1 ONE MORNING
In that sunny room, small weeds, and a few pieces of paper crisscrossed with graphite, but when you look closely, it turns out to be a soulful sketch, gathering small things that seem to be Dan's only hobby outside of housework hours. Who would have thought that it would have formed a future golden pen with a different version of the word? Peaceful and lively are the two most accurate words to describe her. Our eyes are attracted by the cold, simple expression emanating from her facial features, and her skin, while vivid is her soul who lives to perceive this world in secret.
Every morning, when the first faint sunlight awaited on the distant half-dark and half-lighted forest, the "safe..." the window was opened a little, leaving a soft, almost unreceived cry first essence. The old, heavy window carries the smell of rotting wood, rushing into the breath is the smell of old things that have stood firm in the face of endless summer rain and rain, rushing straight into the room to help Dan's fragile soul. comforted, but that door was never according to Dan's wishes, especially when in the rickety wooden house, when everything was still asleep, the space was so quiet, Dan was afraid of waking her family who was sleeping. A ritual that has been repeated for many years, from the time the ethnic girl... was a girl, that's when she accidentally realized a beauty - a beauty like a shuttle that rotates over the years, every day Opening the window, Dan again admires a picture painted by an unknown artist in the sky, whom Dan wishes to meet because of his talent. Holding hands on the window frame, trying to close my eyes to catch the sunrise, witnessing the transformation of everything in the light - a colorful life is blooming in front of my eyes, slightly dry lips automatically bloom a lovely smile, every morning she gives life a most beautiful smile.
Gently tiptoe, each movement is as gentle as a shuttle moving on the ink, if we don't know that the girl wakes up early to have breakfast, we will probably think of a thief sneaking in and sneaking in. home. Before the thick clouds in October, melting in the sunlight, in the fresh air of the mountains, a cool thing is blown into our lungs, absorbing a layer of cool, astringent skin on the skin. a kind of early winter breath that is gradually changing itself. Quickly, hug a bunch of firewood from under the house to the house, leaving behind the frost of heaven and earth, the house of mountain people always smells like the scent of fresh mountains and forests mixed with the rusticity of forest wood. perennial spread in the air, there is also the warmth of a family, and the house must be cozy to be home. Lighting the fire, putting the pot on the hanging wire, turning the jar over, measuring the rice, and blowing the rice, Dan quickly completed each job, as smoothly as he had done hundreds of times. Holding dry hands over the burning coals, the rice is gurgling, and the smell of rice on the terraces is fragrant with the essence of heaven and earth, in the fragrance, we can smell the plasticity, the seeds are whole and soft, the fragrant rice makes Dan's belly. cried out of hunger.
Morning meal with knitting is probably the lightest job, she eats in silence, just waiting to see if anyone has finished 1 cup waiting to ask for more. The sunlight penetrates through the square on the roof and shines on the floor, that streak of sunlight and knitting like glass sees the bare dust, each dust particle competes to dance on the stage with a golden shine, and the dust makes the dust shine. The stage lights sparkled and shimmered, and there was a mischievous part that slid from the roof to the ground. They are so free!
"Hold on to the rice, mom and dad went to the fields all day today." Dan's father said as he finished the last piece of rice, then stood up.
