Pyay Mana Maung Ni Thin - Essay Thoughts and Matters

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Summer sun

I heard the bird's chirping, "Oo-oo

On the village road, we hear the sound of carts carrying firewood, bamboo, and rice. In the village center, we hear the sound of weaving and the sound of rice grinding. We hear the melancholy song of the Malay woman who is grinding rice. That's right. The spring breeze is so beautiful.

The trees in the whole village have shed their old leaves and are starting to sprout new ones. The old leaves are yellow at the base of the trees. The new leaves and young leaves are green on the trees. Looking at this beautiful scene, I miss Saya Min Thuwan's summer breeze." From the poem, "Sansakharwe Satha Paung"

I even recited the words “Nya Nyaung Swe.” I saw the fields with their leaves. The rice fields were piled up like mountains. The sweat of our grateful farmers, who had worked all summer and winter, has now turned into gold. It is a joy.

The village elders are preparing to hold a festival at the Kapkyaw Kotaungpye Pagoda in the village. When will the Pagoda Festival be held?

It was known that the car would be delivered when the students finished their exams. Therefore, the students were happy. They were even happier when they learned that a colorful puppet show would be performed at the pagoda festival.

Our villagers do not rest even in the early summer. They are always busy with work. They are busy chopping bamboo, gathering firewood, repairing rice barns, grinding rice, and repairing houses. The children who have passed the exams go to the village monastery to get their robes and memorize the robes.

I will be taking my final exam soon. I was sitting at my desk, admiring the beauty of spring. At that moment, I heard the sound of a small bird calling out, "Hello, hello, hello," from the roof of the house.

The sound of “Uthu Uthu” sounded like “victory”, “victory” in my ears, and I was filled with joy. I thanked the little bird, the messenger of the spring, for giving me joy, and I continued to read and study literature at the reading table.

Outside, dry leaves were falling, and the little bird was still chirping.

The Union of the People

When we see our tiny Union on the world map, it always warms our hearts. This is because our Union is the lifeblood of all our ethnic groups and is a cherished mother.

Our Union is the foundation of all of us. Our Union is rich in beauty. We can say that our Union is adorned with three beauties.

The first beauty is the beauty of the Union's natural landscape. Look. The Ayeyarwady River, formed by the confluence of the Maykha and the Malikha, is the heart of our country. Isn't the melody of the Ayeyarwady River flowing in a beautiful and harmonious way a happy melody for our Union? Similarly, the rivers and streams such as the Thanlwin, Sittaung, Chindwin, and Duthawady, which meander through fields, mountains, and lush forests, also decorate the Union.

In addition, the misty and snowy mountain ranges stand as a protection for the Union. The pine forest, the teak forest, and the precious wood such as the padauk forest

Birds chirp in the forests. The blue sea and blue waves lap the shores of the Union. Flowers bloom in various parts of the Union according to the season. Therefore, we can be proud of the natural beauty of the Union's rivers, lakes, forests, and mountains.

The second beauty of the Union is the cultural beauty of the Union's ethnic groups. Culture includes dress, speech and writing, customs, traditions, music, and dance. Each ethnic group has its own traditional dress, speech, writing, customs, and dance. Although we may differ by land and water, we respect each other's culture. We understand each other. We value each other.

The traditional dances of each ethnic group are beautiful, such as the Kachin Manaw dance, the Kayah Fasi dance, the Karen Don Yam dance, the Chin military parade dance, the Burmese U Shwe Yo dance, the Mon Dang Goi dance, the Rakhine Pan Yai dance, and the Shan Keinara dance. Such traditional dances of the people of the Union

Cultural heritage must be respected among ethnic groups and must be cherished and preserved.

The third beauty of the Union is the beauty of the Union spirit. The Union spirit is the beauty of the spirit. The Union spirit is the love, affection, respect, care, and unity of the Union citizens. In these waters, these mountains, all our ethnic groups have lived together throughout history.

Together, we were able to create cultures that the world recognized and respected. When one of us was weak, we all supported him. When one of us was happy, we all rejoiced. We loved each other with the spirit of “compassion for the poor, joy for the rich.” We lived in the same land, drank the same water, and shared the same cold and heat.

[Since the country lost its independence in 1885, the ethnic people have united to resist colonialism. They have also united to resist fascism. The national flag that flies above our heads today expresses the unity and courage of all ethnic people. The unity of the ethnic people living together is the beauty of the Union.

In this way, our Union is beautiful with three beauties: the natural beauty of the land, the forest, and the spirit of the Union. It is filled with all the blessings and charms. Shouldn't we, the people of the Union, be responsible for the development of the Union, which is beautiful with these three beauties?

The responsibility of carrying out the development of the Union lies on our shoulders. Today, we must all work together to make the economic projects of the Union a success. Our Union is our mother. It is our life. It is our hope. It is our future. Therefore, we must be awakened and actively participate in the development of our Union with renewed vigor.