Khin Hnin Yu - For what reason?

In a novel, you can stop where you want, but in real life, you can stop where you want.

It doesn't mean I'll leave it.

"We will inevitably feel and experience the consequences of everything we do."

These are the words of Saya Aung Thin. Ma Shwe Eain reads the words over and over again. The words of Saya Aung Thin are simple but full of meaning. She accepts them with pleasure. In the first paragraph,

“You can stop where you want in a novel, but you can't stop where you want in real life.”

These verses show the nature of not being possessed. Yes. If you stop where you want to stop in your life and get there, there is no such thing as being possessed. Being possessed. If you can't stop where you want to stop, you have to keep going in this life whether you want to or not. And if you stop in life, you will stop at the most beautiful, most youthful, most brilliant time. You will be defeated. Why do you want to live until you are old and have to give up everything?

The next verse is, "We must inevitably feel and experience the consequences of everything we do."

I like this verse more. Every time I walk past the monastery, I hear the students sending their love. The sound of the love is in the end.

"Kamāsaka - only one's own good and bad are their own property"

The teacher's words and this love letter are closely related. He fully supports the Buddha's logic that causes and effects. All the good and bad things we do are causes. We must experience and feel the consequences of these causes as if they were inherited. They are our own property. He closed the Sampae Phyu magazine containing the words of Teacher Aung Thin and did not continue to read it.

His friends would not know where he was, in the house where he lived, that there was a Ma Shwe Ein. He wanted to show them the verses of Saya Aung Thin. Ma Shwe Ein lived in a small house with thatched roofs on the middle road of Pyinma village. Her house was a long stilt house, overlooking the village road. The school where she worked was a primary school at the top of Pyinma village. At first, she thought about going to Pyinma village by bicycle with other teachers from Taung Dwin Gyi. Now she lives with Dwey Lay Bu in Pyinma village. Dwey Lay has no children except for one daughter. Her husband has passed away. Things are going well for her. It is also close to the school. Taung Dwin Gyi and Pyinma village are about 4 miles away.

Every time he went to his school, he would go from the village school to the monastery. The chants of the young monks

“Only your own good and bad are your own.” I always heard the chant. When I heard these voices, I thought of Khin Mya Lin and Ruth. They were his two best friends when he was at university. These chants were not foreign to him. He grew up in Myanmar. Yes. Taungdwin was Myanmar, a Burmese town in the Anaga region, the township where four prominent figures in Burmese literature emerged. These voices were not foreign to him, but Ruth had heard them. Khin Mya Lin would never hear them again.

Dwelay Booma has a small shed in front of her long-legged house. When the sun is out, she dries rice, beans, and sesame seeds in the shed. At the top of the shed, she has planted three pots of roses. She puts sesame seeds in the roses. She waters them every day. The roses bloom in one pot and in another, so she can feed them every day. At least one flower blooms.

For drinking water, Dwey Lay Bu Ma and other villagers go to the village school in the evening to fetch water. For drinking water and watering the lotus, Ma Shwe Eain herself draws water from the public well in front of the house. They have two young people and Dwey Lay Bu Ma can live with them.

If you plant a tree near the fence, the dust covers the leaves. You can't water it. That's why he plants roses in Kapyin Oo. The dust on the village road makes it impossible to reach the roses that are far away. Ma Shwe Eain takes care of the roses and the kitchen. After cooking, she goes to school. Ma Nge goes to the fields early in the morning. Sometimes, Dwey Lay Bu Ma said.

"Girl, you always put roses on the Buddha, but you never put them on his head?" The little Buddha didn't answer. Before he buried his life in this school, the flowers bloomed. He remembered the days when the flowers bloomed.

Elementary school was a class of young children, and every morning he saw their innocent faces in green long-sleeved shirts and white shirts. The rest of the time, he remembered the story of "There Were Three Friends."

