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Thein Pe Myint - Novels written by over 60
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I didn't see you that day, beautiful.
Time: 1337, one morning after the full moon of the Goddess.
Location: Mandalay, a region with colder winters and cooler temperatures.
But I'm not curled up in bed. I get up early in the morning and walk. I walked yesterday, and I walked today. The distance is a little (I think about 10 minutes) later today than yesterday.
The house I stayed at was the house of Thakin Bahein (deceased) and his sisters on the corner of 83rd and 29th streets. From there, I walked towards the palace. From west to east, when I reached Chinatown, I walked from south to north. Then, following the southern moat, I walked from west to east, and when I reached the southern moat, I turned back.
It was still dark when I left the house. The waning moon had disappeared between the tall buildings and the trees. There were still a few streetlights. But the streetlights seemed to be cold. They were bent over in a blanket of snow.
As I was leaving the house, I saw one or two people walking along the street. The doors of the houses, shops, and apartments were still closed, and the most lively of the shops were some tea shops. They had boiled water and made milk. They were baking bread and frying beans. Some customers, who had been waiting for the shopkeeper, were sitting on their haunches. They were really sitting on their haunches. They couldn't sit on the chairs. They had to sit on their haunches. They had their hands between their thighs, their shirts were tied around their chests, and their heads were covered with a scarf (just enough to cover their ears).
On the street, one or two horse-drawn carriages, the slow-moving vehicles of Mandalay, were moving intermittently. I don't know if they had just left the house or were just starting to get into trouble. The horses ran, their tails up, their hooves and hooves clattering, and they scattered dung everywhere. Pedestrians had to be very careful not to step on them.
After about two hours, I saw a house that was still awake. The large door in front of the house was open, and light was shining outside. Under the light, I could vaguely see a woman with a well-proportioned figure pulling out what I thought was a Buddha vase. Inside the house, a tall man, heavily dressed and with his head tied tightly to his side, was sweeping the floor with a large broom.
When I arrived in Chinatown, I was surprised. In the dim light, there were quite a few people. Not pedestrians, but people preparing to open the market. People unloading goods from cars, horse-drawn carts, and rickshaws. What kind of goods? It was definitely not vegetables, fruits, or flowers. It was still unclear in the dark, but under the streetlights, I could clearly see them. Rolls of cloth. Other magical items in packages and boxes.
In a place under the lights, I saw and heard a market full of vendors, equally as busy as the market, displaying their wares, looking at them, asking for prices, bargaining, and haggling. When I stopped for a moment and looked closely, I noticed that their hands were shaking slightly, and their voices were trembling slightly. But it wasn't because they were afraid of anything. It was just because the weather was so cold.
I was also feeling cold, so I walked briskly. I didn't come to study the filth of the black market, but for health and cleanliness, didn't I?
Thus, we have reached the moat corner (southwest corner).
There was quite a bit of activity around the moat. There were some elderly people and women walking at a leisurely pace, middle-aged and young men and women walking and running quickly, and young men and women running and playing.
At one point, I saw an old woman selling bread with a small stove. I didn't know what kind of bread she was selling, whether it was steamed bread or whole bread. However, I saw some children running around the hot selling area and playing and eating, and I had to control myself so much that I didn't get tired and eat. I had to keep walking. Only now did my body start to move faster and I felt a little cold. As soon as I stepped out, the cold wind hit my nose and my nose started to run, so I stopped. My cold fingertips were starting to warm up. I couldn't slow down. In fact, it was a place where I could walk freely, so I had to increase my speed.
Large passenger buses have started plying on the main road.
The pedestrians walk on the asphalt road, the stone road. The pedestrians walk on the paved stone road next to the moat. I walk when I walk down the road as I feel comfortable, and when I walk up the paved stone road next to the moat, I walk.
In the garden between the moat and the city wall, where neon lights shine, I see a group of children playing. Their voices echo across the water. Their happiness is contagious to me. They
I felt like running over to see them playing. At that moment, the neon lights went out. But the sounds of children playing in the silver mist still continued. I just kept walking.
The morning light emerging from the darkness is transforming.
In the eastern sky, red, yellow, and blue clouds are shining. Silver lines can be seen on the horizon. However, the ruby, gold, and silver colors from the east have not yet reflected to the west. They have not yet spread to the north and south.
We have crossed the Mingalar Bridge.
There are fewer pedestrians. There are fewer pedestrians. There is almost no movement of slow and fast vehicles.
