Memory

Not fixed, the distant silhouette a shimmering any color innocent too. I glimpse the boat on the river suspended particles. Sunday afternoon sunshine. The children threw herd laughing eyes back on the smooth green grass hillside levees. Silver colored clothes were worn brown sun wind. Despite increased appetite was launched only a little, rough dry August day ... But the more violently it caused by someone other skeptical look at a child's eyes. Does the old days, he does not heal bottom pants is sure to hit up the search for the hot summer afternoon? Does green chasms between land of sun, still want to listen to the flute of soaring kites flying high - send skeptical color legend dreams ... commercial trade is only a childhood far away ...

I try to imagine, after soaring coast of the bamboo roof high seven scented smoke is also not so familiar of the lone woman hardy, hard? It's great place, if someone can not realize was this: Where cherished growing up again on July silhouette of the sea brought peace. Who knows after that hard like rice and clothing, they smiled rather the anxiety and grief. O go fly kites high winds no children. Fly to the new horizon May uttered startled look down. Far then, set a headline piece in the sky baby blankets scented kitchen chickenpox.

I run between an array of sparkling colors of sunshine yellow. Immense, opaque white .... Then I also find their own corners to see that not spark off. One color only, white. Remember affordable, wind is also blowing paddy small house after the poor countryside. One question that life, busy with wholesale so hard to have a familiar. Hardly bear to let the tears fall. Every effort brought the life riddle. Training sea rushed into hidden passion somewhere very deep, to themselves they can not accidentally get out ...

Sacrifice a astonish between identical wings like waves. Heading family aircraft, wind. Sacrifice and forget. August exists only on the warm love for all. I nestled into the newly fallen dry leaves fell on the pavement. A winter, and will be followed in spring, summer ... Who obviously forgotten what the vicissitudes of life? it also shocked, astonished, frightened ... have to leave ...

I sometimes have too much paint on their own lines for things that I would live to see out of this. But, then suddenly realize how much the foot of one of the most remote rural places, quiet day with her mother waiting back stubborn child.

Land where guests, Made of ... gloomy horizon swimming angle, suddenly crave pumpkin soup bowl in her gentle hands.

Van Giang