Actually, he was not a childhood friend. His childhood was spent in Taungdwingyi. He met Ruth and Khin Mya Lin at the university. It was not as dusty as the village road. The dark asphalt road wound around the school, the leaves of the kankaw and the water chestnut were dripping with emerald juice, the grass in front of the Malasaung was laid with a green carpet and welcomed him. The time when he had to go up. .

I don't want the little boy to see it. He was so handsome. Every morning when he went to school, he would have a rose in his hair. He would wear a long-sleeved white shirt and a tie. Sometimes he would wear a simple Japanese long-sleeved shirt with a flower pattern. He would never wear high heels. He would wear leather shoes and thin silk sandals. He would wear silk shoes at school receptions and at presentations.

“Ha...ha, this is a mountain guide.

"Your Majesty, look here. The princess has come out of Ma Shwe's house."

Khin Mya Lin often plays with Tae Tae Tae.

"Yes, that's the style of this house."

"A person must have their own style."

“I think it's a style from the era when Sri Ketsara was founded.”

The mountain cave is close to the city of Vishnu.

"I don't know if the Vishnu queens will join in."

"Taw, Lin is also looking for popcorn."

"I often talk."

Ma Shwe Eain is not angry. The three of them have been a couple that has attracted the attention of students since they started dating at school. Not because they are too cute, but because they combine three different styles.

Ruth is a northern Shan woman. Her mother is a Kasham woman, her father is a mining engineer, and her English husband. It was not the era of blouses. She wore sleeveless shirts and bras. It was the late nylon era, the era of American nylon, Japanese nylon, biscuit nylon, glass nylon and brocade. The silk, cotton and other fabrics were not yet in fashion. Ruth was a lady and sometimes wore blouses and short skirts.) When she dressed in Burmese, she always took care to match the color of her high-heeled shoes. The handkerchief tied around her waist smelled of Chanel perfume. For evening events, Ruth wore black lace. She had a western face and her mother's Shan blood.

Ruth's face, a combination of pale skin and yellow skin, often glows in the night light.

Lin also wears the same top and bottom, shirt and long-sleeved shirt when she goes to school. The colors she chooses are light and soft. For night parties, she wears dark-colored silk with silver embroidery and gold-embroidered brocade. Lin shares the same room with Ma Shwe Eain. She is busy with work when she is about to go to school. Ma Shwe Eain has not gotten up from the game yet. She is still studying. She takes a shower early. She can’t finish washing her hair. Her thick lips are full and her high cheeks are still slightly red. She always uses makeup on her face, which is fair. She doesn’t have short hair, but she has to style her hair in a bun. Then she picks out a set of long-sleeved shirts and long-sleeved shirts from the box, and if she likes it, she throws them on her bed. Ma Shwe Eain gets up from the table and takes a shower, but she is not finished. After applying makeup,

He went out to the school classroom, his clothes scattered on the bed. The old one was full of clothes to wash.

In the evening, after school, while Ma Shwe was ironing and cleaning the room, Lin Sutthi

“I’m late. I’m going to take a shower. Please fix this bra because the clasp is loose.” “Let’s go put on a new one, Lin. What’s the big deal?” “Oh… I’ve only got old ones. I’ll wash them. Only this one is new. Lin is not feeling well yet. Ko Tin Myint is waiting in the living room. He’s very diligent, no one has come yet.”

She grabbed a towel and rushed out to take a shower. Ma Shwe Eain was the one who put her bra back on. When she came out of the bathroom, she had to apply makeup as usual. Then she took off her clothes.

"Please put the clip on the back."

Lin turned her back. Ma Shwe Eain had to fasten the bra back clip.

"Is this the reason you're wearing this shirt and tie?"

Lin turned her body forward and backward. Ma Eain was right on top of her.

“Come on... come on... come on,” Ma Shwe Eain said as Lin walked out of the room. “What’s going on, Ma Shwe Eain? The clothes are scattered on the bed.”

Ruth entered the room.