True or False

In the end of winter, the beginning of summer, the beginning of spring, I was thirteen years old, a young man The younger ones also did not give up, and finally, they came to have a fight with a child named "Haw Sa" from the village on the other side of the island.

The students did not do anything, and the letters written with rotten handwriting and heart-wrenching poems that the principal said would expel them from the school spread to the outskirts of the city. Then, twelve villages away from our village, on the other side of the island, a young girl with the magical name “Lwin Lwin Oo” met the little witch, and they became close friends.

The rope is tight, but Lwin Lwin doesn't deny whether he likes me or not. He just keeps on stretching the rope and swinging it around with a long rope. "Just touching the rope won't help, I'll have to touch the pot," he said. He pedaled his bike for four hours, fearing no ghosts or water, and he couldn't get out of the way. He just kept saying, "Your pot can't fit in my pot."

Anyway. I, who was determined to do everything I could to be a good person, spent eight hours a day riding my bike, exhausted to the point of tears, but when I met him, I drank the ginseng juice he had given me before he became a (still-being-a-thing) hero, and I felt like my heart was pounding and my mind was racing.

I can't stand it like this. I can't control my desire to stay close to you, to keep you close to me, to keep you close to me...

"I'll go with you wherever you sell fried rice."

With that, he went to the outskirts of the city, either on foot or by boat, and then took a two-hour journey to the city, fearing neither storms nor waves, and was content with the life of a paddler.

Although her parents were respectable adults, she was immediately drawn to the girl, and she followed her wherever she went, from one side of the road to the other, from one side to the other, without leaving a single step behind...

"Come on, I need some fresh fried rice."

I thought of that as fearlessness, and I would shout and shout in the street and be happy whenever I wanted.

Seeing this, the birth mother and father couldn't help but mutter, "Our faces are covered in soot"...

"The year this guy was born, the year our husband and I got married"

In the real world, a day that no one has set aside is set aside for the parents who gave birth to me, a blind child, but there is no misunderstanding between the parents and the child.

In any case, if I get a wife, I won't look away from anyone. As a thirteen-year-old young man, I have decided that I will do whatever I want, whether it's right or wrong. I have decided that during the hot summer months, during the season of the village's festivals and festivals, I will not only spend the day (but also at night), but also at local festivals and plays, and I will spend the night with my beloved magician, Hlaowsa...

"I don't think so, just watching the game"

You can sell it by the pound.

The reason is that the boyfriend and girlfriend are not yet together...

"I'm going to follow you because you're not happy..."

With that, she went to the party and fell asleep in the middle of the night.

"If the team is slow, it's enough for me."

With all the hardships of the hot, sunny, and hiking, she has finally reached the stage where she has to hide herself in a safe place, with the great conviction that she will never be found again, and that she will never be found again, without any ups and downs...

I haven't remembered this much yet. Even though the night is breaking, I can't do anything about it, and I'll just shout and shout if I break my grip...

“Come on... a cup of freshly roasted rice is worth it... it's worth it... I'll buy it.”

As he muttered these words, he stood motionless, motionless, in the fragrant smell of rice husks, like a dead monkey clinging to a branch.

In the meantime, once upon a time, my dear little girl,

"Hey, the prince is leaving, you keep selling rice, I'll go to the fairgrounds."

At dawn, the bride walked through the middle of the festival grounds, looking at the prince as if he were her husband. She entered the festival grounds with a cup of tea and a cup of coffee. She returned home at dawn, her heart filled with dissatisfaction....

“Hey, that actor is from our house. He is a rain-swept actor. The rest of the time, I don’t believe he drives a horse-drawn carriage in the neighborhood. You go and see, I’ll show you.” I know my people well. Only during the festival season, the Golden Actor. Yangon Takkan Phyo, Ota Lwin Mi (for example, if the name is the same, I won’t pay the fine), and when the stage is broken, it’s Nga Say (a sock-car driver) Po Towe, and the horse-drawn carriage driver Han Win. During the festival season, when the stage is broken, the people’s favorite Nila Lwin, the betel nut, and the whole thing is like this. Don’t you know, this is not right?

"Hey, that actor from the theater next to our neighborhood monastery hasn't paid back the loan he borrowed from my mother. He only shines on stage with lights. Go and look under the stage. I know he's drunk and drunk."

I myself was born in a neighborhood where actors were involved, so I know everything about the actors, so I can't blame or explain the actors' actions.

In the meantime, her prince seemed to be touching her tender flesh.

“Aung Ma, why are you still talking about my princes? You are a man over forty with the same face.”

That's why the cat and cat fight...

"Okay... I'm not worth fighting with you, so I'll just announce that we're breaking up."

He threatened me with all sorts of things, so I thought he was just a human being, so I finally avoided saying things he didn't like.

"I'm also a guy, so this girl must be the kind of actor she likes."

I would say sarcastically, "The house surrounded by caste groups is called Kyi Phyu's house." I would briefly return to the house surrounded by caste groups and walk around the house...

"I'm not a prince," everyone pretends not to know.

"You're so far from me... Ha ha," he said,

"I don't want to ruin the big stage," they said, and even though they tried to stop him with a toothpick and a comb, he didn't dare to deny it or speak out, because he was not without his mother's debt and was so blunt that he was only gently dismissed.

But human destiny is a mysterious thing. The owner of a new horror comedy troupe that was formed this year was not an actor, so when he saw me, I was so angry and upset...

"I found it, I found it, I like that kind of character, I'm looking for this kind of character, this kind of character, haha, come... come with me," he said, and then he was forced to join their troupe and was invited to dance. I was also thirsty, like a beer stein, thinking about becoming an actor. If I were an actor, that guy wouldn't be able to see me so beautiful under the lights...

"I'll dance, so what should I do? A leader, a dancer, a theater actor?"

The question was enthusiastically answered by the owner of the play...

"This year, our cast will be in Ramayana, and we will be performing Dasagiri there."

Speaking of which, I too know the Ramayana, which I have watched a hundred times...

The director responded to my humble refusal, "I don't want to dance with a big mask on."

"Don't mention that, our cast is new so we can't buy a whole set of masks. We've already bought masks for the main characters Rama and Sikha. As for Dasagiri,"

"So"

"With your face, you don't need a Badass Giri mask anymore. You've become a very scary, mysterious, and powerful figure with just one face. I'll give you two kyats a night to do it... oh... oh"

Audience... It's good to slap the actor who brought you here. Who raised such a beautiful child to dance without a mask for Dasagiri? She's talking with her mouth full of dirt. What can I say? The image of a dead man dancing with a stick is a little bit too much. I'm just going to slap my mother.