous since school. As a daughter of a king, she must have been more famous than she should have been. How beautiful she was. Oh... she was beautiful. She was a Rakhine woman, with dark skin and a fair complexion. Her lips were not as small as Yu Khin's. Overall, I can't deny that she was as beautiful as a rose that had just bloomed this morning. But she didn't live with the Burmese elegance and sensuality that Yu Khin and other schoolgirls did. She was famous for dancing with her husband, wasn't she?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough she was not close to the famous Myananda in the past, Daw Yu Yu Khin now sits on the same level as U Than Tint, the wife of the forest official.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they met again, Myananda realized that she had never seen Yu Yu Khin in school. “Oh--- Yu came to school a lot late. Myananda and I were seniors back then. Yu was still able to play with her hair braided on both sides without losing her childish spirit,” she said, still pretending to be young. If possible, she wanted to say, “Yu went to college before she was old enough.” But she was a little shy of her husband. And it would be difficult if someone named Ko Hla Oo supported her. She had also shared a room with Dr. Khin Aye Yi for about a month, and Khin Aye Yi would laugh openly and openly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe once said in a group chat that Myananda was not as tall as Khin Aye Yi. (While they were waiting for Nu, the people were all talking about how beautiful Myananda was. The handsome Ko Hla Oo, the Chinese-styled young brothers, the fantasy writer Lin Htin, and even the people at home were praising Himawat.) Then Khin Aye Yi, the bodybuilder, joined in and everyone laughed. How beautiful is Myananda?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMyananda is a girl who has only one thing to offer herself, from dawn to dusk. That's all she has to be. Myananda is quite thin. She weighs only 130 pounds. She is 5 feet, 4 inches tall, which is quite tall for a Burmese. She is graceful and graceful, but I think she is beautiful when she is white and has a small waist. Myananda's hair is also curly. Her eyes and eyebrows are dark. Her nose is also sharp. She is called Rakhine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut her jewelry is flying, sir. In addition to sapphires, rubies, pearls, diamonds, and gold coins, it is unusual to tie them together on a chain bracelet. She also wears silver mixed with amethyst and wears it as a single piece. She is a very beautiful woman. She can afford it, and she has only two children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Yu Yu Khin stiffened, straightened her face, and greeted her with a smile, \"Ha.. Madam Myananda Kyaw, you and I have been waiting for a long time.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook. The way she entered the room was like falling leaves. Like a princess floating in the air. It was amazing how she entered so casually with such high heels. Even in this day and age, she still wears Chanel perfume. Her husband often goes abroad. But her husband has dressed up Myananda like a doll and kept her in the living room. What a dream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Yu Yu Khin had a stern face and a firm chest. At home, Ko Tint was the only one who could hold Ko Tint. She had to pay her five kyats to get her to stay. How could she? How could she treat Yu Yu Khin like Myananda? Myananda's husband was number 2-3-4, and there were many unexpected people. And that singer, Ho Hama, had been staying at the house for six months.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Myalong Khi is so beautiful,\" he continued. He no longer felt any sadness, but rather felt pity for Myananda. He thought about his life without children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He forgot that he had nothing to be happy about. He also felt a little embarrassed to call Myananda beautiful. He remembered that earlier, he didn't even want to call her by her name, but just called her a house of cards.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A beautiful person wears it, and it's beautiful. If you wear a diamond, you have to be beautiful in everything, right?\" Dr. Khin Aye said, turning to Dr.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Khin Aye Yi saw Myananda wandering in without seeming to hear him. The artist Ko Tin Maung, leaning on the cards that were lying on his back, puffed on his cigarette, and looked at Myananda in astonishment through the smoke. “Hla-ret pa pae,” did he want to say? And he wanted to say something else. What, what did he want to say? Myananda was the doctor’s Madam Jo, or the aunt of a 16-year-old college student. And what else was there to say? Ko Hla Oo just looked at her with the same lustful expression that he always had when he saw a woman. What did a man like Ko Hla Oo have to lust after in Myananda? He thought nothing of it. Myananda’s breasts were only half the size of Yu Yu Khin’s, who had never breastfed, and now weighed over 170 pounds. Lin Htin, as everyone knows, has been obsessed with Myananda all his life. Whenever he sees Myananda, he dreams of her. Look. The lazy look he had earlier is gone. His eyes are beautiful. He is still really obsessed with Myananda. He is still able to do things that are addictive. He is smiling and smiling. He has not said a word to me yet, Ko Tint... Ko Tint, her husband suddenly got up from his chair, looked at Myananda with a smile, and then, as if he did not dare to look at her, he put down his eyes and arranged the 13 new cards.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now... Ko Tint, get up. Since Myananda hasn't arrived yet, I'll ask her to come to my house. Let's see if my wife and I have two jokers,\" Daw Yu Yu Khin said cheerfully. However, no one suddenly moved on the matter of the card game.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Khin Aye Yi turned to Daw Yu Yu Khin after a moment and said quietly, \"I don't know why he's so weak from all the medicine he's taking. Will he never grow old?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Look at the way you're wearing the white and pink shell. With the pearl necklace, I'm going to try wearing it like that too. I don't know how it will turn out. Haha... haha... haha,\" he laughed out loud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daw Yu Yu Khin threw her card down on the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... as soon as Myananda came in, we forgot about the food and the dishes. Oh... the painter also laid out a whole deck of cards face down, so how can we play around?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Okay, Ko Tint, get out...get out. It's really painful to play with two houses. You come here. Pull up a chair over there. Then don't look at me sideways and criticize me for my big belly and white double chin,\" he said, \"Now... let Ko Ko Ngan's Myananda sit down. Can't this doctor control his own man anymore?\" he said loudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook. The four young men got up in a huff. The Queen was coming in. Even my own people were still pretending. Men only dream of superficial things. (Do you think Myananda would cook good food for a man like me? Her pink nails are so afraid that they will fade. And she has sent her son to college, and her little daughter is being raised by a nanny. She drives around in a car. They are just looking after the little princess who is being raised. The artist is pushing her into a chair. The writer is lighting a cigarette. Myananda is smoking a cigarette. If Myananda nods her head, she will all get up. No one will even look back. She is just a bad person. She is so controlling that she does not dare to resist.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut Myananda, who is dressed up and drives around in a car, is worth nothing other than beauty. She is seen at parties. She and her husband are inseparable. They come and go together and never return together. There are also foreigners around Myananda. She is accompanied by her cousin, a Rakhine Englishman. We look suspicious. The boy is also a slave who is forced to plow. Where is the boy now?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Yu Yu Khin had to cut off that thought as her face turned pale and she was afraid again. She couldn't suppress her dislike for Myananda, who was so excited that she thought she would be the one to fall in front of him. She was also angry with the men, and the husband next to her patted U Than Tint's back and said, \"Now.. are you all ready? It's time for us to start playing the game.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Khin Aye Yi, who laughed out loud, didn't know what kind of woman she was, who spent time in the maternity hospital and left her husband to be a writer, and who was obsessed with Myananda, turned to look at her, grabbed her by the shoulder, and said, \"It's because of her merit, Yu,\" and laughed out loud. Even Daw Yu Yu Khin laughed out loud, squeezing her tightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMyananda is a truly virtuous girl, thought Dr. Khin Aye Yi. A woman is either beautiful or intelligent or just a piece of cake. Roughly speaking, Myananda is a beautiful woman, Dr. Khin Aye Yi is a wise woman, and Yu Yu Khin is just a piece of cake. Dr. Khin Aye Yi thought of that idea as a good joke and laughed out loud. He could find something funny in anything, which was also a kind of virtue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is nothing to dislike about Myananda. Myananda's beauty is rare and flawless. It is a beauty that is delightful, satisfying, and desirable. Something about Myananda's inner self also hides behind her beauty, making her captivating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGood. Is that secret sadness, righteousness, or honesty, or something? Khin Aye Yi doesn't know. He didn't get to know her intimately. Because of that secret, her skin is not just beautiful, but the older she gets, the more mature and graceful she becomes. The brighter her color becomes. I think Myananda will still be beautiful even if her hair is white. She is almost forty now. She has a look that makes those who look at her not remember her age. )| One thing I want to say about good merit is that Myananda is very rich and wealthy. She earned her BA with the creation of money. She traveled to England, America, Europe, and Japan. She is fluent in English, French, and German. She is also a high-class dinner host. Her husband, a doctor, is the sparkling sapphire in Myananda's crown. Life has given Myananda many good opportunities.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Khin Aye Yi was not like that. He did not want to change places with Myananda. Khin Aye Yi also had a lot of knowledge. Who had qualified as a doctor at the age of 23? At the age of 27, he became a great obstetrician-gynecologist. In addition to his hospital work, he had learned German and French, and was as proficient as Myananda, and he had even read medical books. When Myananda played the piano with her long, thin, sharp pink nails, Dr. Khin Aye Yi was completely naked. He did not wear a ring or a watch. His hands, which were red from washing them with soap and hot water for five minutes, and his hands, which were covered in gloves and sterilized in the hospital, opened the pregnant woman’s stomach and delivered the baby. He removed the cancerous uterus. His entire body was covered, so only two sets of eyes were visible, but those eyes were shining with enthusiasm. I thought Khin Aye Yee didn't want to play the piano, so she didn't play. His hands were magical and he could do everything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is nothing to dislike about Myananda.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, he really liked Myananda. Khin Aye Yi liked Myananda's calm, calm, and elegant style that could not be affected by the jealousy of women. As I said, Myananda's beauty on the outside was not yet explored by Khin Aye Yi (I will explore it one day when I have free time). It was her unique inner beauty that made her proud. Don't call her arrogant. Khin Aye Yi wanted to be Myananda if not Khin Aye Yi.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is one thing. Khin Aye Yi is a little too strong. Is it because she slept so much in the hospital, and she slept more, or did she eat more? I don’t know if it’s because she was swimming and walking when she was young. Or maybe she’s just like her happy grandfather. Dr. Khin Aye Yi, who laughs easily, is very strong and handsome. She still walks around Inya every morning. When she goes out with her husband Lin Htin, she looks like her big sister. She is often asked questions. Her friends joke about her. She is actually five months older than Lin Htin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLin Htin and I were forced to marry without anyone's consent. Lin was a writer with a BA, and he had inherited his parents' inheritance, so he had no job and was living comfortably. He was a man who didn't work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe days we got married to Lin were so funny. Haha... Haha, I was so sleepless after my night shift at the hospital, my eyes were watering and I had to quickly put on some bright clothes and drive my Austin to find Lin. Lin was still renting a small room full of cigarette butts. I asked Lin to take a shower and he wouldn't take a shower. When I asked him to change his shirt, he just kept on walking. He put on a Bangkok robe and ran to the office. His friends Ko Tin Maung Kyi and Ko Nyunt Shwe were waiting for me at the office. My friend Dr. Myo Khin was waiting for me. Dr. Kyi Nwe Oo was also waiting for me at the office. I was a little shy and said I was five months younger, so in the marriage contract, we became the same age as Lin. That night, when I cleaned Lin's table, he wrote a poem called \"My Sister Myananda\" and it was a big pile of poems. At first (I'm ashamed) I couldn't help but cry with jealousy. I hit him and tore up the poems. I didn't tear them up one by one, teacher. Then I picked up a few words and read them, and I thought they were really good poems, and I had to keep them. Then I wanted to laugh at myself and thought, \"Have you ever experienced this?\" I laughed out loud. How could I?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFive years later, Kyi Nwe Oo and Ko Myo Khin got married in a grand ceremony in Stryn.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That's where I first saw Myananda.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough Myananda was famous, Khin Aye Yi didn't care about being famous in college. On the one hand, he himself had won a gold medal and was famous in his studies, so he had to memorize constantly. 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Daw Phyu Win was very religious, and since she was sick and old, she thought she might die suddenly. She moved the bed near the pagoda, hoping that if she died, she would die upright. She was a woman, so she was content with that. If she were a man, she would even go into the pagoda's room and sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Win's nephew, Khin Khin Soe's cousin, U Ka, spread ashes from the stove on the back patio and killed a cat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was following the cat's tracks with a magnifying glass. He was not a detective. He was a freelance detective who was determined to prove his ability to shake the Myanmar detective corps, not only in his hands but also in his feet. He not only studied detective skills day and night, but also once drew a portrait of the person he loved in his dream so that he would remember him when he next dreamed. The person who kept all his detective skills - later - was the cook, Daw Nu.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the courtyard to the left of the house, a sandbag was hanging from a guava branch, and a thin man in a shirtless shirt and shorts was running around, aiming the bag straight at the bamboo pole. It was impressive to see him suddenly. But he was not a paratrooper. He had never seen a parachute before. He had been hiding for seven days, saying that the Japanese had attacked him. During the revolution, Ho Yao\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThaung joined the army, and after the revolution, he did not do any work, but said that if necessary, he would fight against the enemy of the Union. + + He practiced military skills alone, so he fell out with his father and came to live with his father's friend, U Thein Maung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thein Maung was not only a kind-hearted old man but also easy to believe, so he was content to show off his left and right arms to his brother-in-law Maung Mya Oo, who had announced that he could catch and track down thieves like this, and to Soe Han, a revolutionary who was strong and capable of withstanding the attacks of those who had returned with swords.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, no one in their household knows about the man who desperately wants something from their mansion and is trying to find a way to get it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat person was Kyaw San, a university student living across the street. Kyaw San's parents were wealthy and worried that their only son would be ruined if he was sent to boarding school, so they bought him a house and a motorbike in Mau Kone, thinking that he would be stuck in the city and unable to study. Kyaw San was bored of living alone, so he invited his dear friend Ba Maung to live with him. They ate, drank, and went out together. Kyaw San's student, Hla Khaing, who had been with Kyaw San since he was a child, was responsible for the food for the two of them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyaw San sighed as he moved a chair to the window and sat on the window frame, resting his hands on the window sill.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before his eyes lay U Thein Maung's large yard, fenced with iron bars about a man high. 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In fact, the poet is also a painter, and after sensing a vast void, without boundaries, that some Surrealist painters imagine, I thought that maybe he composed the above poem as a song because he could not find anything after searching for things and money. About 30 years ago, things and money were abundant, just like now. All you need to do is find friends. (Poets and artists, however, have low IQs in making money, and I often hear them complaining about their lack of money.