Shweda Maung Lay Yi - Pink Dream Essay

100 years of dream-filled dreams

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“Because of the snow that was falling, I could not see the tea shop until I passed the Ramayana Hall and stepped on the sandy road,” is the opening line of the fifth novel, Winter Days, introducing Saya Nyein Kyaw to the winter months of the university campus and the silver snowflakes.

Then, as my attention shifted to the surrounding landscape, I could barely breathe in the scent of snow from the outside world. Snowdrops, even.

Is it snow? Is it snow babies?

In the midst of doubt, a beautiful love story, a beautiful poem, a beautiful song

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I left home early because I had to get to class early in the morning.

The morning was filled with silver snowflakes. The cool breeze that had traveled from the northern part of the country had touched my body, and I was happy. The surrounding beauty was bright with the colorful bees that had come to my house before the morning class.

I think the beauty of winter is shared with the beauty that cannot be experienced in summer and rainy season. And Yangon winter is not a cold and cold winter like in the mountainous regions. I don't know if this is a pleasant part of Yangon winter.

And today's situation has reached a point where people are tortured by heat waves. Looking towards the hidden region, the field is bright, the mirage is bright, and the cold spots are not visible. While the hills are bending in the hot forest, we have to rely on the third season of this winter as a ray of hope to escape.

Who can compete with the beauty of the third season from the university environment? The surroundings are lush green forests covered with emerald sap, and the gentle breeze that rushes over the hills of Inya Lake, carrying the scent of emerald water.

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I remembered a morning story from the time of the late Dr. Tha Hla.

At that time, there was a ban that said , “No one is allowed to pick kankaw flowers.” However, one morning, two students were picking kankaw flowers. One of them climbed up to the top of the kankaw tree, picked kankaw flowers, and threw them down.

At that moment, the student who was waiting below saw the teacher walking by and left. The teacher came under the tree and called the student above to come down. The student on the tree continued picking flowers, not knowing that it was the teacher. When he looked down, he saw the teacher and quickly came down and bowed to the teacher. The teacher asked him and told him to take the flowers he had picked to his girlfriend.

By learning about that process, we can see the relationship between teachers and students from that time, which is admirable. When we enter the Kankawrin, we are reminded of the teacher Dr. Tha Hla who fought with the children in that way.

We left at the top of San Yeik Nyein 6th Street and crossed Pyay Road to enter the university campus. We continued along the entrance to Judson Church. We reached the side street of Shwebo Hall and headed straight for Taungoo Hall.

As we approached the red-flowered Thawkapwint trees, which were hanging from the branches on the west side of the road, the dewdrops that had dripped from the sharp tips of the leaves of the large sea cucumber trees were dripping onto the ground. At the entrance to the Taungoo Hall, two blue diamond trees, as if still drowsy, stood motionless and peaceful.

It can be said that my position on the campus is not completely foreign. This is because I have set foot on the campus many times since before I passed the entrance exam. I have entered the university with my predecessors when they were graduates and waiting for a job in the civil service.

As we entered the university campus, we were greeted by a golden jubilee celebration marking the 50th anniversary of our mother university.

The dates of the celebration are filled with excitement and excitement. The beautiful faces of teachers, students, and the school are all very encouraging.

They would go to the theater to practice and cheer on the performers. When the festival days came, they would set up large stages in the university grounds and the golden audience of visitors would come to watch and enjoy the performances.

Along the main road, stalls of various subjects were opened, selling food and souvenirs. Our Burmese families sold “Shwe Taung Noodles”. The festival was especially beautiful with all the visitors. The flying roosters did not fly. It was unforgettable. The various music groups of the Mother University, which opened from various stalls, competed with each other.

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One of the beloved traditions of the university is the welcoming ceremony for new brothers and sisters, who are eagerly awaiting the arrival of their newfound brothers and sisters into its fold.

Just as we were warmly welcomed when we entered, we were also warmly welcomed when we arrived at our older brother's and sister's place.

They sing songs, perform plays, and leave behind memories. Some of them are those who have become close friends, those who have become friends with friends, and those who have become part of the university's love story list. If we consider them as memories, they are just memories.

During the Golden Jubilee celebrations, poetry books and postcards from poets and writers from around the university bloomed with fragrance. A small book of poems titled ‘Nay Lo La Lo’ by Saya Maung Pan Hmwe, postcards containing poems by my friend Ko Shwe Thein Min. A poem by Naung titled “Even a young lady, even an old butterfly, still feels happy in the sweet and fragrant flower garden,” and emerald green postcards depicting a pair of butterflies flying through the flower garden, floating in the winter snow.

Even if before

Stay as you were before.

Even if not

Just be yourself.

As before, as before

As if it were not true, as if it were true

Act like the sun and the moon.

He said, pleading with his lover to make a clear statement about his feelings. "I want to be happy."