Journalist U Thein Maung - Myanmar Police History

The flowing waters of the Salween River, shimmering like silver under the moonlight on a full moon day, created a delightful and nostalgic atmosphere. The fragrance of wild flowers carried by the river from the dense forests and mountains, which were blocked by the river, also spread out.

On a quiet night, under the moonlight of the Salween River, looking at the silvery water of the river, and smelling the fragrant scent of wild flowers carried by the cool breeze, a figure peeking out of the window of the house was also reflected in the moonlight. That face, illuminated by the moonlight, was the face of a young woman, elegant and graceful.

The face, bathed in moonlight, gazed with delight at the silver moon shining brightly, surrounded by the flowing waters of the Salween River and the stars, and occasionally smiled with a cheerful expression. In that quiet night, under the moonlight, there was something strange and strange about the beautiful face of the young woman, who leaned against the stump of a large, burning yam tree in the courtyard, not far from the house, and gazed with loving eyes at her, her duty and the encroachment on someone else's territory. He had no idea of ​​the danger that would befall him if the owners of the house where the young woman was seen breaking in, and he just stared at the beautiful face from the window without looking away.

Leaning against the big tree stump, he smiled with a sincere heart, and sometimes he seemed to reach out to the house and call, and sometimes he even pretended to touch the window. While he was in this state of love, he was restless, even moving around in his arms, when a pleasant and pleasant melody came from the window, and the man leaning against the tree stump listened, remained motionless and peaceful.

"Bright, bright light, blooming flowers,

With glory and light, with the light of the moon, with the light of the sky,

The waves are full of joy, the waves are full of joy,

How beautiful, how

He rules over all kinds of animals, and the people in the rain take advantage of the situation.

The divine lotus, the lotus of the sacred lotus,

"The glorious palace of the Lord, the

The music that came from the window, mixed with the wind and entered the veins, as if it had entered the heart of the quiet listener, and it was cold and gentle, as if it had been carried into the heart of the listener. As she was listening to the music, she closed her eyes and listened to the music that continued to play, feeling a sense of ecstasy. She did not know when the music would end and the sound would stop. She heard the tinkling of bells from the monastery at the foot of the mountain and the long, long, and terrifying barking of dogs. She rubbed her eyes in a daze, but instead of seeing the beautiful face, she saw only the closed window. The man who was leaning against the tree stump also looked at the closed window as if he were in a state of despair, and after a while, with a gentle, longing expression, he slowly and carefully left the tree stump.

The moonlight was as beautiful as a peacock. The sound of the bells from the pagoda in the monastery courtyard at the foot of the mountain was faintly heard, echoing with the gentle breeze, as if it were a symbol of longing and sorrow. The water flowing in the Salween River was also shimmering and shimmering with the gentle breeze under the moonlight. The house where the beautiful face, full of charm and auspiciousness, appeared was silent, gradually becoming more and more obscure behind the person who had left the tall tree stump.