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI never thought that money was scarce, nor that things were scarce. I had no money, only that things were scarce. Some people like to moan like pigeons, saying, “Things are so expensive.” The truth is, it’s not that they’re expensive, it’s that they don’t have enough money, and they can’t keep up with the price of things. When a friend of mine called out, “Goat meat is scarce,” I took him by the hand to a farm just a few steps away from my house and said, “Look, my friend, where is the goat meat scarce?” In that large, well-built yard, there were many fat, well-fed goats and sheep in many safe, sheltered cages.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn our world, where the earth remains as it is and people are growing by the second, the most abundant things are not diamonds, gold, silver, rubies. It is not electronic devices that we use. As the saying goes, “Knowledge is a pot of gold, no one steals it”... Nor are books that contain knowledge. Although the body is protected by nutrition, according to the Dharma, shouldn’t the food that constantly supports and surrounds our physical bodies, which are made of matter, be the most abundant, abundant, and abundant in this world? Isn’t this the most important and most important factor for such abundance? ... We are fortunate to have been born in a part of the earth where food and water are abundant. We have vast “granaries” covering many miles. Our countless rivers, streams, lakes, and ponds once harbored billions of shrimp, crabs, fish, turtles, and crabs. Our vast forests and mountains also provide us with a variety of crops, from fruits and vegetables to honey, bee pollen, deer, gazelles, deer, ibex, deer, elk, and elk. If you are not picky about food, you can eat not only snakes, frogs, and toads, but also cow dung beetles, and black and white ants from the city. We also have countless varieties of delicious dishes, cooked in different ways. Delta cuisine, We eat a variety of foods, such as local dishes, mountain dishes, and seafood dishes, and we are satisfied with the food we eat. The sayings like “bathing in oil, burning with incense sticks, and looking like a mountain of rice” refer to our nutritional wealth. Poets and writers have written about the abundance of food even in the lower classes since ancient times. (If you want to know more, please read the poems of the Minister of the Interior and the poems of the Grand Master.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNowadays, we are allowed to eat not only our own food, our own traditional food, but also foreign food. We are not only enjoying international tea and coffee, but also international bread, cakes, pastries, cookies, and donuts. For breakfast, we no longer use sticky rice and fried pumpkin as before, but we eat “super coffee milk” and “wan(na)da” bread in a European style breakfast style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy friend Kobuyo said, \"Come on, \"Let's go and have a cup of super kueh kaok at Xay Se Link.\" He invited me. At first, I didn't understand. I didn't know what \"kueh kaok\" or \"twe kaok\" meant. Then... \"kueh kaok\" was a Burmese restaurant called Excellent, and 'twe kaok' was an English wheat flour tea similar to the Burmese bread pudding called Qulcer Gats. \"Thank you, I've been eating fried rice and dried fish at home and drinking black tea, so I'm feeling full. I politely declined, saying I'll come later. \"Kue kaok is the wheat porridge we get for free at school once a week since we were elementary school students,\" he said, not telling his friend \"Ko Bu Yo.\" Then, after To Bu Yo left, I, who was hungry, walked slowly to \"Oh Kae Bain Moe\" at the top of the road to Daw Buma's shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't dislike Western food. If I like it and get addicted to it, I'm afraid that a \"bitch\" like me will find it difficult to eat and drink, and I'll end up in a dead end. I'm \"despising\" Western food as much as I can. In other words, I appreciate and respect all food. The \"little fried rice\" on the street also calls the big black man named Ksina \"my friend.\" \"Dorin Fernandez\" (6) (Drect Ternandez), a world-renowned food historian and food critic in the Philippines, who has written seven books on food, said, \"Food is always history. Moreover, food is a part of its culture, traditions, and customs. \"It is also a manifestation of human uniqueness.\" The same teacher said in an interview with the New York Times last year that Thailand is the only country in Southeast Asia that has a court cuisine. Teacher Fernandez is very wrong. Didn't King Narathiwat of Bagan, who ruled with three hundred bowls of food, rule the country?\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097157730453,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f2d65b58-25bf-4ef4-98db-fa28d4e16f5a.jpg?v=1730271681"},{"product_id":"ကြေးမုံဦးသောင်း-ဗမာ့ခေတ်မှကြေးမုံသို့","title":"Kyaw Mon U Thaung - From the Burmese Era to Kyaw Mon","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntroduction by Kyamon U Thaung\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(Written by Nyo Mya.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Bala and I, also known as Ko Thaung, were classmates at the Burmese-era Towara School and the Insein Towara School, so we could be called classmates. Just like at university, I was an older student and Ko Thaung was a younger, younger brother, but we were classmates as graduates of those Towara schools.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was selected to be sent to Kabul in the pre-war era as the first journalism scholar in Burma. When I arrived in Kabul, World War II broke out, and I was sent to London, where I was to attend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe college was closed indefinitely due to the war. So the government searched for other journalism schools and found a suitable university in Chicago, USA.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Of the more than 2,000 universities in the United States, about 200 offer journalism courses. Of these,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1) Columbia University in New York City,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(2) Northwestern University in Chicago\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (3) Missouri State University\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe government sent me to Chicago, where I graduated with a master's degree in journalism from Northwestern University two years later. You may be wondering why I'm so self-absorbed in my introduction to your book. But I'll just say, read on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust as the university I was supposed to attend closed when I arrived in London in 1940, in 1942, when I returned home with a degree in journalism, Burma fell under the Japanese occupation, and the doors of my home were closed to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was stranded in the United States, working in universities and government departments. The Americans were kind. I said, “I’ve been living with you for a long time, I’m getting bored. I miss my village. So please send me somewhere closer to Burma.” I was sent to the American military base in Assam as an information officer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust as the monk U Thein Pe Myint in India collaborated with the British to publish the “Le Nat Thar” newsletter, I collaborated with the Americans to produce the “Ling Yon” newsletter. Both Le Nat Thar and Ling Yon were golden leaflets dropped by Allied planes during the Japanese era. We did as much as we could for those of us who were on the side of the Western Allies during the war.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe war ended in a terrible way because of the atomic bomb. I returned to Rangoon with the Americans and soon after resigned from my job and went to live with Ko Thaung during the Burmese period.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI arrived at the Tory School. The monthly salary in the Burmese era was over 300 kyats, which was quite different from the 1600 kyats I was paid when I worked with the Americans. However, at that time, the Burmese press world was not able to afford that much.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh. Besides, the responsibility and dignity of a scholar are not related to money. As a journalist, you have to make good use of your life. Just like the high tide, there must always be ups and downs with your country, your people, and your people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Ohn Khin was not a well-known person in the Burmese era, but he was a humble man. He worked hard to rise through the ranks in both education and business, and was able to establish a successful business, achieving the feat of \"making one tree a tree, and ten thousand birds happy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU San Ni of Perot, U Nyunt of Hanthawaddy, U Nyi Pu, and other Burmese brothers and sisters are also great entrepreneurs and meritorious people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Ohn Khin is a good businessman. He is skilled in governance, knows how to negotiate and make a lot of money, and does not mean that he is a man who can make a lot of money. He is not greedy for those profits, but is willing to sacrifice everything when faced with an emergency. He receives various news and writes various criticisms in the press, so he can face various problems with the public and the government. During the Burmese era, U Ohn Khin was always a good businessman when faced with an emergency.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen establishing a newspaper, there is always an editorial department and an administrative department, and I think the administrative department is more important. No matter how good the editors are, if there is chaos in the administrative department, it cannot last long. If the administrative department is skilled, it can last long by making the editors poor and changing the appointments. U Ohn Khin, after establishing a good foundation in the administrative department, sought out good editors and himself pursued literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you study the history of Burmese newspapers, you will notice that the Myanma Alin newspaper and the Hanthawaddy (Rangoon) newspaper had a system that focused on the administrative side. Newspapers in foreign countries also generally follow this method.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, if you study the Thuriya Newspaper, you will find something different. When the political leaders led by Bagyi Baba started the Thuriya Newspaper, these people were already full of wisdom and had a lot of experience in management. Since the businessman was also a scholar, it grew rapidly under the leadership of versatile masters like Bagyi Baba. Journalists who are as versatile as Bagyi Baba in both editorial and administrative aspects are rare.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the Burmese Times, businessman U Ohn Khin sought out various editors and eventually met Aung Bala, known as Ko Thaung. It was a good fit for both of them. Ko Thaung, although young, had the same talent as his older brother, and was able to handle both editorial and administrative duties with ease.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was a journalist by training. I graduated from abroad. But I was only interested in the editorial department and did not want any administrative responsibilities. I did not know how to handle money. I did not want to look at the statistics. I thought that the numbers and petty problems related to business were only thorny issues for the thinker, the writer. That is why the Burmese era\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter I started my own newspaper, Owai, after singing at Toray Monastery, it languished for a long time without any progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Bala, also known as Ko Thaung, was not yet a man of great ability, and even in the Burmese era, he was a man of great strength after four or five years. However, he was like his grandfather (a two-pronged contract), and from the day he founded Kyay Mon Newspaper, he rose to prominence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sky is already falling. Kyaw Mon, during Ko Thaung's reign and after it was nationalized, never seemed to lose its popularity in its own way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, as a journalist who has returned from exile, I must say that you don't need to go to exile to become a successful journalist. Bo Wazira, Bagyi Baba, and Ko Thaung are all educated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are no apprentices. Interest in all aspects of the business and study are the main required skills.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is a shame for me, even though I am a journalist, that I am not as good as the above-mentioned scoundrels. However, I have good friends because I have similar scoundrels. The late Pandit U Maung Gyi is also\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGood, Your Majesty, they were only interested in publishing. They were editors who were very averse to administrative nonsense like numbers and statistics. That\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of this, those great men never experienced the wealth of businessmen and went to live in camps. The way they were able to contribute to the country is an encouragement to us, the \"literate\" people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (3)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Thaung published the Kyay Mon newspaper, imitating the “Daily Mirror,” the largest newspaper in England. He copied everything from the layout, proportions, layout, editorials, and irony. That is why it became a clean and tidy newspaper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, there is one thing I don't like about Ko Thaung's Kyay Mon newspaper: its bias.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As people grew up in this era, they followed the leftist fashion and became a newspaper that was full of white and red flags. It emphasized news from the Golden Left group.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mirror used to do things like tailing, distorting, completely blacking out, and throwing the news from the Western right-wing group into the trash.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs a newspaper, you can prioritize the ideology you like. However, you should not hide or hide the world news and knowledge that is necessary for your country's situation throughout the era, but present it truthfully. \"Our Myanmar has never studied world knowledge in detail, neither in the feudal era nor in the colonial era. Even in the darkness of the rulers,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe were in a state of confusion. When we gained independence, it was time for us to study the world situation objectively. Without studying this, it was impossible to develop. Japan has reached this advanced level since the Meiji era (a hundred years ago) when the whole Japanese nation tried to study world affairs. Russia's similar efforts did not begin until Lenin's time. They began when Peter himself traveled around Europe in the (17th) century. England has accepted and cultivated various scholars who were expelled from foreign countries throughout its history and cultivated them. The United States has also developed into a country where all kinds of knowledge of all nations flourished.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBurma, along with the newly independent Asian and African countries, adopted a policy of neutrality because it wanted to maintain friendly relations with all countries, whether left, right, east or west, and to gain complete knowledge from both sides. In such a situation, should the newspapers mislead the newly independent and neutral public towards either the left or the right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, Kyay Mon Newspaper, as the newspaper with the largest circulation during Ko Thaung's reign, played a role in the left, which led to the Burmese people being left-wing. It should be noted that the more circulation a newspaper has, the greater its responsibility.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen newspapers were nationalized, I heard that Ko Thaung's Kyay Mon was the largest and most profitable in Burma and was very profitable to the government. It was a great satisfaction for Ko Thaung to have created a large and prosperous business in this life and entrusted it to the people's government. He was not one of the \"rice-barrel\" people, so his life clearly had meaning.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097160745109,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1e869f47-91ed-45cd-8509-2cbd82751540.jpg?v=1730271686"},{"product_id":"ကြေးမုံဦးသောင်း-ဘီလူးတို့ရွာ","title":"Kyamon U Thaung - The Village of the Giants","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntroduction\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMilitary tactics and news production\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“See Colonel Sein Lwin, Minister of Home Affairs and Religious Affairs. He will be waiting for you at (9) o’clock,” Tin Maung’s superior, the Minister of Information, called. Colonel Sein Lwin was the person Tin Maung most wanted to see. Why would he want to see him?