The palace walls and moat that entered the scene were no longer vague. The walls no longer seemed like a line of hills or a line of trees in the darkness. The moat no longer seemed like a plain or the surface of water in the darkness.
I slowed down a little. Didn't I see beauty here yesterday? Not on the way there. The beauty I saw on the way back. The beauty that will forever be etched in my heart.
I want to see beauty again today. I think I will see beauty again on the way back from the East Bridge. I am imagining the beauty I saw yesterday today.
When I arrived here yesterday morning, the sun, smiling and smiling, was already rising in the eastern horizon. At other times, the sun, which was not looked at, was now looked at with a smile. As the lotus flower bloomed, the red, yellow, and blue clouds gradually moved aside, as if the upper petals were falling one by one. The silver lines that covered the clouds, the clouds, and the clouds were spreading out. The ruby, sapphire, gold, and silver colors from the eastern sky were reflected in the western sky. They also radiated to the south and north. In fact, the entire world was filled with ruby, sapphire, gold, and silver colors.
The colorful city wall is more beautiful than ever. Even the red bricks are not as they used to be. I can't tell if they are golden or not. The newly renovated blue walls are more elegant and refined. The original palaces, palaces, palaces, and pavilions are more majestic and yellow. At the foot of the city wall, an old tree and two palm trees, which seem to have been planted since the beginning of the Golden City, seem to be young and fresh under the rays of the gentle sun. The moat, which I had recently thought was like a plain or a water surface, has become a large mirror, reflecting the red sun, the sky, the city wall, and the palm trees. When the natural beauty and the spiritual beauty of the surrounding reality become one, beauty becomes the most beautiful.
I was thinking, "Yesterday, at that time, at that place, I was ruminating and enjoying the beauty I saw. Today, I want to see it again, meet it again, and enjoy it. I will definitely see it again with beauty. It is impossible not to see it."
I had been walking for a long time. I had come a long way. My speed should have slowed down automatically. However, because of my desire to see the beauty again, my speed did not slow down.
We passed the southern corner. We reached the Panya Monastery. We walked to the middle bridge of the eastern wall. We looked up at the eastern sky along the eastern road. The sun had not yet risen. However, the rays of the sun had completely broken the darkness. The snow and mist were still hanging, so we could only vaguely see the mountains of the Shan plateau.
I turned back and drove away. The desire to see the beauty again kept capturing me.
A man is doing a health exercise on the beach. He stops walking and does leg stretches, arm stretches, back bends, and back twists.
In another place, three sons, led by a father, were seen walking around chatting.
A large passenger bus drove briskly towards the market.
Oh... I have returned to the place where I met you yesterday. I slowed down and went to the edge of the moat and stopped. I looked east, turned north, raised my eyes to the sky, looked at the city wall on the other side, and searched for beauty on the surface of the moat. I could not find it anywhere. It was not the smiling red sun. The sun was not a face that was looking intently at me despite its youthful rays. There were still red clouds, yellow clouds, and blue clouds. But the red clouds were no longer the color of rubies, the yellow clouds were no longer gold, and the blue clouds were no longer sapphire. The clouds, the clouds, and the silver lines that framed the clouds no longer had the beauty of a lotus flower.
The renovated city wall is still majestic with its towers, towers, battlements, battlements, and blue umbrellas, but it is no longer as poetic as it was in the dim light. In the bright light, the cracks of the city wall are clearly visible. The old tree at the foot of the city wall is growing with a broken bone and a meditation figure. The old palm tree, with its trunk crooked and its leaves clumsy, stands tall and strong, but it is still weak and weak. When the true nature of reality is like this, it is no wonder that the true nature of reality reflected on the surface of the moat is so beautiful. Ah... I didn't see you today, my beauty. Am I late? Hasn't beauty arrived?
I continued on my way back, grieving and grumbling.
When we reached the Mingalar Bridge, we walked across the bridge and entered the garden between the moat and the city wall. It was a beautifully landscaped garden with shady trees, fruit trees, flowering shrubs, and flower beds, as well as places to relax, play equipment, and picnic tables. However, I could not find any beauty in that garden either.
When I reached the place where the Mandalay-Myanmar Railway crossed the moat, I left the garden and climbed onto the bridge. I paused on the bridge and looked up at the eastern sky. Then I turned north and south and looked up. I cast my eyes towards the city wall. I scanned the surface of the moat. But I could not find any beauty. I hung my head on the bridge in despair and looked at the clear water below the bridge. On the surface of the water, the rays of light were sparkling and moving.