Thornbird - A symbol of the hidden evening

Non-figurative speech

The mountain breeze that came from the Aung Bayan forest tried to take away the heat. But he himself was caught in the heat wave and was feeling the heat. Even the birds that had been happily chirping “Kali Kali” since before dawn were now quietly hiding their heads between their wings in the shade of the trees.

But they couldn't stay still for long •••, the cold air returned, and they broke and broke, one by one, pushing the other.

The bird flew up to a height that could not be reached. As it flew, its wings flapped, its beak pierced, and the leaves fell, and the flowers fell. The worst thing was that the two birds, the young cicada and the new turpentine, fell one by one.

Then, the new "Sankar Pu" flowers began to fall one by one, falling to the ground.

At first, it was a bit of a shock.

Read one... Read two... Read three... Read four...

Those are the fallen flowers... and then they fall again, one by one.

One sip, two sips, three sips... cry...

When the buds fell without any substance and were just buds, as soon as I realized that this was "a typical flower, a leaf, a flower, a flower," I suddenly looked up at the tall trunk that was hanging over my head.

The bright Nae Chi Waterfall cascaded down from the young, green leaves of the old Sanka tree. In the background of the Nae Chi Waterfall, I suddenly saw the blooming Sanka trees and the blooming Sierye drinking the Nae Chi water. . . .

"Anthumali, without moving, is the one who buys the freedom of Matiyan's bow."

I am sorry, I am sorry.

"Sankar Shwe and Nyaungrekha Mu. . ."

At that time, the hibiscus trees in the Bodhi Tree complex were blooming brightly. The hibiscus flowers were not yellow like those in Poppa Mountain... they were white, with a faint hint of yellow at the base. They were Chinese hibiscus flowers.

The Chinese car is a symbol of the shadow of the temple. The mountain stream at the foot of the mountain is full of thousands of monkeys. The Chinese car is a tree. . . . The Chinese car is a flower. . . .

In the flowerbeds, the Chinese carnations are blooming... Oh... Now, in the Chinese carnation tree in the Mahabodhi Temple courtyard, the carnations are blooming. These carnations cannot meditate peacefully like the carnations on the mountainside... They are swaying and dancing in the rhythm of the music.

Today is the full moon day of Kason. The water pouring festival is being held quietly at the “Maha Bodhi” tree in the Bodhikone Pagoda compound in the Maha Nwe Sang area of ​​Mandalay city.

A year after the founding of Mandalay, in the year 1222, the Bodhi tree brought from Ceylon was planted in a large golden pot with five rubies and a thousand holes, and was donated to King Mindon by the king.

The Bodhi tree, which is now nearly 10 feet in diameter and over 50 feet tall, was only about 19 inches (1 meter) high on the 11th day of the first lunar month of the year 1221 when it was brought to Mandalay by monks from Ceylon.

The Maha Bodhi Tree, which has been growing and flourishing for almost 150 years, is celebrated every year on the full moon day of Kason. Famous bands from Mandalay perform day and night. The pagoda courtyard is bustling with vendors and restaurants.

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The sun was scorching hot. The shade of the old banyan tree was wide and cool. Those who poured water into the banyan tree were so happy... The shade of the tree and the water made all the heat go away. The shade of the banyan tree was so peaceful that they didn't want to leave it even for a moment. Then, at the foot of the banyan tree, there was no place to put their feet, and they began to move around.

A large iron tank was placed not far from the Nyaung tree, and water pumps were running loudly, filling it to overflowing with water. People who were doing meritorious deeds were also pouring water into the Nyaung water pots. . . . They rushed to get water from each other. When they got the water pots in their hands, they dipped them in the large iron tank, drew water, and then poured it on the Nyaung tree's brick altar.

When she didn't have to wait long, the cold water pot that someone suddenly came forward gave her was the one she saw in her eyes. But those eyes... were not the eyes of discontent and anger that someone else had not waited long enough for, but had received a pot of water in their hands.... It was the look of satisfaction that if the pot of water had been handed to her once, she would definitely receive it again. The look of possessiveness flashed in her eyes, and within a moment, she quickly dipped the pot of water that had come into her hands in the large iron basin and handed it to him. Thinking back now, there was nothing strange about her quick decision.... It was right.

In this way, holding a water pot, he pushed people to the foot of the Maha Bodhi tree and poured water on the statue of the Buddha in front of the Buddha image.... He poured water on the Bodhi tree and poured water on it, so that it would be soaked and the water would be poured on it, but it was not known that he was the one who brought the water to him. As a reward for his tireless service...

"What... what day is it..." he asked.

"Monday. Straight ahead," he replied, holding a small water pot and wading through the crowd to the eastern foot of the Bodhi tree. When the white marble statue of Monday was ready to be watered, he stood nearby and held out a small water pot. To pour water on the Bodhi tree, he waded through the crowd with difficulty and drew water with the pot.

People were getting more and more excited. He poured water again and the two of them poured water on the banyan tree nearby, and the people were so crowded that they couldn't get out. The water that was being poured around the banyan tree was splashing all over the place, as if it was the Thingyan festival.