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the deputy director of the Ministry of Information, Tin Maung was responsible for all news matters, so he was often called upon by ministers and party leaders to order news outlets to be shut down and to issue news announcements. However, Colonel Sein Lwin never called him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAccording to his position and duties, he interacted with the leaders of the Myanmar Socialist Program Party and government members. They met and became close at meetings and receptions. Colonel Sein Lwin was not among those close to him. I myself avoided meeting him face to face. Because I had met him once. Once I met him, I cherished him for the rest of my life and never wanted to see him again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a dark day, with heavy rain. I can’t forget August 14, 1950, to be exact. At that time, Tin Maung was just a 24-year-old journalist. He was covering the civil war that had been raging for two years. That morning, the Ministry of Information invited reporters and announced a special news item. It was announced that the leader of the Karen National Union, General Saw Ba U Gyi of the Karen National Defense Force, had been killed in a battle. Saw Ba U Gyi, known as the “Billap Pagoda,” was a prominent Burmese political figure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was a leader. He was in politics during the Japanese era and worked to reconcile the Karen and Burmese people. When the British returned, he became a minister in the government and advisor to the governor. When Burma was about to gain independence, he went to England to demand the independence of the Karen state. When the British did not give in, he negotiated with U Aung Sa and U Nu and tried to obtain a state for the Karen people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe led the Karen National League to discuss the rights of the Karen people and when the issue was not resolved, he took up arms. He is said to have died near Mawlamyine, which is now 70 miles from Yangon. He invited 10 journalists to Mawlamyine to cover the news of the fallen rebel leader, and Tin Maung was allowed to take a photo with him. On the plane, the military officers continued to explain the news. It is said that a former British major was also killed along with the Karen leader.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen reporters investigated, they found the rebels and their companions alive. They were told that they had surrendered and were shot dead. “They were planning to send them to the nearest military base, but they ran away. They could not save their lives,” he said. Reporters are not allowed to write the truth. They should write “dead” as the government has announced.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the reporter arrived at the airport, they were taken to Mawlamyine Hospital. The body had just arrived. The fallen leader was laid out on the morgue. His clothes were so soaked with blood and mud that it was impossible to recognize his original color. He was dragged across the water from the flooded fields by ropes. Only when he reached the village of Shagyi could he be carried by cart. The body had been dead for two days and was already rotting. It was a sad sight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSaw Ba U Gyi, a minister in the Governor’s Consultative Cabinet, had become very close to reporters during his time as a leader in the Karen-Burmese unity talks. Tin Maung had taken many photographs of him, tall, with a thick beard and neatly dressed in a rich European suit. He was a handsome man, so he was a regular at taking photographs with Prime Minister U Nu. But now, Tin Maung could not even take a good picture of Saw Ba U Gyi’s decrepit body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter showing the fallen man, they arranged for the winner to take a picture. Captain Sein Lwin, who had just been promoted, was seen with a glass of wine in his hand. (Everyone was treated to a drink for the victory celebration.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was still a young man, but he was beginning to grow old. He seemed a little older than Tin Maung. (Two years older) His body was taller and stronger, and his hair was dark. The victor's clothes were no different from those of the vanquished. They were dirty. They were covered in blood and mud. Only two bright gold stars shone on his shoulders. His face was dirty. His strong jaw and thick eyebrows were fierce. His eyes showed cruelty and lack of mercy. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Tin Maung took a picture using a Speed ​​Graphie camera, he was able to look at his face up close through the powerful camera lens. He looked for a long time. When he saw such detail, Tin Maung's heart knew. He saw with a clear mind that he was no ordinary man, but a hideous and terrifying creature. Days, months, and years passed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was said that the fearsome Captain Sein Lwin had stars on his shoulders, one by one. Tin Maung had risen to the rank of publisher and editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper in Burma. Then, one day, he would meet the inhuman eyes again. It was amazing. It was amazing that they only met for a blink of an eye.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was July 7, 1962. 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He then peacefully passed away, obeying the king's wishes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSimilarly, during the time of the great leader's death, his daughter Khin Sandar Win Devi read out the accounts of the millions of baht that the family had stolen from the country's treasury, including foreign currency accounts deposited in foreign banks, accounts of gems that had not yet been sold abroad, accounts of counterfeit FEC dollars in the house, and accounts of Myanmar kyats that were stored in an entire room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Ne Win, who was so confused that his daughter had given him opium to cover up his pain, obeyed her daughter’s list of jewels and gold and prayed, “May the peace and blessings of God be upon you, may the peace and blessings of God be upon you.” At that moment, when the medicine suddenly wore off, there was not a single trace of emptiness in all of U Ne Win’s 32 koththas, and the always-shrouded energy of greed rose up. He saw the figures of the stolen goods that his daughter had read. The flames of anger that had been hidden suddenly flared up, and he shouted in a deep voice, “Give me my things.. Give them into my hands...” In that “moment,” he went to heaven.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDespite having millions of dollars in wealth, the general was left empty-handed, without a single penny in his pocket, and he died burning with a great fire of greed and anger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two autographs of U Ne Win, who had left the world with a heavy heart, arrived at the office of Mr. St. Peter, the registrar of the state of Nay Pyi Taw. The autograph of the bad deeds was as thick as nine cartloads, while the autograph of the good deeds was as thin as a gold coin. Mr. St. Peter did not even read the autographs, but wrote a note and signed it, saying, \"No action is required.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The file arrived at the King. He didn’t waste time reading it, he pulled U Ne Win’s ear and took him straight to the eighth floor of hell – the lowest floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he arrived at the office, he said, \"I have a lot of friends. There are many senior military officers who have come to my dormitory since the BIA era. I am having a great time with my friends.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My people... it's not just our soldiers who are going to hell. The FSLA socialists who rob, take bribes, and the socialists who kill to get votes are also coming.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd there are many leftists. After the massacre of the people, who were singing the song “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, don’t be angry,” and killing each other one by one, Thakin Than Htun, who arrived immediately, was sitting in a big pot of hot oil. Oh, Thakin Soe, you know, he’s in hell. I don’t know if Soe Gyi ate raw chickpeas in his life, but he could swim in hot oil like a swimming pool. He would rather be separated from his Red Flag disciples who worshipped him than suffer in hell.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Ne Win, hearing the words of Yama Min, was deeply moved by his own life. In life, he often called the military officers “our people” because they were separated from the civilians. He only loved the military officers. However, he became angry and asked, “The ones who were left behind, Ma Ae Yo... Ma Ma Yo... the dog NPA, are the monks and the Buddhas close to them? If they come, will they send them to Tawatim?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, hey, hey, I’ve heard this kind of voice before. I remember it, I remember it. I remember hearing the angry voice of a bird that shouted, “If the Tatmadaw attacks, I will strike back with sword and spear.” The voice was so loud. The anger of the people at that time was so strong that even the radios shook. I feel sorry for the people who had their ears cut off. Why do you love the Tatmadaw so much back then, and now you are so angry with the Tatmadaw that you left behind?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Yama pressed a button on the computer on the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Your disciples will come too, it won’t be long. Here is a list of the generals who have been registered to come to Awi Si. Than Shwe, Maung Aye, Khin Nyunt, Soe Win, and Thura Shwe Mann. I will ask you about the conversation. The generals named Thura come often. Is Thura a rich man who takes everything he can get?” he asked. U Nay Win did not answer. He frowned, squinted, and looked back at King Yama.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe king smiled and pressed the computer button again. \"I see, I see.\" The corner of his eye said, \"The day I left the position of chairman, it was true that the army was firing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're a big shot, aren't you?\" he said. \"Are you a big shot who shoots civilians? Oh my God, if your big shot accidentally falls out, I'll be torn to pieces. You're a dangerous, dangerous guy, you'll be far away.\" He said, \"Well, Awi Si is really hot, I can't take you with me. I can't go wrong. I'll go, Tatta Goodbye,\" and then he kicked him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe lowest level of hell, the Awisi Hell, was always burning with hot flames. When U Ne Win arrived, the fire became even more intense as huge flames rose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the land of the living, U Ne Win's remains were cremated in the Yewe Cemetery and the remaining ashes were scattered in the Zala River.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHere, the story of the great general of life was considered to have come to an end. It was not over yet, there was still more to be done.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The plot continues as General Ne Win's ashes are scattered in the river, leaving behind a clump of ashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, in the small monastery of Aung Taw Mu Zedit in Aung Bayan Village, Bago Township (the monastery is small. It has air conditioning.) The monk, the great monk Aung Htut Khaung, who was using the news, was in a daze because he had not slept all night the previous night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJohnny Wall had been drinking Black Label whiskey from the gift that General Khin Nyunt had given him and had been drunk all night. The sun, the planet of the sun, was shining brightly, and his eyes were blinded. He immediately took out the three books of the Sama-Ya-Vedin and the Atapana Vedain (written by the first monk Thein), looked at them, and calculated the 12 zodiac signs on the stone tablets. The old man trembled. He immediately grabbed the cell phone and went to his house on May Kha Street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, daughter Win?” “Is that you, Father?” “What’s the matter?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Did the float completely remove my grandfather's ashes?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I washed them all away as per the father’s orders.” “Not a single flower or a speck of dust was left?” “Not a single one was left. Is there a special reason?” “If you want to know, come quickly, my daughter.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll leave immediately by car, I'll be there in an hour.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter hanging up the phone, the old man dialed General Khin Nyunt's special phone number, which he had been given to call only.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “You have orders, Grandpa… I am your servant.” “Are your grandfather’s ashes still there? Let’s investigate.” “What should I do, Grandpa?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"This is how it is, I have a vision. If you eat the ashes of your grandfather, you will be able to benefit as much as you can.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, yes, I will investigate myself. The priest said, 'Don't tell anyone about this prophecy. It's a top secret. I'll go and report it now.'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Top bike,” said Bo Taw, and Bo Khin Nyunt got out of the house and drove away. They had a secret phone call, and the “highest intelligence” detective agency, which was more advanced than them, had tapped his phone and recorded the audio. As soon as the phone call was hung up, Field Marshal Senior General Than Shwe and Senior General Maung Aye also learned about the “power” of the “potentially king.” At this point, the SPDC leadership began to stir.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is true that nothing is impossible in the world. A handful of ashes remained. The ashes of the departed Awi Si San not only remained in Yangon, but a small amount of dust even reached Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Those who have received the blue moon believe in the prophecy of the father. They eat it. Some are bitter and sour.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey lick it like salt. Some people can't stand the taste so they eat it by burying it in a banana.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Nay Win's ashes also show extraordinary power.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe story of Ne Win's ashes being eaten by a group of Burmese leaders and a Burmese-American (a prominent leader of Burmese democracy) is fascinating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLucky for you readers. Because Bodaw Aung Htut Khaung was once a journalist. He was a disciple of Aung Bala. He was a very wealthy man who was very wealthy from the time of Masala.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Htut Khaung was very powerful. He had direct telephone lines to the SPDC leaders, as well as direct telephone lines to the United States. He could also send telephone messages and short messages to his Assyrian correspondent Aung Bala, who was in Florida, claiming to be a teacher and to receive alms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEwan... Thus, readers now have the great privilege of reading and understanding the powerful story of the blue ball left behind by U Ne Win.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are many Myanmar immigrants in America. The latest arrival to the Myanmar immigrant world is Ba Thein Win.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was a very good cyclist. A Burmese proverb says, “A wheel that is too much should be borrowed.” Even Ba Thein Win, who was too much, had to borrow from time to time. However, Ba Thein Win, who was more than an average cyclist, rode even more, and by riding even more, he was able to shake off the dirt that had accumulated in him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe has a talent for spreading gossip to others and causing trouble. He is called \"the big fan of the top.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we were to prove that Ba Thein Win was a man of means... He was the son of a top military commander who had risen to the rank of major general during the Masala era. He and his four sisters' names ended with \"Win\" in honor of General Ne Win, whom their father, the colonel, called \"Father.\" He was close to his father, who had often visited his father's house during his childhood.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097164316821,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_abe66932-a9d0-42e8-bda9-5eef6a601ec2.jpg?v=1730271698"},{"product_id":"ကိုတာ-တွေးသူများ","title":"Kota - Thinkers","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBy chance, I had the opportunity to read these and other books. Then I learned about different ideas. It is the nature of this world that views, values, and attitudes change. But I don’t know if they don’t change naturally. I have also heard that people change only after death. Some change, but some don’t. Some people’s views are different from others. As in the poem by my favorite brother, “Some are thin, some are fat, some are thin, some are thin, some are dark, some are dark, some are white, some are red, some are blue.” I know that differences are the Dhamma. Therefore, when I read (or share) the books I read, there will be people who like them or who don’t like them, who agree with them or who disagree with them. I just want to tell you what I read, and I hope that you will think about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI admit that these are just the views of the person looking through the window. I don't know what I mean, I'm not a specialist in depth, in-depth, or in-depth. However, I thought it would be good to tell you what I know. I will also mention the names of the books I have cited so that those who want to know more can read them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany of us are interested in politics, religion, history, literature, etc. Therefore, some of the names I have presented may be well-known elsewhere, but they will remain unknown in Golden Myanmar. Golden Myanmar is lagging behind. Like many, I am also annoyed by lagging behind. The topics I am writing about were discussed at a teahouse in one of the courtyards of the Hmong Village Hospital a few years ago. One of my teachers advised me to cultivate a healthy mind and a heart that is easy to understand. One of my younger teachers criticized me and said, “Brother... were you born in the wrong place, were you born in the wrong time?” Tin Maung Than said, “They will be interested in ideology. We have to do this. We will not say that we have not reached our goal or that we have not reached it yet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you ask what the future is, you can answer that it is something that has invaded the present.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Break the air, come here.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The carpenter is a carpenter, the carver is a carver.