Khin Swe Oo - Waso Oo has been in touch with me.

Chapter (1)

It's really making me jump.

I had to walk that path, but it didn't turn into a stream.

It shouldn't be strange. It's a long village road that I've walked through many times since I was a child.

Like 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.

On 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.

I hope I can travel for miles on the path I have walked many times.

Due to heavy rain and erosion, even the dirt road, which used to be steep, is now steep.

"Just as this road is full of bumps, the world is full of injustice."

Moe Hein's whole body felt warm at the thought.

“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.”

Moe Hein's heart beat faster as he thought about it. He also remembered how he had often said "warm".

"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."

Then I remember that I even recited a verse of a poem in English to Ngaew Ngaew.

The warmth that grew up together and became playmates since childhood...

"Moe Hein... you're so funny, you're a person who wants to be funny without being funny."

“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.”

"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."

"I'm proud to read English, aren't I?"

"What's the point of hating me? The poem you recited earlier is very good."

"It's not poetry, it's just a paragraph."

"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."

Before he could write that paragraph, Moe Hein hit Ngai Ngai on the head.

My dear friend, you are so warm.

Read this paragraph carefully, and understand its meaning.

Think deeply and then keep it in your heart.

To straighten out your friend's perspective

I wrote it with kindness.

Light is stronger than darkness.

Nobility stronger than baseness.

Unselfishness triumphs over selfishness,

and happiness over sorrow.

We must live like real MEN.

Chapter (2)

Small 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.

I 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.

I 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.

Four 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.

Colorful ball

Colorful ball

One five

One five

Choose your favorite color.

Choose your favorite color.

One five

One five

The 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...

"Look carefully here... we're not stepping on the line."

He was talking briskly. A big guy standing next to him nodded his head and sang a song softly...

Colorful ball

Colorful ball

One five drunk

One five drunk

"Hey... Brown rice, what are you talking about? A colorful ball, five coins."

The girl who was lying down spoke softly.

"One is five drunk"

"Five cents"

"It's not a penny anymore, it's all just a penny"

“Yes, five bucks.”

"Fish drunk"

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.

Moe Hein smiled. The girl scooped the whole sticky rice cake, wrapped in an old newspaper, into her mouth and threw the paper away.

The 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...