Ashin Sumangala (Sagaing) - Light purple

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Seasonal

In the book of selected poems and poems signed by ‘Selected by U Chan Mya’, we find many seasonal compositions by ancient poets. When the twelve months of Myanmar are numbered one, two, three, and four, Tagu month is at the beginning. The true nature of Tagu is summer. When summer arrives, poets describe the beauty of summer. When summer arrives, we hear the sound of a horn. We see the beauty of the leaves and the stems of the trees, big and small. And the beauty of summer is heat. Once, that heat was more prevalent in our country. Now, I can’t tell if the heat has spread its flag and spread across the country.

"It's only a small pleasure, if the time comes."

In Taw Waganai, Somtha Myaing

The leaves are not strong, they fall and change.

The burning,

I am weak and weak.

"I can't help it, how can I be strong?"

"The poet U Ya composed a poem about the heat of summer. Let's just say that the poet's era was not yet as peaceful as it is now. The natural forests had not yet been destroyed like this. If the poet had only seen the heat of the present era, he would have thought about how he would have composed it.

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The symbol of rain is the raindrop and the raindrop. The beauty that comes with rain is the water of the Taung Kyaw stream and the green fields. In the rainy season, the village of Taung Ka Chaong also joins the village. The traditional work of the farmers and the lifestyle that is based on that work are also the most vibrant in that season. It seems that the beauty of the world also struck the hearts of the ancient poets.

"Because it's raining"

Happy planting and harvesting

Called a petty thief

With friends who are blindfolded

In the open fields of Thaman

I'm going to get off at the station.

The city of Murachin is a city of people.

With the same sweet melody,

A little bit of cold oil,

"I have to go back before I get home."

In a poem called "Moe Taw Lham Chin," the poet beautifully depicted the forest customs of the young people who were cultivating the fields and the rainy season.

"Little Thabita"

The hotel is covered with oil, the whole house is covered with oil.

The hill is small,

With a red head and a watery face

Pali-like

The hair that falls on the head

The office is a little bit too small.

"Small flower heads"

The singer continued to compose. In that group, we see the graceful beauty of a group of farmers who are planting seedlings in the flooded fields, holding a seedling in one hand, and the beauty of the hair-covered frog resting on their necks in a neat knot. Nowadays, the "hair-covered frog" has become a rare decoration. Even in our ancient times, we did not see the hair-covered frog very often.

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"This winter is colder." We've been hearing a lot of talk lately. In fact, we've experienced colder winters in the past few years. But I guess it's human nature to think that the most important problem is the most minor one. In winter, there's always snow and ice everywhere. It's always freezing cold.

I had a happy childhood when I was allowed to wear the warm clothes and hats that my mother had bought me. When I was young, the symbol of winter was the stove. In our area, it was customary to pile up bean sprouts and make a fire in the early evening when it was dark. Sometimes, the pot of bean sprouts that my mother had bought me was on the stove. I would open it every now and then to see if the steam was coming out of the pot and if the bean sprouts were done. Sometimes, we would roast the glutinous rice and eat it. When we didn't have anything to buy from the city, we would bake the chickpea sprouts and eat them. When there was nothing to eat, I would think that sitting by the stove was still missing something.

When I arrived at Sagaing Mountain after wearing the Korin robe, I saw two large flower gardens, Gow Thazin and Sein Thazin. The Gow Thazin flower garden was quite small, so picking flowers was the smallest part of my job. Sein Thazin flower garden is located next to the pagoda at the top of the mountain. That garden is hard. Every time I went up to the garden and picked flowers, the snow that had fallen all night would wet my feet, hands, and robes. It was cold and wet. The great monk U Toe said -

"No sunlight"

The flower-like tree, the land and the enemy

The green leaves are green, the rain is not falling.

The spring moon is shining, the time for the harvest has come.

"They are drinking the snow and rejoicing, and they are blooming with blossoms."

He also described the sedge as "the sedge of glory, fortune, and gold," which is not worthy of ordinary civilians.

"Pan Sint Pan Pyan, in the name of the title,

The high mountain of Weiyang, the beautiful mountain of Taining

Mayor's letter, without a scroll

Hidden market, do you see anything for sale?

I want to die, I want to live, I am so impatient.

"He will be punished."

He even said.

The sakura tree planted in the corner of the temple is also in full bloom since winter has arrived. When it blooms, its fragrance can be felt from night. The petals seem to melt if you rub them with your hands. The small red stems and the white, sakura-shaped flowers are picked with one hand and put in a bowl of water. Then, they are poured out of the bowl and put in a plate. After placing the sakura tree flowers on the Buddha, they go down to the cave to eat alms.

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There were two poets named “Shin Htwe” in the history of Burmese literature. One was “Rawai Shin Htwe” who wrote “An Chin” about 55 different hair styles used by Burmese courtiers during the time of the ancient Bagan dynasty, and the other was “Shin Htwe Na Thein” who became famous for his jubilees. Their biographies are starkly opposed. “Rawai Shin Htwe” was a female poet who came to Innwa from Taungoo, while “Shin Htwe Na Thein” was a male poet who went from Innwa to Taungoo.

Shin Htwe Na Thein was among those who fled from Innwa to Taungoo, fearing the wrath of King Narapati of the Golden Age. When Shin Htwe Na Thein died, King Nyo found a letter under his pillow. The season was the end of the rain and the beginning of winter. Everything he saw in the cool evening was hazy and blurry. When he looked towards Sagaing, he could see the Ponya Shin Pagoda faintly through the mist. He could never forget the winter evening scene of Innwa. That poem, written with nostalgia for Innwa, is also a famous poem by the poet.

"The goddess is beautiful."

The aura of the blazing flame, the instrument of the

Yellow, white, red

A collection of beautiful, elaborate, and beautiful paintings.

The sun sets, Wa Shwe is the land.

The semolina is wrapped in a blanket, covered in semolina.

Ponyataung oil, Rilyeetmalin

Ma Win Am Moi, Sagaing side

Appearing with a sword,

The islands, the palace,

"The wind is slowly turning."

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When winter arrives, the sun moves in a southerly direction. The days are shorter and the nights longer.

"If it's winter, it's the beginning of the season."

If the sky is blue, if the sky is blue,

Turn right and go.

The day is short, the night is long.

"It was a long journey."

"Said 'The Prison Chief Nawaday'."

I have never seen such a scene of snow falling in large piles in my home region. I have never seen such a scene even in the cold winter of May. However, in a place in northern Myanmar, I have learned through photos and videos that there is such a scene, where snow is tightly packed on the tops of trees and roofs of houses.

"Pearl egg snowdrop"

Scouting air return

My Lord Heman

Good luck not dying.

I'm just being human.

"The winter of emerald oil"

In a song by U Punya, his winter was colder than the winter we know.

"That's cool, Wazira."

Bad eyesight,

Velvet blankets,

"It's about ten thousand."

He said again.

“The snowflakes of winter are like diamond teeth. They are as sharp as diamond teeth. They are so cold that they are covered with thousands of velvet blankets.” It seems to me that the saying is more than enough. However, I don’t think that the poet should be called “too lenient” just by saying this. Such spots are really necessary in seasonal poems. I also think in the cold winter that the beauty of the season is fully revealed because of these spots.

Daily Eleven

19-1-2017

Book Nine - The Poets' Collection (Maung Suta)