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe way the future approaches, steps, and enters the present is something you can't even stand still. Toffler also uses the analogy of a wave. It's similar to an earthquake. It's not like a hurricane. It shakes like an earthquake. A hurricane shakes only the surface, an earthquake shakes the very foundation. What do we do? Even if we know what we should know, it's better to compare it with what we don't know. Therefore, I will introduce the ideas and concepts of great thinkers such as Toffler, Drucker, Charles Handyman, Andrew Grove, and Covey. I will try to continue to present them. If you criticize that your window is too narrow, I can only say that my view is this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe title of this book is “Thinkers.” Tin Maung Than suggested that it would be better to call it “People Who Don’t Run.” It seems that the wise think, and think, and think, and think, and think, and think. In fact, wise people are those who influence people through their thoughts. Howard Gardner called those who can influence people’s thoughts, actions, and feelings while sitting in their own rooms “indirect leaders.” Alexander, Napoleon, Lincoln, Churchill, and others are “direct leaders.” Einstein, who was alone in a small room at Princeton University searching for the nature of matter, should be included in the list of indirect leaders.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe people mentioned in this book are real people. In my opinion, their thoughts are illuminated by words. Are some dim, some not, dim or bright, nothing to do with me? Whether it is relevant to me or not, bright or dim, is up to the reader to decide.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43097179816085,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_a2adefe0-b996-40cf-ad9e-dbdac964b1e8.jpg?v=1730271719"},{"product_id":"ခင်ခင်ထူး-ပန်းစည်းကြိုး","title":"Khin Khin Htoo - Flower Arrangement","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOrder\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBagan Bookstore arranged to publish all the magazine novels I had written in one volume. The first collection of magazine novels was titled “Kyasit Daw Magazine Novels.” It was also published. This time, it was published as a second collection of magazine novels, and I titled the book “Panthag Daw” Magazine Novels.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe name \"flower headband\" is no longer familiar to girls these days. Headbands and hair bands will no longer find a place in the hair of most Burmese girls. Hair bands, hair clips, hair clips, hair clips, and hair clips made with modern technology are not only stylish and colorful, but also come in a variety of shapes and sizes, such as rhinestones and ribbons. The use of \"flower headbands\" is no longer necessary. When we were young, we used to wear colored headbands. Usually, there were pink ones.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as the morning dawned, my mother would brush my hair with a bamboo comb, apply coconut oil, and massage my hair and scalp until it was cool. Then, I remember her combing my hair and playing badminton with a flower garland. I said, “No. In every village, every district, every country, girls were wearing big pink flower garlands. The flower garland and the flower garland were once the hairstyles of young girls. There was no one who did not touch the silk blouse and the turban.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You can't live with a big head of hair. For girls, your glory lies in your hair. For boys, it lies in your arms. You shouldn't let your hair hang down too long. Ghosts and evil spirits can be very dangerous. A short hair tie will make your face look small. A short hair tie will make you look beautiful.\" -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI also remember my mother saying something like, \"When my little girl's hair grew long, I got a bunch of flower garlands, like a baby doll, and a bunch of flower garlands.\" The flower garlands were made of a type of thread and were often bright pink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLater, ribbons, lace, and woolen cords became popular. Flower string was no longer readily available, and there was no need to worry. Even a single piece of cloth cut from a sewing machine was needed to tie it together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My dears, tie a garland of flowers to the cradle of the child. If you give me a bunch of eggs, don’t forget the garland. Two boiled eggs, a handful of cotton, a handful of rice, a handful of silver, a large garland of flowers, and pickles will be given to me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen a child is born in a village, the mother inspects the cradle. When she finds a wooden cradle without a flower string, a rope cradle, or a wooden cradle, the child starts to scold her. She also sings the song of the goddess of the forest with a trembling voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little flower is beautiful. The hair of the mother is beautiful... The old lady is beautiful - The old lady is beautiful, the golden cradle is beautiful, the silver cradle is beautiful, the golden basket\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe word \"ນິນການການ\" means a flower garland. If you go to the market (my yard), there are many people who buy a flower garland from the shop. 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I would also like to express my gratitude to the editors of various magazines who published these stories, the artists who illustrated them, the people who helped me complete the book, and my dear readers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLoosely braided hair - braids and braids to keep it in place\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Khin Khin Htoo\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098195853461,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_93247682-9026-4bab-b09b-477a180c6c1e.jpg?v=1730271810"},{"product_id":"ခင်ခင်ထူး-မင်္ဂလာလှည်း","title":"Khin Khin Htoo - Wedding Cart","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Wedding cart \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day, Ko Chit Toe woke up early. Ko Chit Toe usually didn’t want to wake up at eight in the morning. He had to set a timer at night so that he could wake up at six. Ko Chit Toe’s wife didn’t approve of what Ko Chit Toe was doing. It wasn’t her business. It wasn’t her job. She didn’t like what the elders wanted her to do. Ko Chit Toe and Ko Kyaw Than lived in the same neighborhood and were businessmen, so it was only natural that they would be friends. Maung Hlaing, who was going to ask for a wife, had nothing to do with Ko Chit Toe. Maung Kyaing was a student of Ko Kyaw Than, the owner of the iron smelting plant. He was a young man who came from another village to work. Ko Kyaw Than had promised to ask for a wife for his student, so he would take Ko Chit Toe with him, so he had to get up. Ko Chit Toe’s wife, Ma Khaing, didn’t approve of this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's not my business, it's not my business. I have to buy things at the store, and I don't care about the monastery, but I'm one step ahead of everyone else.\" That day, Ko Chit Toe woke up early in the morning. Ko Chit Toe usually didn't want to wake up at eight in the morning. He gave me a clock in the evening so that I could wake up at six. Ko Chit Toe's wife didn't approve of what Ko Chit Toe was doing these days. It's not my business. It's not my job. She doesn't like what the elders want to do. Ko Chit Toe and Ko Kyaw Than live in the same neighborhood, and they are also business friends, so it's true that they are friends. Maung Kyaing, who is now asking for a wife, has nothing to do with Ko Chit Toe. Maung Kyaing is a disciple of Ko Kyaw Than, the owner of the iron smelting plant. He is a young man who comes to work from another village. Ko Kyaw Than is asking for a wife for his disciple, so he calls Ko Chit Toe and promises to go with him. Ko Chit Toe's wife, Ma Khaing Wa, did not believe this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's not my business, it's not my business. I have to buy things at the store, and I don't care about the monastery issue, but I'm one step ahead of others.\" \"Huh... Mi Khaing, it's his business, so it's my business. I'm asking you to be an adult in the matter of the Myint, so why not call Ko Kyaw Than?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm looking for the spear-tip dragonfly, but I'm still wondering what it's like to say something.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know how to say wedding vows, so I'll just say \"Dana\".\" \"It doesn't matter... Oh, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Chit Toe is the owner of a big store. As much as he is rich, he has a social and religious mind, so he suddenly becomes the treasurer. This matter is not a treasurer, but a social one. I will follow him. Ko Chit Toe also did not know that Ko Kyaw Than's disciple who said he would take a wife was just talking. Since he was like Ko Kyaw Than, Maung Kyaw Ma Thi thought that it was not a problem. And Maung Kyaing came to Mandalay to work and eat, but he asked for a lover who had a family and a father, so Ko Chit Toe believed that those who could afford it would be good to surround themselves with them, and surrounding them would bring merit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Wait... Maung Kyaing, where is the place where you are going to ask for a wife?\" \"I'm just talking about the back of the Wicca, what village?\" \"What do the girl's parents do?\" \"What do they do?\" \"When will the wedding be held?\" \"When... I don't know.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Chit Toe doesn't answer all women's questions with a straight answer. He says, \"Here and there... that and there.\" The woman is not sure. If she doesn't know, she will go with him, so she gets up early, takes a bath, applies powder, sprinkles perfume, puts on a clean, white shirt, and wears a green silk scarf. She puts on green velvet slippers, drinks a hot cup of coffee made by a girl from the shop, and waits in front of the house for the car. At about half past six, the car hasn't arrived yet, but Maung Kyaing arrives. The elders wake her up. The groom-to-be hasn't changed his clothes yet. The man who will be the groom is very diligent, so the wife-to-be is worried. Once, Ma Khaing asked Maung Kyaing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Wait... Are you a disciple of Ko Kyaw Than, Maung Kyaing?\" \"Yes, sister, I told the elders to get ready.\" \"I want... the person who will ask for a wife is not ready yet. Our house is preparing alms before the crows wake up. Wait, where is your village?\" \"It's a small village... in the west of Sagaing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSagaing is not far from Mandalay, so I'm sure Ko Chit Toe will return early, so I won't ask him any further. It's someone else's wedding, so it's not a good idea to talk about it. But I winked at Ko Chit Toe. Maung Kyaing went back, and half an hour later, Ko Kyaw Than's car arrived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany adults also came on the back of the pickup truck. The groom, Maung Kyaing, Maung Kyaw’s teacher, Ko Kyaw Than, Maung Kyaw’s close relative, Daw Ngwe, Ko Kyaw Win, and the Chinese man, Ko Wein. The rest, like Ko Chit Toe, were U Kyaw Dun, the former school principal, who had come with Ko Kyaw Than, and U No Tin, a fat man. There were not many people. Maung Kyaing and his aunt, Daw Ngwe, were put in the back of the truck, and Ko Chit Toe climbed onto the back of the truck on the long sword. Since they were all dignified and respectable adults, Ko Chit Toe greeted his wife with a respectful, respectful, and hard-working expression.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Come on, come on.. Ko Chit Toe, the party won't be a success without you... come on.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy wife knew what he was talking about, and sat down among the people with a big smile. The fat man U No Tin took a seat for three people, so I wondered why Ko Kyaw Than had to get in his car. Ko Kyaw Than said that he was his student and drove his own car. In the front room, when they reached Sagaing Bridge at eight o'clock, they talked to each other and went away, which was fun. The fat man U No Tin started singing in his blue voice, \"Razlanadi .. Irrawaddy .. Zeyar Pyi ... Sagaing Mountain ... All around ... Pagoda pagodas ... bring benefits .. ancestral heritage ...\" Ko Chit Toe even raised his hands. He started to walk towards all the Sagaing Mountain pagodas he could see from afar. The car also had a big bag of betel nut, about the size of a bag of rice, and everyone was eating it, and Maung Kyaing was looking back through the car window. His big mouth was so big that it was almost touching his ears. He was so handsome.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Even if you put a lemon in my mouth, Maung Kyaing, it wouldn't touch my tongue or my mouth, Maung Chit Toe.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe school principal, U Kyaw Dun, spoke up, and Ko Chit Toe supported him. \"This guy's taking a woman lightly, Master, it'll be like throwing a piece of dried fruit in the future.\" \"But where will you go? Brother, the dried fruit will definitely go to hell.\" The Chinese U Bein got in and hugged him, and they were both in a daze.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we arrived in Sagaing, we first found a tire shop to fill up our car. There were so many people that our tires were about to go flat. While we were filling up our car at one point, Ko Kyaw Than asked his student. We had arrived in Sagaing. He asked which road to take to the village we were going to.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Where should I break it?\" \"If you go out from the back of the five-story pagoda, you can get it, sir.\" \"What did you say, sir? Don't you know the village where you will marry the woman?\" \"I have never been there. My girlfriend said that it is in the fields in the heart of Sagaing.\" \"Hey, sir...\" Ko Chit Toe heard that he was a student. Wait, which village would you like to go and find girls from? Where would you like them and where would you plan to beg? Isn't it strange that the groom can't effectively tell the bride's village?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What is the name of the village or the fields?\" \"The name of the village.\" \"You're right, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Chit Toe asked the young men at the shop, but they didn’t know. There are hundreds of villages west of Sagaing, and there must be some. I think I heard a woman picking rice not far away, and the field was deep inside. Ko Chit Toe was happy when he said there was a village. I asked to make sure, and Maung Kyaing said that he would see it if he came out from the west of the Five-storey pagoda. So they got out of the car. When they got out, they saw the road, but the road was in bad condition.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut it was still driving, so we passed two or three villages and when we looked ahead, we couldn't see any villages. We could only see a vast plain that stretched to the horizon. The road didn't disappear. It seemed like we would get there if we continued on the same path. So we gave it to the woman who came out of the market. The market didn't have a big basket. She was also a very good person, so she answered briefly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When the field is big.... that big tree will grow\" The village. There is a road. That big tree will grow, so there is no mistake, Ko Kyaw Than drove along. From the beginning of the road, there was not even a single bit of asphalt. The road was like a shrimp pond, and the soft ground was full of big cracks and holes. Even though it was a cart, it was not even a cart, but Ko Kyaw Than drove along with the car, moving one foot to the other, one foot to the other. The car was like a hammock. It was still swaying and rattling. The people in the car were like putting gooseberries in rice porridge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old schoolmaster, Ko Duduk, was so upset that he shouted. Ko Chit Toe, who was also holding the steering wheel tightly with his hand, was like a bean plant swaying north when the north wind blew, and south when the south wind blew. At one point, there was a big puddle in front of us, a puddle so big that even a big elephant could sleep in it. The driver, Ko Kyaw Than, was looking at the puddle from the center, looking at it from one side to the other. Since he couldn't see anything, he stopped the car and got out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Why, Ko Kyaw Than?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Chit Toe was a thin man, so he jumped out of the car and looked at the road ahead, asking. He didn't even need to answer. Ko Chit Toe saw it. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to cross that big puddle, and it wouldn't be possible if he didn't cross it. The sun was also hot. He had already crossed two or three villages, and the journey was long. And this was a matter of marriage. He had to ask the other parent, the whole family, the father and the mother, and the elders, for permission. It would only happen in time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Maung Kyaing, you are having a heart attack at your wedding.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Chit Toe, who likes Sai Htee Sai songs, said that he was stuck in the heart. Maung Tae also didn't seem to have considered his stomach on his wedding night. Not knowing what to do, he sat down because his stomach was hurting. Maung Kyin Phrut, a woman who came alone, couldn't stand it among the big men, so she went a little further and sat down to urinate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My dear brother, you are so beautiful that you are so beautiful that you are so beautiful.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Chit Toe was beating Maung Kyaing in a way that was supposed to be a joke, but the men who came in the car also stopped the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey went one after the other. Ko Kyaw Than chose the side that would be wide enough for the car to drive on. He chose it, but he didn't want to miss a car on the other side. He figured that it would be enough to pick up the dirt and stones on the side of the road, about one wheel wide. He also told me his idea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you just go around, I think you'll have to dig up the large rocks on the side, about a hundred feet deep. People don't climb up. If you're just a car, the ground won't be low enough.