Tara Min Wai - Song Number 1001

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( A)

When I was young, I once answered a question incorrectly at school and then got it right.

When I say this, it's going to be a bit of a shock to your ears. I'll tell you a story in a roundabout way...

This is it.

One day, the teacher taught me the proverb, "Pots that are not full of water make a racket," in conjunction with human nature.

It's not just this proverb. There are other proverbs as well. And they asked me to rewrite those proverbs from memory and also to write down the lessons I learned from them.

He crossed out the correct and incorrect books that were piled up on his desk... and read my book too, and his eyes widened.

"Boy..."

I also pulled my pants back up, giggling and giggling... until I heard a loud noise.

"Ja"

As an elementary school student, (depending on the situation), I speak fluently when I want to, and I don't speak fluently when I don't want to...

The teacher stared at me with big glasses.

"Answer...what happens to pots that are not full of water?"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Okay...so what kind of pots don't make bangs?"

"Ah..."

**I laughed as hard as I could.

"The teacher said, 'Master, Master,' and said, 'Sir,'"

The teacher's eyes widened.

"I taught you because I know. What I'm asking is... how did you answer this?"

I also made a face of disdain...

"The teacher said yes, and your answer is also correct..."

The teacher frowned and fell silent again. He thought for a long time.

Then I didn't say anything further, I just crossed out my answer.

Just before school ended, he came to see me and smiled faintly. I don't know how big his smile was.

It's like Mona Lisa's big, beautiful head is coming straight ahead...

The teacher

According to the proverb, "A pot full of water makes a noise," I was asked to write a short lesson about " A pot full of water does not make a noise. "

The answer I gave back then was simple. Except for not writing as the teacher asked...it was really simple.

"A pot without water will not make a sound," he wrote. The teacher quickly and concisely corrected the truth.

After many years of separation, that teacher and I... met again in a city. We remember. When we met

They both burst into smiles.

The teacher

"Oh... Now that I think about it, your answer is even more correct than the answer we specified."

Then he asked, “What are you... doing now?” I answered with a grin.

"Oh...I'm writing a letter, sir." The teacher smiled again like before.

(B)

I mean, since I was a child, I 've had to show off those kinds of abilities quite often in my life.

I still think about it when I have to eat boiled eggs without salt.

"' Hey, hen, if you just add a little salt to the corner of the egg and give it to me, it'll be done..." I don't know how much pain the hen would have felt if she only knew.

(C)

When I was in fifth grade, I went to a dance at school. A giant monitor in tenth grade, which the entire school was afraid of, was dancing.

This student is a big guy, and he has a bad face. He jumps around and yells, and some people are even scared of him.

I'm not afraid... I threw my hands behind my back and watched this big guy, wondering what was going on, (I was watching from the stage) when the dancing monster raised his fist and stomped his heels and shouted... I felt sick. I also watched the way he dressed up to look so proud and scary, and my eyes followed him.

So...I followed the giant across the stage.

The audience below the stage was also stunned. A child in the corner of the stage tiptoed behind the monster, and the whole theater went, "Oh..." "Oh..."

"Huh...what happened?" he shouted.

The monster (not knowing I was behind him) stopped dancing.

There I ran and hugged his back...

"Click, click...click."

I vomited up everything I had swallowed and threw it at the giant with a vengeance.

"Ah...heh...heh... .stingy, heh.heh... what are you doing...heh...heh...ahh"

Unfortunately, he was also a very itchy monster. He struggled clumsily, clumsily, and he was left with a limp...

The audience below the stage also looked on in surprise at first, then burst out laughing, their guts clenching.

The monster and the concert hall were destroyed. That monster didn't trust me either.

The next day, when I saw him at school, he was doing a lot of punching with his big fist.

"If you do it... you're going to die..."

Everyone asked around.

Everyone was wondering why the monster was dancing like that... I don't know why, but he was acting like a monster, so I couldn't help but want to punch him...

(d)

I'm that kind of guy. I'm a historical person, and I'm beautiful. When I was young, I loved playing soccer, and when I grew up, I wanted to be an artist.

But...it's impossible. I'm so in love with this little girl called Art that my heart is bursting with love. She doesn't even acknowledge it.

But I'll keep trying. I'll keep writing my notes with the same hand that used to stab the monster. (I'm sure some people will lose their temper...)

But I can't.... The worst of the worst, the best of the best.

(E)

"Now.. I've gradually matured in life. As I walked up and down in iron shoes one by one, my back even got a puddle, and I spent time holding on to my self-confidence."

Right now...the thing that's been bothering me is that I don't watch television. I don't really know what's going on in the world.

We don't have a television at home. Even if we did, we wouldn't watch it. The new town I live in has very few power outages.

So one day, as I lay on my pillow, I thought about books, about people and about the world. How can I own them?

While I was thinking like this, I saw a crow resting in the coco tree in front of the house.

The crow is a delight to watch. It is not a creature of pain, but a simple creature. It looks around, shaking its head and neck. Its gaze is as sharp as it is quick. It is alert, as if it can't trust anything in the world, and it intrigues me.

So...I started making friends.

"So... Ko Shwe Kyi Nyo"

(F)

He... looked around at Baby as if he was about to faint. He didn't seem to think I was calling him.

"Ko Shwe Kyi Nyo... I'm calling. From home..."

Then he turned to look at me.

"Did you... call me?"

"Well...yes, come on...come inside, let's have a little chat."

He came to rest on the window sill. He tilted his head at me---

"Ah...why are you constantly looking around...I want to know...if you can tell me, please tell me."

He turned to look at Bebe again. And...

"I can't tell if you understand if I tell you."

He looked at the books next to me, as if observing. Then

"Oh, it's not bad, I'll have to discuss it with you, okay?"

"Yes." "I've been suspicious of the great thing called life for a long time."

"Uh...uh...why?" Shwe Kyi Nyo coughed. Then

"If I had to say why, there are many reasons. Yesterday, while resting on the fence over there, I... I was thinking about it."

" The reason I am suspicious of life is because "The number 5 in the bakone is Thursday, the number 4 in the va-lone is Wednesday, and if you write the word "life" in numbers, it becomes 54. 54 is the number of the section of the suspect."

I scratched my head too. He was still saying yes. I asked him again what I wanted to know,