University of Phonaing - Moonrise in the dead of night

Chapter (1)

Unbelievable..., ah...unbelievable, but believable, Ko Hla Wai is still grieving the truth of the matter.

The 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.

Look, a graveyard... ah... what in this world is closer to the true meaning of Dharma than a graveyard?...

Truth 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....

The problem is... the cemetery is beautiful.

Ko Hla Wai's mind was filled with a strange feeling because he thought the cemetery was beautiful. However... beautiful, it was indeed beautiful.

The cemetery is beautiful because it is different from other cemeteries.

A 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.

The 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.

There is no forest on the coastal highlands, including the cemetery. However, in the more inland areas, coconut groves and forests are dark and green.

The 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.

The 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.

What..., 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? .

At 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.

In fact... these days, Ko Hla Wai feels like he's dreaming. Because it feels like he's dreaming,

A 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.

A beautiful feeling welled up inside him as he heard the sound of the earth falling into the pit. A feeling of emptiness.

Ko 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.

In fact, she was an expert in how to bury the dead, and she watched quietly from the sidelines as the experts did it.

Oh...it's over now. Suddenly his chest felt tight and tight.

A man has gone... On the path of samsara, a man has passed through a small piece of land.

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?.......

Ko Hla Wai brushed the dirt from his hands and stretched his hunched back, looking around.

The cemetery was still different from the cemetery until a small map appeared.

Oh... a funeral procession is different from a funeral procession, completely different.

There 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...

Oh... a person who is gone, leaving no one to cry. Ko Hla Wai frowned involuntarily.

That's right. There is no one to cry. But there is one who is surrounded by tears. That one is...

Ko Hla Wai looked at Bai Bi again with tear-filled eyes.

Some people have already returned. One of the four men from earlier was poking a short stick into the base of the tree.

Three 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.

The boy is about three years old, and the girl is about five years old.

The 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.

The 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.

Only now did Hla Wae enter cautiously. She also blamed herself for being so sleepy earlier.

Ko 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.

Looking at Ko Hla Wai, the little girl, for some reason, reached out and grabbed her brother's small arm.

The 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.

Ko Hla Wai put on a sweet face and offered her hand to the boy.

The 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. The girl glanced up at Ko Hla Wa and ran after her brother.

An old woman, without saying anything, ran away with two children.

The other one stood up and commented to Ko Hla Wai. "It's still raw, the blood will tell soon enough."