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's how it was, the well-dressed and well-dressed adults had to carry large boulders of earth one by one on the side of the road. The sun was hot, they wore big, thick coats, and silk scarves, but they thought they could carry two and a half boulders each, and they had to carry them several times. The hands were also falling. When they had enough, Ko Kyaw Than started the car and drove off at high speed. The boulders were hard and hard, but the weight of the car made them bend. When the car stopped on a slope, they ran to the side of the car and stood on the slope. While they were still standing, they drove on and hugged the car and left. \"Wow..\" They shouted happily over the sounds of sweat. Since they had crossed the puddle, they could go forward anyway. Crossing the puddle was good, No one knows how far it is from Maung Kyaing's mother-in-law's village. No one knows how many more mud pits there are left. When everyone got into the car, no one could say a word. The fat man, U No Tin, was a big, air-tight pot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Chee... I didn't work so hard when I got married, I got Latin. I was a disciple of Kyaw Than, so I called people \"stupid\" and said \"no\".\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No one can laugh at me for saying that. Even if I say it like that, no one in my house is a person who does not do yoga. I don't even ride a bicycle, and I don't even think about the adults in the neighborhood.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098197262485,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1887ba2b-d6aa-42a4-a193-7bc15cc076f4.jpg?v=1730271814"},{"product_id":"ခင်ခင်ထူး-အညာသူအညာသားကျွန်မာဆွေမျိုးများ","title":"Khin Khin Htoo - My dear friends, my dear relatives","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOrder\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy book is titled ‘My Relatives, My Relatives, and My Relatives’. I wrote about the characters of My Relatives who dance on the stage of the Anya rural culture, which is a symbol of the life of the Burmese, from the perspective of a spectator. Although I am a spectator, I was also a character on that stage with my parents. When I write about the habits of the village, the customs, the lifestyle, the economy, and the social life of the Anya, I only talk about what I see and hear from the children. I do not have the strength to describe the entire great Anya rural culture that I respect, love, and cherish. I also do not dare to say that I have been able to record all the Anaga culture in our village. If I were to write, there is still much to write. If I were to say it in the style of Anya, I would say, “I will not be able to write.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was young, I was ashamed of being a “villager” who grew up in a village and was not ashamed of anything. I used to feel that being a villager meant being inferior, stupid, poor, and uneducated. Now, I am even proud of being a villager. When I started writing, I began to respect and cherish the value and gratitude of the countryside more. I learned that having relatives in the village was an honor. I learned to be more honest and open with my relatives. Especially, I became more attached to the land where my grandparents were born and where they laid their heads. Based on these reasons, I wrote this book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I started writing the book, I didn't think I would include so many characters related to my family. However, as I imagined, it would get too long and boring for the readers, so I had to stop at one point. I also plan to continue writing about the characters of the rural culture in the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI finished the book in about three months. Usually, when I have a little idea and a strong desire to write, a short story becomes a complete novel. I only wrote football articles, which I didn't have much time to write because I was so passionate about it. When I started writing the book, my relatives and characters pulled me in and said, \"Come and try it.\" I had planned to publish my manuscript in Shwe Awtay magazine as a monthly series, but the magazine ended up writing it on the other side, so I compiled it into a book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book can also be said to be my first family book. Every time I visit my relatives in the countryside, I want to give them one last little lotus flower, connecting every strand of my childhood like a lotus flower. If it becomes a little lotus flower blooming in the heart of the reader, I will be very happy and satisfied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are many people to thank for this book. First, I would like to thank the editor-in-chief of Shwe Awtay Magazine, Saya U Win Nyein, and the Shwe family. It is only thanks to the constant support of the author and the Shwe team that I was able to write this book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnother person who gave me encouragement was my university teacher, Daw Win Win May (VEC Education Center), who was also an Asian-American teacher and who, despite her busy schedule, carefully read and criticized all my writings and gave me advice on what was good and bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy biological mother is a person I should be grateful to, and it is because of her kindness that I was able to write this book without any hesitation or effort. Since I was young, my mother would talk about the village and the places in my blood, and even the dances became raw materials for me. When I finished the manuscript, my mother, who had left the monastery despite her poor health, said, “Please give it to me, I will read it.” She read it, criticized it, and gave me all the advice she saw. My mother was the editor who, through words and advice, relentlessly edited, cut, filled, and continued the book. Not only was it about her life, but also because her father and mother came from the rural life of their ancestors, so she was the most suitable editor for my book. After my mother read it, I had to finish it, which took me about a month.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next people I would like to thank are my relatives, who were real and still are, in the book. I grew up with these relatives, sitting and playing, picking beans and peanuts, herding cows and making stones. My gratitude to my relatives for taking care of my childhood is immense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn addition, I would like to express my gratitude to Ma Luth Tin Win, Sayar Nyi Pu Lay, Sayar Nyi Sae Min, Sayar Su Ngam, Sayar U Hla Paing, Luth Kyi Pyay, the computer team, and all the readers who helped me turn my manuscript into a book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Respectfully...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Khin Khin Htoo\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e August 2003\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mandalay\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098198605973,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1dec9b5a-f92d-4f40-8e2e-9201cfc69691.jpg?v=1730271820"},{"product_id":"ခင်ဆွေဦး-စစ်ကိုင်းသမီးဒိုင်ယာရီ","title":"Khin Swe Oo - Sagaing Girl's Diary","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDiary 1\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [ 1 ]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have crossed the Sagaing Bridge or the Innwa Bridge many times. Sometimes it is a misty morning.... Sometimes it is a bright morning.... Sometimes it is a moonlit night. The great Ayeyarwady River flows beneath the bridge, sometimes calmly, sometimes meandering, sometimes rushing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSummer, rain, winter, morning, day, night. Regardless of the three seasons, regardless of the time, it will always stand strong, magnificent and beautiful. My grandparents, my aunts, uncles, uncles, uncles, and all my relatives often cross Sagaing and Shwe Kyet Yek Seikkan by boat or on foot on the bridge. There is no choice of time. It may be day, night, midnight, or dawn. Whether it is selling at the market, trading, or for some other reason. My sister also crosses the bridge when she comes with her parents and relatives.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking up from Sagaing Bridge, you can see the Tagawyar pier, and then cross the railway tracks. There is a small pagoda on a hill. It is a stupa made of lime, so the color of the lime is pale and the color is white. The locals call this pagoda “Tittar Pagoda”. To this day, the Tittar Pagoda still exists, and the sound of the bells can still be heard. I was born in Tagawyar village, below the pagoda hill, so whenever I get a chance to visit Sagaing, I go up to the pagoda hill and pay my respects. If you look up from the Tittar Pagoda hill, you can clearly see the Sagaing Bridge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMore than three years ago, I used to joke about \"Nu Nu Yi (Inwa)\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nunu and I call it \"Inwa Bridge,\" while May Oo and I call it \"Sagaing Bridge.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, I was called \"Inwa Bridge\" when I was little.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"May Oo, I've been calling it 'Sagaing Bridge' since I was little.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e We both laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The teacher, who was at Nu Nu Yi's house, woke up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh, yes, that’s right, Innwa Town on the other side of the bridge, Sagaing Town on the other side.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"So what do you call me, teacher?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I asked him about the size of the book, Maung Thano said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They call me whatever they want to call me\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He answered in a roundabout way.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aren't you from Sagaing too?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'm still trying to figure out how to talk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “The teacher grew up in Mandalay.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nun Nyu said without hesitation.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, it is known as the “Big Inwa Bridge.” We writers and poets often talk about how many times we have crossed the Sagaing Bridge during our poetry readings. Around 1975, Sayar Mya Than Tint, poet Maung Thway Thit, and I used to tell stories about the Sagaing Bridge while traveling to the townships of Kachin State in Upper Burma, such as Moe Kaung, Ping Baw, and Sar Maw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI dare say that I am one of the many writers who have seen the Great Bridge many times. As the great Abhidhamma scholar Dr. Jyot said in the book “Pictures,” written by Saya Dagontaray, “Man wants to show that he is the greatest among men,” when I think about it today, my desire to write about myself gradually diminishes. The longer the time goes by, the less I want to write.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the bridge has a lot to tell about “human history.” The Inwa or Sagaing Bridge and the Ayeyarwady River. If they were alive, they would undoubtedly tell about the human history that was built with blood, sweat, and tears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne thing I remember is that when the Japanese invaded Burma, the Japanese captured the brother of U Saw Myint, the current head of the Mahayathisa, Thakin Thein Tan (called Chit Ti by my father) from a secret organization that was waging a revolution against Japan. Japanese soldiers beat him, brought him to Sagaing Bridge, tied him up with ropes, covered his face with a cloth, made him sit on his knees, cut him with a knife and a whip, and threw him into the river.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wrote about that tragic event in a novel titled \"I'm About to Reach the Shore of Zeyar\" in Zeyar Magazine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Thus, the melancholy eras of history have passed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy siblings and I lived through World War II as children, and we witnessed firsthand how many lives were worthlessly destroyed like tiny insects.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [2]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we crossed the Sagaing Bridge by train 15 years ago as a pilgrimage, Saya Mya Than Tint once said, “If life is a long journey, isn’t our journey also a short one? Life is made up of these short journeys. We should be happy in life. We should also have the desire to make others happy. We should value our own life. If clinging to life and valuing it is for the good of all, isn’t it bad?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI always like the words of Saya Mya Than Tint, “For the good of all.” This is because my father (writer Maha Swe) often said these words. According to my father, we were taught to cultivate this spirit of charity from the time we were young. It is true that we did not fulfill our responsibilities according to our father’s training when we were young. Children who are led by adults are not very intelligent and may even become foolish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, my father had just finished writing ``The Warlord'', ``The Rebel'', ``Our Mother'', ``The House of the Pandit,'' ``The Agent'', ``Saw Ra Thet Sying'', and ``The Story of the Living One''.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I will write about my younger siblings when I am over sixty, from the time they were born and raised to the time they became adults. Everything about our lives will be about young people.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStudent leader Ko Aung Kyaw, Ko Hlaing Oo, who fell into the hands of the fascist Japanese from Hinthada, Ko Nyi Lay, Bo Aung Zeya (who fell in Thaton), Ko Aung Baw (Dawei), Balasa Daw Than Sein, Daw Thin Kyi (professor of the Department of Geography), Malay (who competed with the Japanese captain from Letpandan and wrote the novel 'Malay Tham Pan Hla'.) etc. Balasa Daw Than Sein is the daughter of Master Dagon Shwe Myint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe also knew the plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Write quickly, Uncle. Khin Oo has already started writing short letters since he arrived at college.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We still need time to get diamonds, but we haven't had children yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's it, but I'll write a book series, Part (1), Part (2), Part (1), Part (2), and I'm really looking forward to reading it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This book should be a reference for everyone who reads it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“So even the world will see your book and want to translate it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, it was not customary to translate Burmese books into foreign languages. Even though my father did not live to be 60, he passed away at the age of 53. Ma Ma Sein (Daw Than Sein) had written a long article in the magazine \"Their Sisters\" to satisfy her feelings. My two sisters said, \"We are so ashamed,\" and put the book under the drawer. \"I am ashamed, Ma Ma, and my friends at school are starting to talk about it. We avoid people who talk about it. Ma Ma Sein wrote to us with a positive attitude, as much as she loved our sister, but we were not able to keep our faces. Once, when I wrote an article in the magazine \"Their Sisters\" with the title \"Aye Auto\", she forbade me, saying, \"Ma Ma is going to write the whole story. It's okay, don't write anymore.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore my father passed away\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Children are not ready to preach in public, so they don't go out into the wild. They need to be trained, educated, brave, and well-mannered.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I told my mother. He didn't like the way we avoided each other whenever he invited us to introduce ourselves to guests. My aunt and uncle joked about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mama Ma Kyi, Ma Kyi, the white dog, the wild dog, only went to college, he's very socially awkward.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe speaker was my father's cousin, U Sein Maung (who had written short stories and plays under the name Maung Nyi Swe), and his father, Nan Seng Win Win Myint. Now, when I give lectures, I often say, \"I would be very happy if I had an older brother.\" Since these are things that inevitably happen to me, I really don't want to write about myself, my sister, or my relatives separately.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are many stories I want to write about. For example, in 1942, the black soldiers, Australian soldiers, and the big cars crossing the Inwa Bridge and retreating towards Sagaing, the story of Chiang Kai-shek’s Chinese soldiers who were retreating, looting cows, carts, and household goods and shooting them with guns, the story of the deserters, the trains that were packed to the latrine with packages, goods, and people, the story of the father and son who were forcibly taken away from the horse and walked on foot in the scorching sun, the story of the fight between about 70 carters who were carrying British government supplies and our 14-5 young people from Tagaung, the sound of swords, spears, and yokes. Blood and bloodshed and real human battles. The double-barreled rifle of the Home Guard and the body of our dead father.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI only remember Maung Daung's articles, which he called a peace-loving man who misses the people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The moonlight\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Earth's Song\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The color of peace...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to write about the story of the little dove that passed through the storm of war, about U Lay Hla (Luth U Hla), Sayar Dagon Thara, my father Maha Swe, Sayar U Tin Aung, Sayar Mya Than Tint, and my contemporary writers Kyi Aye, Ma Ma Su (Khin Hnin Yu), Sayar Pho Naing, as well as young writers Moe Moe (Inya), Ma Sandar, Nu Nu Yee (Inwa), Ju, and May Nyein. There are so many things to write about.