Is live.

She believes life is a mirror, it reflected all of the action or of the soi. She believes every person is a white paper, righteous and pure. Just we truly, good with people, we will be treated as such. But day after day, she knows life is a colourful paintings.

It is the yellow of regret, sometimes as the sardonic, black of the sadness, the roads are named despair. It is red of grief, loss, endless blue, take the sad, reach ... next to the green hope, peace, pink, dreaming of happiness.

For long, the news or the selfish, he hates, the Joneses, fight, plunder, murder ... not just strangers with strangers in the whole family, brother blood with pus ... somewhat reminiscent to the people picture and a warning about a class of people "being" or "character" spoiled culture of personality. All are gaming record label on the can or in the narrow life of yourself making her depressed and having to say "don't believe, don't believe".

But luckily today is that she has caught the moment brings life's gray image, its tonality white tears and pink, Orange, blue, warm, heartfelt, the hope of the heart.

She figuratively looking ahead, looking back, vehicles, people who rushed to the Office, to school but then she, too, was on the sidelines in the middle of the bridge, jump off the bus and wait. Xiêu crooked gait, run run, small stature of stuff she goes out as willing to pick out the dangers that vehicles run lukewarm water on par to carry his stuff for not giving her a veil off and stop. She waited about 2-3 minutes then they slow walk, which came close to her.

An elderly couple or someone? She was unknown, their appearance caused her to confirm. His stuff with a silver beard and hair bunches of euphoria like that in addition to 90, obsequious instruments hand-she's beyond 80,
xiêu gait crooked heart. The road is still long and long, the way they're going where she is stopped, not appropriate for her to stop asking questions or long double as she usually does.

She looked them in the eye, and enough leisure to perceive around her small face, namely, Wrinkly, pale lips, hands to run run do the equivalent of lottery tickets on hand also run by making her heart not from phấp phỏm and touched. She only knew hastily and taking 100,000 sheet 5 sheets of lottery tickets. She clearly takes 50,000 sheets fast and then "thanks, thank her and go ... Her heart bursting with heavy, just wear gloves, tape look like xiêu's between the lines of the car.

And then she realizes, in front of a man who was in the car and waited. She discerned any mild pleasing but figuratively, she runs back when men that buy several sheets of lottery tickets for the two instruments. She inserted her tools in the hands of two Vietnam travelers with which she had in a coat. The man told her tool, put money in the bag, she thanked, not stop the tears. When two small humanoid then continues his journey, he turned to her and said, '' Are run that saw the two vehicles, also crowded, dangerous too! Don't know the stealth star ... ". She looked at him smiling, and then say goodbye, go ahead ...

She remembered the times when mother was sitting eating, an old man selling lottery tickets go to, she also wanted to buy help but my mom said, "You can get out of it?". She knew she could not carry the burden and help all the impoverished lives.

She had the dream, but she seems to have never had the ambition and determination to strive for a "rich" to do as she wishes. She was not ambitious enough to resolve to change their lives. She is very happy and just desire a peaceful family, happy, full, a simple dream but a luxury for her.

She runs the Nguyen Van Troi, stopped the car and waited for a red light, the upturn. After she had stopped a red light here, the first time she saw the Buddha, fat, fuzzy faces with a smile, plucking on the top floor of the temple opposite.

She realizes everything has its reason, just as we want to find out, would like to believe. And she believed he was still alive to take pride in yourself, believing in the blue, pink patches on the way his life is going to go through and believes that she is ....

'' I know that every work comes to life, every gesture, even though the action may seem fleeting, sometimes bringing the lessons, or emotional experience extremely valuable. And I know you had a great morning of sense though it makes my heart heavy, with very private life ... ' END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY THICH CHAN TANH.WORLD VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST ORDER=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUNS=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.21/10/2012.NAM MO SHAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).