Pi Morning - Sunny Day

Chapter (1)

The ancient sages used to sing, "The pure mountain stream, with its fragrant scent, the snow-covered trees, the flowers, the mist, the play of colors, the moon

In the early morning, when the light of dawn is just beginning to shine, the golden-crowned cranes and the golden-crowned cranes fly around the world, spreading their mysterious musical sounds, and the two of them gather in their camps to perform their best to unite, as if they were holding a cosmic festival. They feed in the air, sway in the wind, and sway with their palm leaves. At the dawn of summer, they greet the beginning of summer with pleasant sounds, similar to the time of day. Therefore, the month of Tapot-doe is especially prosperous, and the air and land are both very beautiful and beautiful.

During the foggy Tapotwe season, in the cool evening, on the road from Shwetaung to Pyay, a young man rode a brown horse, calmly thinking, breathing in the clear, cool air, alone.

It was a time when there was very little traffic on that road, and now and then you would see a few carts driving lazily along.

The horse and the rider were Burmese, but the saddle and reins were English leather, and the horse was a beautiful, dark brown mare, with a tail and mane trimmed like a general's, unlike the smooth-skinned Burmese royals who often ran long distances.

The rider rode slowly like this, occasionally seeing the winding forest roads, high hills, and camp sites on either side of his path.

Sometimes I saw beautiful houses and gardens. Sometimes I saw blooming trees and flowers, glowing red in the setting sun.

Beyond that, he saw vast fields, small huts scattered far and wide, isolated, and large, solitary trees that seemed to be trying to shade the vast fields like an umbrella.

The traveler was a clerk who had come from Pyay to Shwe Taung on Sunday, a day off, and was returning home in the evening.

The chief clerk slowly approached the town, and when he came quite close to it, he saw a large, cool, and shady garden on his left, and a large, lush, and lush garden of lettuce and cabbage trees on one side. He saw a small well installed with a chain link fence between the garden and the lettuce and cabbage garden, and on the other side of the well, he saw many people who wanted to drink the cool, clear water that came directly from the earth in the well. On the one hand, he wanted to give his horse a good drink of water, on the other hand, he pulled his horse's reins because he wanted to look around the garden and the small house that only had a white, brown, and corrugated iron roof on the inside.

When the young man dismounted, it became more apparent that he was a tall, imposing man.

Her body language and face were so elegant and clear that when the bright sunlight shone on her face, it was clear that she was a very beautiful person.

The man got off his horse, patted the horse's neck with his hand, and led the horse down to the side of the road. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw a man about forty years old.

A large man came out of the yard and was surprised when he saw the traveler who had come to visit him.

Then the traveler, holding the horse, entered the farm.. The farmer's man

"I think you want to water the horse. Come in. Donating water can be done without asking for the ten merits. I think you are tired from traveling. When you see a water hole, there is no traveler who does not want to drink."

Saying that... he hurriedly approached the well and drew water with a rope.

The passenger...

“Thank you very much, sir. Just seeing the farm and the well makes me want to drink water. I will continue to accumulate merit every day because of that well.”

As he said this, he looked down at the crystal clear, blue-green water that had fallen from the machine, half-drunk, drank it, stretched his waist, stood up, and breathed deeply...

"Cool down, sir... Tonight, I will sleep happily, thanks to the blessing of drinking the fresh, cold water that comes out of the earth, the world's life-giving water."

"Say it, and the horse, who came with its beak... tilted the iron bucket, and the horse dipped its entire beak in the water, soaked it, and sucked it up with great relish."

The old man, the owner, was holding the rope and supporting his waist with one hand... with a very confident expression... looking at the little horse drinking water...

"A horse is a beautiful horse"

As he continued to ask about the horse, an old woman in her forties came running from the house with a look of joy. The old man looked up happily...

"What's wrong with you? Are you handsome or what?" he asked.

The old woman....

"Boy... Boy, you're so white and clear, you're crying so clearly, aren't you?"

"As he asked, he heard a deep, piercing cry, "Wow, woow, woow, woow."

The traveler looked at his watch and took out his diary from his bag, writing to the old woman.

"Did you just give birth?" the old woman asked.

"Now, Maung Yin, if you knew it was a boy, you would have come running to me as soon as you found out."

As he spoke, the man who owned the farm, with a radiant face and a cheerful expression...

“If you can spare a moment, please spare a moment. Maung Yin seems to understand the points. Let me run and see.”

"He said and ran away. The old woman...

“His first wife died without having children. Now that his wife has a son, it’s like a whirlwind. My aunt has been living in the same house since my first wife. It’s like a close relative. His wife will only be with my brother and sister. The Shan girl is beautiful and beautiful, and my aunt is not ugly and ugly. However, they live in a way that doesn’t support each other. If a man and a young woman are together, not only will the woman become more and more unwise, but the man will also become more and more arrogant. If he has a son, he will be even more afraid of going crazy…”

"Do you know how to read fortunes? If you do, try to find out why the child came to the human world and how long he stayed there. The child, as the aunt and I looked at each other, is a boy, if it is true. He looks good..... Maung Yin.. just look at him. What is the reason he has appeared? To drink sake, is he going to Insein Prison? Is he staying on the road for a while because he is in charge of the drug den..."

"He kept asking questions with many strange words. The traveler wanted to laugh, but instead of laughing, he smiled happily as he looked through his diary, scribbling on squares, tables, squares, and octagons in the diary itself, and writing down the numbers.

When he finally scratched out the writing, he nodded and was surprised by every detail.

Then the woman...

"What's up, Maung Yin? Are your horoscopes good? Which one will you get? Which one will you get? Razala Athun?"