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMay, 93, Shwe Ruikkhon Magazine\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDiary 2\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo one can deny that Sagaing is a beautiful city despite the devastation of the war. The prominent Sagaing Mountains and the wide Ayeyarwady River are the charms of Sagaing. My father was born in Minzan, a small village not far from Sagaing Lake. I was born in the densely populated Lower Tagaung. The peaceful and quiet Minzan village and the crowded and bustling Tagaung village are very different. In Lower Tagaung, the small huts with thatched roofs and thatched roofs are scattered far and wide, and there are no sturdy wooden houses. It is a place where boatmen and birders gather to eat. The rows of shops have a railway track behind them and a cart path in front of them, so the dust is blown away and they look like white monkeys when they travel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy seven siblings, born to my elder sister (Fa Fa’s biological sister), all have red hair that is covered in dust. The carts and horse-drawn carts are very difficult to drive. Once, my cousin “Aung Htoo” fell in front of the cart and got crushed by the cart, which is why he has a half-faced face today. That brother has now retired as a sergeant major in the Tatmadaw and lives in the Kamaryut Hledan house, driving the cart and eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMinzan is a wealthy neighborhood. There are people who cultivate ancestral land, large farms, courtyards, and agricultural crops, and there are also weavers who make woven cloth and turbans. My grandmother. Some of the aunts set up weaving looms, so almost every woman in the house knows how to weave. When I was young, my aunt taught me how to weave a two-sided reed-like woven cloth, and I used to weave about a yard long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, even before I was born, my grandparents and grandchildren lived in poverty in Lower Tagaung, and even though the upper Tagaung was the same, the living conditions were better. U Saw Myint, the editor of “Ma Hay Thi” and my brother Thakin Thein Tan, also known as Chit Ti (as I wrote), were born in Upper Tagaung. My sister Khin Swe Aye was born in Upper Tagaung. My father moved his house to Upper Tagaung because his wife was an officer’s daughter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father's cousins ​​and uncles often teased me. Is it fair to say that Ma Khin Oo was born in the same place? I used to think that if they called me \"Samson Su\" in the lower part of the country, I would have thought so. Isn't the name Samson Su beautiful? I grew up knowing that Samson Su was a place where monks, boatmen, and the lowest class of people lived. The people were so poor that they didn't wear outerwear in all three seasons. They lived naked and barefoot. They were a truly poor class. They were always befriended by leprosy and conjunctivitis.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhenever I think of my hometown, I always remember a small announcement from the police newspaper where my father was the editor-in-chief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Friend... when you are driving around in the city, think of the poor Burmese people living in small huts in the countryside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [ 2 ]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, my father's ancestors were from the great clans. Since they were from the noble lineage, my uncles and aunts\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Our people are the ones who are blessed with special Buddhas, Khin Khin Oo, the most special Buddha.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I can't answer. People are... \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI always say that. Even my father's pen name was taken to preserve the memory of being born into a noble family. Therefore, Maha Swe is a descendant of a great family. However, when Saya Zeya met with our children at the Shumawa magazine, I was surprised to see that Saya Zeya answered, \"Can't it be the Great Friend? The Great Friend?\" Anyway, my father's father, U Aung Nyein's mother (Maha Swe's grandmother) was the sister of U Chein, the secretary of the boat club. Here, the boat club\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098199163029,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_c2af37a1-0d77-4755-b4db-7503dbf420d0.jpg?v=1745655679"},{"product_id":"ခင်ဆွေဦး-ပျံသာပျံပါ-ငှက်ရွှေဝါ","title":"Khin Swe Oo - Fly, fly, golden bird","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [1]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the wind... spread your wings and fly. Even if it's a breeze, it's okay... As long as you have wings... As long as you have the strength to fly, you'll fly. Birds' value is the sky, people's power is balloons... Nowadays, it's rockets... And... Birds die while flying... People die while trying to fly. No matter what fate you face...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [2]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf life has become like swimming in a river, you will always be tired... Wai Khin said this. It is also a source of strength for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Judo\", who wanted to and often did, made fun of Wai Khin's words, smiled and said...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What the heck... Birds die flying, people die in the rain... So, Awe Ya Gyi will definitely die drinking a bottle. That guy, Duck Egg... will die counting the girls at midnight... Ko Pyae will die peering at the tiger through the theodolite... Sin Puti... will die lining up in a row, and Chee Pei... will die with a weak stomach...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Wait... we're talking nicely...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Wai Khin walked, holding a red truncheon with bowls, books, and steel tape, and he shouted \"Judo.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJudo held a theodolite, a device that looked like a telescope, in one hand, and a tripod in the other, looking at Wai Khin...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I... just say that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Judo said as he looked at the backs of his friends who had already gone ahead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's good...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... if people die by chance... why don't you die too... the newspaper will say that the girl died of exhaustion... don't do it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This judo is so cool...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Really... In a place like May Myo, it's a little bit of a shame... To mark merit... The wreath would be so beautiful, there are so many flowers. If only the body of Wai Khin, who died in the Flower City, could be covered with such beautiful wreaths...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll pick it up with a stone...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Judo was laughing freely. Wai Khin was so tired that he was irritated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYesterday was a tiring journey. Today's journey was not a little longer. In addition, my feet were sore and itchy from having to cross trees and bushes. Wai Khin's foot also tripped over a stone and blood was dripping from it. Although he was wrapped in a handkerchief and a veil, the handkerchief was still red with blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJudo, carrying a tripod, followed the student who was walking briskly, carrying a long pole, called a ranging pole, which was divided into three sections, white, black, and red, that was placed in front of him to help him see from one place to another...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey-chee...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You know what Wai Khin said...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe student, who was called Chi Pei, pretended to be even taller than he was, and he was panting and gasping for air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Birds die while flying... What will you die while doing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Judo asked, laughing playfully, as was his custom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Huh. Huh...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chi Pei asked again as if he didn't understand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This guy... is a bad guy... he's a very bad guy...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJudo was still impatient and arrogant. Then Chi Pei rolled his eyes and waved his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I can't hear anything you guys are saying... I'm so tired, my ears are ringing,” he shouted. As soon as he said it, he remembered. Wai Khin's ears were ringing too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My friend Kyaing Kyaing is...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Grind..grind.. this is the taste of coming out of the fourth year, May Myo Camp..”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was still talking in a low voice. Judo turned to Chi Pei and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It was fun to go out to camp in May, hey... congratulations.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is still a boy. He is called a \"chee\" in front of girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh... In previous years, my sister was there... it was fun... now my sister is not there - nor is the King,” he said with resentment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Wai Khin and Kyaing Kyaing laughed. Judo said, \"Save me, Chin Pouty... You're praising me...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He reached out to a pale, thin student holding a blue flag tied to the top of a long pole. Chin Puti laughed...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You two are always biting, no wonder...\" Chi Pei made a noise like a dog.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's the companion of the mind, you have to be able to bite.\" He also said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sinputi began, \"Chee Pe... Chee Pe... I live in the forest.. I sleep in the mud and I roll in the mud...\" Judo sang in unison, as if he had sung a song when he was a child. Be U and Ko Pya also joined in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You guys are teachers, so you can't shoot for free, so you're behind the whole way... That's pretty lame...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyaing Kyaing couldn't resist so he joined in. Freestyle means running away from class...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's okay... Now that people are getting older... Earlier, there were children... with dogs... with dogs...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur group and each group tied red-green, blue-white flags to the ranging pole, and the teachers led them. Since we left School No. 4 early in the morning, people from almost every house came out to watch us curiously. The children ran ahead of the students and watched.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Wai Khin and the others put on their hats to avoid being blown away by the wind. They sat holding sticks and poles, and carried them on their shoulders. I don't know what they thought. In a large group of boys, they looked at the girls, who were not even 20 in number. Sweat was dripping down the girls' backs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe journey was quite long. We barely made it to the measuring ground. After passing by the Independence Monument and approaching the city hall, Wai Khin and all the people from the “Red” group gathered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Independence Square is located within a forest reserve, so there are plenty of trees and thorny bushes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher unfolded the map from last year and explained everything about the surveying task today. There were eight (8) stations to be surveyed. The teacher selected and marked the locations.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Urban power - the land will prosper...\" As the poet wrote, Wai Khin thought that this is the power of humanity. If there is a mountain, they dig a tunnel. If there is a river, they build a bridge. If there is a desert, they pave a road. In addition, they build dams, embankments, large buildings, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe world has been developed by human ingenuity and hard work. But cities have reduced the Earth to half its size.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Meanwhile, Wai Khin was still lost in his grand thoughts... Awe Ya, Siip Puti, and Chee Pei had already left for the back of the city hall, which was located at location H. The rest of the group also went to their respective places of responsibility.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven Ko Pyae and Bae-U, who had never been seen wearing pants in their previous school days, were wearing pants. All the students were wearing pants, and a teacher...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It would be great if girls could wear pants,\" he said. Kyaing Kyaing laughed...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I want to wear it, but it's hard not to, sir...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Again...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Pyaeh interrupted and said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Only one of you, Wai Khin, can wear pants... I'll have to look for a scythe in my pants, and even a palm tree... Aung Malay... It's scary, we'll all get sick from the flu...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little one named Thow Pyi Sok and the tall one named May Aung and Ui Htan Pin were staring at each other. The teacher was smiling involuntarily, pretending to be a servant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[3]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, Judo, Wai Khin, and Kyaing Kyaing came to the arena north of the Mandalay-Lashio road, where they were located at locations (A) and (B).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... be careful... there are dogs near station (A), I warned you earlier...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyaing Kyaing shouted warningly to Judo, who was in the lead. Judo laughed and kept moving forward.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't worry... we have people who bite too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe asked Wei Khin and was joking. Wei Khin didn't say anything. Then they started to grow. There are 500 feet between stations (A) and (B), and about a hundred feet from (B)... Between (A) and (B) there is a revolutionary torch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn judo, it can be noisy when you get together with your group, but when you actually work, you can do it smoothly and efficiently. While working, you can breathe freely. People don't listen, and their mouths don't get tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWai Khin pulled the metal rope from a hundred feet away. Judo was waiting with a long stick. Kyaing Kyaing was waiting with a folder to write. Judo's face was red from the sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Pull the steel tape... If you pull it right, it's right. It's like the material is not strong. The duck egg dish and nylon soup that the dormitory served didn't hurt either...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWai Khin was just starting to walk. Judo was talking, but when pulling the metal rope... Wai Khin's hand was not strong. Soon the teacher arrived and pulled him in. Judo was still in front of the teacher, shouting and shouting...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sir... Wai Khin is talking. Birds die while flying, people die while walking. If you want to order him to make the earth crumble to pieces, then order him to do it. It was great to see him carrying the tripod earlier, just like an ant carrying rice...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The teacher laughed. Then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I think Ko Yan Paing is happy...\" he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Isn't it bad to be happy, sir... Among the emotional feelings, happiness is the most desirable, and I want to be happy. I turn my back on the things that are sad and unpleasant. At home, when my mother would tease me here and there, I would get up and go. When I was young, I was about 5 years old... My grandmother would tease me with a long stick, and she would put ten cents in my pocket and say, \"My grandmother, I'm leaving this house now... I gave her the money to pay for the trip to Grandma's house, and Grandma would stop laughing and laugh...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher and Wai Khin laughed together. Judo also laughed happily, enjoying himself.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098203619477,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_769458eb-3411-4443-b3b2-6bb4968887ec.jpg?v=1745655686"},{"product_id":"ခင်ဆွေဦး-မိုးပန်းဝေဝေ","title":"Khin Swe Oo - Moe Pan Wai Wai","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [1]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Suppose a large diamond were to be broken into pieces, the brilliant diamonds would shatter and scatter into tiny fragments.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSimilarly, the raindrops that pour down in torrents during the rainy season have also broken, like scattered diamonds. At that time, the bright and brilliant flowers and leaves still adorn the dark-colored sky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the raindrops fell in the sky, like flowers, one after another, the raindrops also bloomed on the ground. The golden yellow, jasmine, chrysanthemum, jujube, hibiscus, hibiscus, hibiscus, and many other flowers drank the rain water and blossomed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, when the rains have stopped, the entire campus of \"Mimi Nyo\" will be green and lush.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the green leaves swayed like a mountain, the white flowers of the hyacinth trees throughout the campus bloomed brightly. Along with the fragrant scent of hyacinth, the mango and mango trees, with their ripe, juicy fruits, seemed to be hanging together, proudly displaying their beauty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLocated on the corner of Kanbe Street, this school campus is the most beautiful, with a unique diamond tree that is unlike any other, its orange blossoms blooming all over the tree, bowing its head to the blue sky and raising its branches.