On the sidewalks, cold city, mountain rain fades, and few passers-by stood stay, look bleak skies, purple blue lips, eyes thoughtful Church in dreams!
No one said anything, as alien to each other between the metal steps, narrow short rush to stop the ball to each other. Faint space being hilly attachment down for conditioning more streets. Each person occupies a corner reflecting his own, afraid somebody interject fun, this kind of shit private. On the Hill, and look down the Valley, the trail Pasty nhoẹt, grass trees hid filled up, going deep in the reeds the Bush, to his death-between forest green; No one saw the live somewhere between the deep green of thousands of canvas,-of the three brothers lived Close.
But the light is not sufficient to determine the time, afternoon sun knows Hull are tired of cold gas within the plateau; worker picking tea, coffee gardener, viscosity and cowardice of clothing workers, are about to catch up with the dinner. Body plastic bag holder cover the beans just mót is, afraid someone sighted. But also the coffee pickers workers hired, but now each mót droplets fell in plantations, keep tossing fear detection, slander steals. Previously air produced get stems, because do not reach the productivity, due to illness. From his mother's death, his father left home when the brothers Themselves not 10 years old, the body tries to raise two children. At one point to the results of the pagoda to ask rice about me; at one point walking his two children go pick up scraps in the cafeteria. The two children came of age in the school, not learning. Dear brothers, please go to the grass and rented, still not enough to live.
This morning, passing the scene familiar pagoda, where every Sunday, bringing two children to see the youth of families living Buddhists. Two children enjoyed, laughed toe toét look you guys played great games; look at the youth of the siblings, brother Dear fragile dresses look back to his filthy, the urge to thuồng is clearly shown in the section on eyes. At one point are referred to for tortillas, today the guys hanging the flag, flying the Buddha in the wind, banner strung horizontally with the words:VU LAN XIAO REPORTED. Relatives recalled at his mother alive, was also taken to attend Vu Lan here. One year my mother died, my brother can't get ai brought to the temple.
The rain dear granular, Relatives rushed to grocery stores, the key upon which the coffee beans. She hosts the accent Inn trẹ, don't put on weight as always, Justices: not yet a sign, two cans of rice next time. Relatives nod, Lady, let me ask a few burned to light up for my mom.
In the hut, the smoke thin paper walls, two round Rack em Stems are cooked with boiled vegetables Cook forest; These bright eyes had bags of rice, rice-eating the reo: isn't it you, Yes, I've been to-trunk responded.
The altar is located on the old plank's mother picked up the edge of the forest. Pictures mother hoen half due to rain water seepage. Loved looking at my mother confided: Jesus. Vu Lan back on, we do not have her mother brought to the temple, but I always have my mother in common in this hut.
Themselves down near streams, plug the incense with flower petals onto the forest's shady forest mother's headstone voluntary turtle but without success.
The two brothers moved rice with vegetable sauce dish placed on the ground. Dear surges a cup onto the altar; incense smoke rack around as expressing her crush on the certification of herds children. MOM-rice Seeds behold, I give her human mother, please, Spread Artichoke season households maintained for three brothers live by day in this hut with her mother.
Outside, the horizon remains cloudy cold, wind and mountain snow on tree tops jungle wear slightly wet, such as the lament of Chu died out during the holiday season, the silent confession sounds like a familiar looking where his mother's family.END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTMENT.WORLD VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST ORDER=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=THE EIGHTFOLD PATH.NAM MO SAKYA MUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.31/7/2014.
But the light is not sufficient to determine the time, afternoon sun knows Hull are tired of cold gas within the plateau; worker picking tea, coffee gardener, viscosity and cowardice of clothing workers, are about to catch up with the dinner. Body plastic bag holder cover the beans just mót is, afraid someone sighted. But also the coffee pickers workers hired, but now each mót droplets fell in plantations, keep tossing fear detection, slander steals. Previously air produced get stems, because do not reach the productivity, due to illness. From his mother's death, his father left home when the brothers Themselves not 10 years old, the body tries to raise two children. At one point to the results of the pagoda to ask rice about me; at one point walking his two children go pick up scraps in the cafeteria. The two children came of age in the school, not learning. Dear brothers, please go to the grass and rented, still not enough to live.
This morning, passing the scene familiar pagoda, where every Sunday, bringing two children to see the youth of families living Buddhists. Two children enjoyed, laughed toe toét look you guys played great games; look at the youth of the siblings, brother Dear fragile dresses look back to his filthy, the urge to thuồng is clearly shown in the section on eyes. At one point are referred to for tortillas, today the guys hanging the flag, flying the Buddha in the wind, banner strung horizontally with the words:VU LAN XIAO REPORTED. Relatives recalled at his mother alive, was also taken to attend Vu Lan here. One year my mother died, my brother can't get ai brought to the temple.
The rain dear granular, Relatives rushed to grocery stores, the key upon which the coffee beans. She hosts the accent Inn trẹ, don't put on weight as always, Justices: not yet a sign, two cans of rice next time. Relatives nod, Lady, let me ask a few burned to light up for my mom.
In the hut, the smoke thin paper walls, two round Rack em Stems are cooked with boiled vegetables Cook forest; These bright eyes had bags of rice, rice-eating the reo: isn't it you, Yes, I've been to-trunk responded.
The altar is located on the old plank's mother picked up the edge of the forest. Pictures mother hoen half due to rain water seepage. Loved looking at my mother confided: Jesus. Vu Lan back on, we do not have her mother brought to the temple, but I always have my mother in common in this hut.
Themselves down near streams, plug the incense with flower petals onto the forest's shady forest mother's headstone voluntary turtle but without success.
The two brothers moved rice with vegetable sauce dish placed on the ground. Dear surges a cup onto the altar; incense smoke rack around as expressing her crush on the certification of herds children. MOM-rice Seeds behold, I give her human mother, please, Spread Artichoke season households maintained for three brothers live by day in this hut with her mother.
Outside, the horizon remains cloudy cold, wind and mountain snow on tree tops jungle wear slightly wet, such as the lament of Chu died out during the holiday season, the silent confession sounds like a familiar looking where his mother's family.END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTMENT.WORLD VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST ORDER=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=THE EIGHTFOLD PATH.NAM MO SAKYA MUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.31/7/2014.
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