Khin Swe Oo - Rain and Water

Just as water does not dry up when it rains, it forms water in the world, and water also becomes "rain" because of water...

Similarly, the concept of "politics for the citizens" emerged, and the peace and prosperity of the citizens of the country depend on the proper conduct of the country, May Khin...

So, brother, when it comes to working for the good of the country, please don't let your tears make you cry, and don't let your tears make you lose your cool...

xxx

These are the words that May Khin's brother said... "Brother" or "Ko Ngwe Khaing" often said this.

No matter what Ko Ngwe Khaing said, May Khin's life was all about crying for Ko Ngwe Khaing.

Occasionally, Ko Ngwe Khaing would comfort May Khin in this way.

“In the world, apart from our country, the one I love most is May Khin. Just as rain becomes water and water becomes rain, so too can May Khin survive because of me. We are like “rain and water” who depend on each other, May Khin.”

May Khin will never forget the words that Ko Ngwe Khaing spoke to her in a eloquent manner. They will forever be engraved in May Khin's tender heart.

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On the waning days of the lunar month, the flowers bloom and the rain falls in torrents. Diamond-like, diamond-like raindrops fall in torrents, and the rain blows and blows.

"Come, rain and wind, come, Kason full moon..." As if children were singing a song, the rain and wind were playing happily with the flowers.

The white jasmine flowers, which are scattered among the branches of the emerald tree, are blooming in clusters, while the remaining lotus flowers from Thingyan are also waiting for the rain to come, covered in golden nectar.

The red diamond flowers are also competing with each other for beauty, with their bright ruby ​​blood and the purple blood of the blue-violet flowers.

The evening twilight, after a few showers, was beautiful. The leaves, buds, and buds were covered in the scent of jasmine, making them green and fresh and pure.

In a suburb of Yangon, there are sturdy, rambling houses with their own courtyards. The courtyards are not very large, but they are filled with a variety of flowers that bloom according to the season.

The yellow hyacinths, which are planted in almost every yard, were in full bloom, competing with the jasmine, hyacinth, and hibiscus trees.

May Khin was bored and went out into the yard for a walk.

The bamboo trees that lined the fence were lush and green, perfectly aligned. When they reached the bottom of the purple-flowered sycamore tree, May Khin was lost in the beauty of nature...

"Here, little girl."

"Mother"

May Khin was suddenly startled by the other person's call.

"Oh... are you scared?"

The other person asked kindly.

"Yes... yes"

May Khin, still not completely calmed down, answered with a sigh. Standing tall beside the bamboo trees on the other side of the yard was a young man with curly hair and a dark complexion, tall and strong, with a firm and composed face.

"I apologize."

May Khin didn't know how to respond to the gentle words spoken to him. His eyes were bright and piercing. His jaws were strong. His prominent, straight nose made his personality stand out even more. His broad forehead and protruding ears showed his sharp features.

His clean lips seemed to show his determination and determination. His short but strong neck had large, muscular shoulders.

What was most distinctive were his eyes, which, under his thick, black-rimmed glasses, seemed to peer into the heart of another person. The black sockets of his eyes, under his thick eyebrows, were large and bright.

"A piece of paper fell out of my book, would you please pick it up, sister?"

He said, holding up a book with a thick cardboard cover and a light blue cover, written in English.

"Yes... I'll pick it up."

May Khin lightly picked up a blank piece of paper that was floating in the grass. She saw notes written in neat handwriting on the paper.

“Thank you.”

"No problem"