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUsually, the diamond flowers are bright red, and although many people describe them as having the color of rubies, Mimino thought they were dazzling. Unfortunately, the orange diamond flowers that bloomed at the gate of the teacher training school were considered to be exceptionally beautiful and intoxicating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis beautiful and delicate place with its orange-yellow flowers is... Mother Earth, the land where the seeds are sown to give birth to the good sons and daughters of the future, the land where the educational system will be firmly established, the place where the rain flowers bloom and spread their flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [2]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aw... As beautiful as the word 'missing' is, it's hard to bear...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMi Minho sighed with a smile on her face, but tears welled up in her eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the upstairs bedroom of Dormitory (1), some of the beds were empty and dry. Some of the people who had not yet returned were busy unpacking boxes, rolling beds, packing up things, and cleaning up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOf the more than 20 beds spread out in two rows across the entire room, 10 were unoccupied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mimino sat with her head propped up on a pillow, gazing at the people packing up their belongings, while wrapping plastic ropes around her hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is the month of the gods, when the season of the Thazins is over, and the north wind blows, causing the cold to penetrate to the heart and chill it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aren't you coming back, Mimino...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e May San, who was folding clothes next to Mi Mingyu, asked. Mi Mingyu shook her head helplessly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Mimi Nyo can't go back, Maysan...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ah...about things...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey...you're far away, right...this time the school holidays are short, so we'll be closed on the 23rd and reopen on the 2nd of January, so let's do the math...24-25-26”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Closed for only 9 days...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mimino intervened and supported her. A student with a dark complexion like a black elephant approached Mimino's bed...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mimi Nyo... aren't you coming back?\" he asked, holding the plastic bag in his hand. \"I'm not coming back, Ma Saw Wai... Ma Saw Wai...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll go back... I'll go back if I have to, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's a bit late, I'll be there in a moment...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait a minute... How far will Mi Mino go if he returns?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Myanmar... If I go back, time will pass as soon as I go back...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We're only using the dormitory. Some of you will be dancing at the Envoy tonight and then going back. Tomorrow, the 25th, there won't even be anyone there...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Saw Wai sat down at the foot of Mi Minyo's bed and said as she pulled and untied the plastic strings that were holding Mi Minyo.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Even though I live here, I miss my hometown. When I get home, I miss school. Oh... I can't follow my human desires. I miss home here too. When I get home, I miss school again and again...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mi Mi Nyo said softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's because school is closed today... I don't even have time to miss you like I usually do. I'm juggling work and people.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maysan came in and said..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My wife, when she was about to go to bed at night, was very worried about the house. She would say... like a happy chicken that has been dropping manure.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mi Minho said with a wink at May San.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I swear, when I get home, I never remember school... I'm so stuck at school, but at home, I'm so free...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Saw Wai spoke with enthusiasm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I know you're free, Mi Saw Wai. Just yesterday, at the dance, I saw you taking off your robes without any poetry...\" May San joked, but ....... \"No, no...\" Ma Saw Wai complimented May San.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMi Mi Nyo smiled. May San was a dark-skinned, plump, flat-faced, almost ugly little girl, but with a kind heart. She was a kind-hearted person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Saw Wai was a fair-skinned, tall woman with large eyes, a good eyesight, and a fair complexion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMiminyo was a Buddhist monk. His skin - though not white, it was always tanned and ruddy, with a flush of color. His dark hair, thick, dark green eyebrows, long, flowing eyelashes, and a look that always made them want to look at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStanding at 5 feet 2 inches tall, with a slender figure, long, slender arms and legs, Mimi always looked elegant and clean. She also had a gentle and delicate appearance that matched her body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mimino dropped the plastic ropes on the bed and stood by the window.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was 8 am, and the golden rays of the sun were shining brightly on the emerald green. The grass in front of the building (1) was covered with dewdrops and was shining brightly. The small pine trees were drinking the dew with their dark green color.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Next to the shrine, a large, sturdy, old-fashioned tree grew majestically and gracefully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remember that during the rainy season, this large tree was shady, its branches were spreading, and its white flowers bloomed so brightly that the wind could not stop them, falling to the ground one by one, spreading a sweet fragrance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It had been about seven months since I arrived at this dormitory, if I counted it by hand. It seemed like a long time in my mind. I had never been away from home for so long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI attended Myinchan Government High School until I passed my matriculation examination, and when I was at Mandalay University, I would go home during school holidays. When I was in my first year of studying mathematics, my father passed away, so I had to leave the university and join the government high school as a middle school teacher. At that time, I was very close to my mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [3]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDecember 24th\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mother.....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Today is the first day of school closure. Everyone except those on duty at the Envoy Education Fair has gone home. Those on duty will return tomorrow, Sunday.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe school will be left dry. Only people from very far away will be left. For example, women and children from Kachin State, Kayah State, etc. ..........\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSeeing them slowly returning, Mimi really wanted to go back, Mom. If she could, she would have put on wings and flown to her mother. But Mimi knew from the beginning that fate would not allow her to do so......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 75 kyats that Mimi gets now is just enough to cover her monthly expenses, and she has to pay 40 kyats to school and pay an extra 35 kyats. As for me, I can't stand the extra money, so I just have to keep quiet. But Mimi has nothing else to do, Mimi is happy, Mom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If I go back, there will be expenses anyway, oh... summer school holidays\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm here, Mom, I'll be back soon. There aren't many days left in between, Mom... Oh....... Mom still has Ko Lat, Nyi Htwe, and Si Sinyo to comfort her...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As long as they are all always by my side, I will be strong.....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMimi is sad for \"Ny Htwe\", Mimi is the only one who can stand Ny Htwe's stubbornness, Ko Lat is always yelling at her, and Si Si doesn't seem to treat Ny Htwe like a brother. Follow her and change.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can't help but worry every time I think about my younger brother not seeing me, and the pot of rice and sugar water that my mother has set up, I can't help but worry. Mom...... Please take care of my younger brother, Mom...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sweater that Mimi knitted for my younger brother last week is a big deal for my younger brother and me.... Ko Latt said he liked it and forced me to wear it. Don't let him wear it, mom. Ko Latt really wants to bully me... My younger brother must be miserable, looking for a way out of life in this world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMimi also wants to go back.... I'm not sure. Mimi will be at the dance competition on the 28th. Mimi's role is \"soft and graceful\", a traditional Thai dance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis dance was diligently taught to Mimi by her mother. Nowadays, whenever I see Mimi, I think of her mother very much. Because her beautiful forehead, pointed ears, and wide, round eyes are like a different person from my mother's...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy lips, which are usually thin and tight, are now the same as my mother's, and I can't help but think of my mother, Mom... I miss her so much.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Besides, I have received regular letters from Ma Ma Thi and Ko Oo....... I received a letter from Ma Ma Thi last week.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Got it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't cry every time you get letters from your sons and daughters, Mom. If you're sad, I'll tell you. Mom is old. Take care of your health.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098205913237,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_b2e632b8-a096-425f-8cfd-98e8a710ca15.jpg?v=1730271840"},{"product_id":"ခင်ဆွေဦး-ဝါဆိုဦးကပန်းပျိုးတယ်","title":"Khin Swe Oo - Waso Oo has been in touch with me.","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's really making me jump.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I had to walk that path, but it didn't turn into a stream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It shouldn't be strange. It's a long village road that I've walked through many times since I was a child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike a vast forest, the cool and pleasant shadows and the wonderful misty mists of the Kukko trees continue to stretch out, and among the Kukko trees, the orchids, which are smeared with emerald juice, are forming a strong nest. Then, the wax flowers that bloom in a scattered manner have been reborn anew.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn either side of the road, the rain and the brook were muddy, and herds of buffaloes were being driven by herds of buffaloes. The small wooden bridges were blackened with black mud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I hope I can travel for miles on the path I have walked many times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDue to heavy rain and erosion, even the dirt road, which used to be steep, is now steep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Just as this road is full of bumps, the world is full of injustice.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Moe Hein's whole body felt warm at the thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It is said that light is stronger than darkness, is that true? It is said that nobility is stronger than meanness, that self-sacrifice must overcome selfishness, and that happiness must overcome sorrow. In the end, people must live as real people.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMoe Hein's heart beat faster as he thought about it. He also remembered how he had often said \"warm\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We are all warm people. A person can only be a person if they live like a real person. You have to know your life, and it is everyone's responsibility to try to understand your own life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then I remember that I even recited a verse of a poem in English to Ngaew Ngaew.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe warmth that grew up together and became playmates since childhood...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Moe Hein... you're so funny, you're a person who wants to be funny without being funny.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes, I don’t have a ‘Wa’ yet, my dear. But I’m trying to have a ‘Wa’. I’ll post it if I want to, but it’s not something you’re going to admire, because I’m not working for the glory of the community that you admire so much.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Tawpapa... You're actually good, you're smart, you've got nothing else to say except that you've passed grade 10 with a B every now and then. You can read English too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm proud to read English, aren't I?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's the point of hating me? The poem you recited earlier is very good.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's not poetry, it's just a paragraph.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Write in my diary, you have beautiful handwriting, a true artist's handwriting, you and I will never get along, but I will keep your handwriting for the rest of my life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before he could write that paragraph, Moe Hein hit Ngai Ngai on the head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My dear friend, you are so warm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Read this paragraph carefully, and understand its meaning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Think deeply and then keep it in your heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo straighten out your friend's perspective\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I wrote it with kindness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Light is stronger than darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nobility stronger than baseness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Unselfishness triumphs over selfishness,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e and happiness over sorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e We must live like real MEN.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (2)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSmall wooden houses with low verandas and long stilts, called Mon houses, sit peacefully in the courtyards with thatched roofs. A few mushrooms play with the roofs of the houses without touching them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remember the golden-glowing orchids blooming in the twilight before the Waso festival. The sweet fragrance of the flowers immediately filled my nose. I could still see the small, purple-blue flowers, one or two at a time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI noticed a group of children playing with a rope on the road under the trees. Some of them looked like they had just returned from school. Their ragged backpacks were still hanging between the tree roots.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFour or five boys and girls, aged seven to 11 or 12, were playing together. A little girl took her turn throwing a doo, and a sweet melody floated from her lips.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Colorful ball\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Colorful ball\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Choose your favorite color.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Choose your favorite color.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little boy, with his white hands and no joints, entered the fourth string on the right without missing a beat. His singing stopped abruptly, and he shouted happily, \"Hey!\" and clapped his hands. He jumped and jumped, supporting himself on one leg, as he entered the string...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look carefully here... we're not stepping on the line.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was talking briskly. A big guy standing next to him nodded his head and sang a song softly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Colorful ball\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Colorful ball\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five drunk\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One five drunk\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... Brown rice, what are you talking about? A colorful ball, five coins.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl who was lying down spoke softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"One is five drunk\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Five cents\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's not a penny anymore, it's all just a penny\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes, five bucks.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Fish drunk\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The dark-skinned and brown-haired boy started to make a face, and the girl, knowing that the boy was the one, stubbornly refused, jumped up and down, panting, and glared at the boy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMoe Hein smiled. The girl scooped the whole sticky rice cake, wrapped in an old newspaper, into her mouth and threw the paper away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe paper ball fell at the foot of the mountain. When the newspaper was spread out, it became a cartoon. In the cartoon, a young man was standing in front of the telegraph office, still unwrapped. An old man nearby said to the young man...\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098209058965,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_00a41625-9b6d-47ab-860c-2cd1783bf56a.jpg?v=1745655689"},{"product_id":"ခင်နှင်းယု-ကြာတော-ရွာသောမိုး","title":"Khin Hnin Yu - Rain in the Kya Forest","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePayment\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Meeting with the doctor today has raised a new issue for me to consider.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis time, I'm not going to see you about the illness I'm suffering from. I'm going with another matter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Last month, I went to visit my friend Ma Mya Phe. Ma Mya Phe and I were childhood friends, but we had nothing in common.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe was a woman like me. When we were young, when we reached the tenth grade, the teacher gave us one or two hundred problems to solve in numbers, arithmetic, mathematics, and geometry. Every week, when we checked how many students had solved, Ma Mya Phe was always satisfied with the teacher. When Ma Mya Phe had solved about a hundred problems, my friend and I had not yet solved twenty problems, and even though we were still young and had long hair, we had to stand on the bench. Just by watching her solve those problems, you could tell that Ma Mya Phe was not a woman who was lazy in her work. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe and I were different in our math skills, but we lived together and ended up getting married.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore we got married, every time I cooked a dish, he would pat my chest and say, “My dear… when will you be rich if you do this?” He would never waste a drop of oil where it shouldn’t be. He would often teach me how much oil to add to the oil and how much to add to the pickled vegetables. I would follow my custom…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'May God never let me have to think about how many pounds of oil, how many baskets of chili, how many chickens, how many years,' I prayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She is a woman of the right path, and I listen quietly as she teaches me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the end of the month, his account book had a detailed and neat record of his income, expenses, and savings. No extra expenses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The dead are not in the book of the dead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Mother Yu...how do you want to spend it? Please keep a detailed list of your expenses.\" I often say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Because if I can show my husband that I am doing everything with a list and a check, he has nothing to blame. I can also manage my own marriage with ease...\" .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“His method is correct. I listened to him. But I was too lazy to do the work for two and a half years. I had no passion for it. When I got a salary, I gave it to my mother or sister. Then I asked them for money. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Ma Mya Phe advised me to keep accurate records, I prayed again, as is my custom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"May God never give you the same benefits as people who sit around and think about how much they will get in three or five years, knowing that they will get it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to do my work within the time allotted to me | No matter what I do, in the rest of my personal time, I want to read the book I want to read as I please. I want to study the subject I want to study thoroughly. I want to sit and think about the ideas I want to think. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have innate habits, and I don't want to lose them even if I am punished before they become old. Lists, numbers, and numbers\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I think of the time we spend together as a waste of time. However, sometimes I worry that if the man I meet is a man who is just a number, it will be a problem.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we were young, we didn't have nylons yet, and the Padumma Mae Nyo was the most popular. After washing the Mae Nyo Padumma and putting it on the glue, Ma Mya would apply a little cassava powder glue and spread it on the skin and dry it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can still see the image of him, his hands shaking and shaking, while he was ironing. When he put on the padumma shirt, his skin was white and the thin padumma was flowing and flowing beautifully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before long... I can also count.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is also very good at cooking. He is also very good at dressing himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, I mean a woman who is feminine and like a woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before my mother passed away\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My daughter...she can't even reach the tip of her toes. She should imitate her a little bit.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince I couldn't have a cook or maid at home, I tried my best to cook and wash clothes. But I was too lazy to do the math and the details.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd so my mother died. Ma Mya Phe and I got married and separated. I rarely visited Ma Mya Phe. I only listened to her news from afar. I didn't know what kind of husband she had, she chose her husband of her own free will. Ma Mya Phe also had no flaws to worry about. She was a woman with the qualities to lead a family. The man who married her would be very lucky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was the one who got married and prayed to the gods and goddesses. I still pray to the gods and goddesses. This is because I am afraid that my husband will force me to think about the ideas I want to have, and that he will be angry when I forget him while reading books because I am so interested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man who gets me must be unlucky. How can a man who gets a woman who has to eat rice cooked in a pot that is not good for the count and is not beautiful be called lucky? That is why I am still living in the presence of God.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If my husband leaves me one day, he'll be so miserable...\" I had to console myself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I met Ma Mya Phe three years ago, he said, \"I'm so happy to see you...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now that I've passed the exam, and the books have come out, people like your books too... I have\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can't take the exam because only one child is born every year.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He even said he was worried about my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's okay... my friend... I can't have one child a year like you, but I have to produce one book a year...\" I replied. Whenever I visited their house, Busukru and her daughters, who were named after flowers such as Kandaw Thant, Jasmee, Kyar Roan, and Katta, would come to me in droves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I've brought you a big one...Mom...\" they called their mother who was in the kitchen. Then she said, \"I'm not a woman who can raise even one child to be a woman.\" She felt sorry for herself. So when she met him, she was filled with joy and sorrow, and before long she had ten children. I had written ten books in total.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Mya Phe was still working when she gave birth to her last child, and the other nine. She had a very easy pregnancy, and she worked, took time off, and gave birth to her tenth child. But when she had no one to look after her at home, she quit her job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I thought that in a family with nine children in Yangon... both father and mother had to work to make ends meet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's been two years since I last saw Ma Bei, but one day, when I met a friend on the bus, I found out that Ma Bei wanted to see me. I haven't been out of the house for a while now...it's been a while, and I only go to the city market once a month when I go shopping.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One day, I deliberately went to meet Ma Mya Phe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Got it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm so sorry, Mother Yu...don't you remember that you still have one...he blamed me before we met.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't worry... I remember. I don't even know how to go home, I'm happy to be alone, I'm miserable with my illness.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... I'll tell you again because you're upset. You're hot, but I also have a big stomachache.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I didn't understand what he was saying. He pointed to his stomach.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098223870101,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1ef63c05-6970-4e41-8a58-ad25909318ad.jpg?v=1745660435"},{"product_id":"ခင်နှင်းယု-ကြေးမုံရိပ်သွင်နှင့်-အခြားဝတ္ထုတိုများ","title":"Khin Hnin Yu - The Mirror's Reflection and Other Short Stories","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntroduction\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe short story, which is called \"Kalapaw\", is new to Burmese people. However, we Burmese have been telling stories that contain a sense of humor since our origins as a nation. Fathers, mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers have been telling stories that began long ago to their children and grandchildren until now. From the Golden Rabbit and the Golden Tiger mowing the thatch to the Mabeda water-draining river, the treasure trove of stories filled with lovable characters and interesting events can be said to be a treasure trove of our own people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough it can be said that the Burmese have their own treasury of stories, it does not mean that they are only stories invented by the Burmese themselves. Cultural matters do not stand in one place. As long as there has been interaction between the peoples of the world even before the advent of modern times, cultural objects, ideas, and sciences have also spread. Especially, it is difficult for any nation to put its own stamp on everything that has been created and created by the human mind, no matter who first conceived it. If you look at the spread of the major religions believed by many people in the world, you will know that this is true. If you look back at the history of cultural objects, you will find it in the same way. Paper and gunpowder first appeared in ancient China. They gradually spread to the western regions and were able to be produced by the industrialized western countries, so paper and gunpowder returned to modern China in a new form. “The smoothness of paper and the great power of gunpowder were new to the Chinese. Astronomy and mathematics returned from the East to the West. They returned to the East in new forms due to various improvements and inventions. The Easterners were taught by the Westerners as disciples and learned the profound sciences. The numerals we use in Myanmar, from 1, 2, 3, to 10, were originally the same as the English numerals from 1, 2, 3 to 10. This numeral system also spread from India to eastern Burma. It also spread to the West through the Arabs. When the English adopted it, it became the English numeral system. When the Westerners came to dominate the world, the Easterners thought it was delicious to write 1, 2, 3.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIndia and China were not only the birthplaces of civilization and science, but also the centers of creation and invention of stories. Indian stories spread both east and west. For example, there are ancient Hindu stories like Shin Mu Nun and Min Nanda. They spread west and emerged in Greek literature as the story of Hero and Leander. Fairy tales also traveled east and west from India. They are included in the ancient stories of Myanmar. They were written in English and printed in Myanmar and returned to Myanmar as the fairy tales of Esup.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShort stories are new to Myanmar - they are read and written as a genre, but the short story has been ingrained in the blood of the Burmese since ancient times. Although they are not called short stories or recognized as such, the Burmese have been reading, remembering, and liking literature that contains short stories since the arrival of Buddhism and the introduction of written language. The Five Hundred and Fifty Nipas can be called short stories from a literary perspective, not from a religious perspective. I do not want to think that I am belittling the Five Hundred and Fifty Nipas by calling them short stories. I do not want to imply that the Five Hundred and Fifty Nipas are not Buddhist sermons but purely imaginary stories by calling them short stories. Although they are sermons, if you look at the form and content, you will see the appearance of a short story. In the minds of the Burmese, whether they are short or long, they are often considered to be a composition of love stories that are often found in the stories of the beloved. They tend to think that only secular literature that stimulates sensual pleasures should be called novels. They want to prohibit the term \"vutthu\" (literature) from being called \"dharma\". The novels of Sale U Punya prove that this idea is incorrect. U Punya's novels such as the novel \"Saddansinmin\" and the novel \"Kakaviliya\" are short novels that are intended to teach religious lessons, but they are short novels in nature. In the history of Burmese literature, apart from these five hundred and fifty Jatakas and the novels of U Punya, there are few works that can be called \"vutthu\" (literature). The five hundred and fifty phatthu are from the Bagan period, It appeared in the Inva period and in the Pepurapaiks. It was written in a mixture of Pali and Burmese. U Punya appeared after the Konbaung period. Among these periods, the only known short story that can be found, as far as I know, is the Zinmae Pannatha, which appeared in the Taungoo period. The Zinmae Yakkatha came to Myanmar from the Zinmae side, but it was originally a Dwiyadana scripture written in Sanskrit from the Tibetan side. This short story, which can be called a summary of short stories, is an example of the spread of literature from one country to another and from one language to another. In addition to the literature I have just mentioned, there are probably other works in the history of Burmese literature up to the English period that can be called short stories. For example, the novel by Karma Dik Mingyi can be called a summary of short stories. As I am not familiar with Burmese literature, this is all I know. Khon Taw Maung Kyabham Short stories such as Kuttho can also be called short stories. However, overall, Burmese literature is mostly found in the form of poems, poems, prose, plays, histories, and sermons. At the end of the Konbaung period and the beginning of the Aung San period, six-pyait plays were very popular, and in a way, they can be called the forerunners of short stories.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDuring the English period, English readers read English short stories. They translated them directly and adapted them. Among the short stories translated into English, Dagon U Ba Tin's father's Pathi Tales was probably the first. It was published in 1910. Then, from the 1920s, magazines such as Thuriya Magazine, Dagon Magazine, and Tain Zaw Newspaper appeared, providing opportunities for those who wanted to write short stories. The pen names of Pee Moe Ning, Shwe U Daung, Nyarna, Zeya Sattar, and Dagon Shwe Maw were short story writers who emerged during that period. They can be said to be great pioneers in Burmese short story writing. After them, great writers such as Maha Swe, Zawana, Thukha, Thakha, and Dagon Khin Khin Lay also emerged and made the short story more popular with the Burmese people. The short stories written by these great writers, starting from Pee Moe Ning, also included their own inventions. English short stories are also adapted to suit Burmese tastes. It would be wrong to say that English short stories have been adapted here. Translation is the process of translating the original text into another language, either completely or with a few exceptions. The novelists mentioned above have either translated or taken the plot of the English short story and created it with Burmese names, characters, and Burmese surroundings and mannerisms. It would be more accurate to say that they have written English short stories.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom the 1930s until the war, modernist literature emerged, with the likes of Sain Maung Wa, Uthman Maung Thant, Zaw Gyi, Min Thu Wan, Thein Nay Nwe (U Thein Pe Myint), and Sain Soe Hla becoming famous, and this marked a new era in Burmese short story writing. It can be said that a new chapter was opened. In addition to the increasing number of people writing with their own ideas, rather than relying on English novels, short stories were written with the aim of entertaining the reader and refreshing the mind, and were written with a clear sense of literature, and with a precise and neat ratio of beginning, middle, and end.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43098225213589,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_43381989-5e2e-4f84-bee4-14db03e2c341.jpg?v=1745660439"}],"url":"https:\/\/mgyoe.com\/en\/collections\/no-ebookfree.oembed","provider":"mgyoe.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}