Selected Literary Works of Burmese and Chinese (No. 30, 2024).
Drafted by the Secretariat of the Burmese-Chinese Pen Pal Association
Indonesia International** ASEAN Literature and Art Myanmar
The past
(Myanmar) Gu Qi
I can't go back**.
The wind blows on the beach.
Youth is exhausted.
The waves of the Huangpu River are running and flowing.
Ten Mile Ocean Field is still foreign.
I miss you and the wind still blows to Shanghai.
It's raining. Is it raining in your sky?
"Spring Rain".
(Hong Kong) Zhu Yun
The spring rain is delicate and greasy, and she pats the windowsill to tell you: "Spring is coming".
I saw the clouds drifting by, the spring breeze and rain outside the window, slowly bathing the mountains and forests, she called one by one, woke up the branches to spit out new green, and she put on new clothes for the mountains and mountains.
The spring breeze carried the rain and descended into the fields one by one.
She let the fields open up and usher in sweetness.
The seedlings in the field are also stronger.
The spring breeze kept carrying the rain and came to the turquoise lotus pond.
Listening to the loud singing of the frog, Xin watched the lotus fairy dance.
Yes! It's beautiful! Seeing all this in the world, Chunyu happily plucked the strings of the stream and played a song of peace.
She wants to be on all continents.
Forever, forever hear this melodious singing .......
Sunday, January 30, 2024.
Oh, Burma
(Canada) Su Lirong
Oh, Burma, I love you.
It was also that night.
One evening sixty years ago.
The glorious southern capital of memory --- Yangon.
Dad took my little hand.
The family visited the Golden Pagoda together.
Sit quietly on a large white jade brick.
The pious prayed silently.
Recite low thoughts with a pure heart, and be compassionate.
Tell everyone's story for relief.
Repent of the sins of your heart and look for the light.
Only naïve children.
Learn to count candles with a clear mind.
It was as if the stars of heaven were scattered on the earth.
The flickering candlelight reflected the children's little faces.
Accompanied by childhood fantasies, laughter and laughter.
Better than the lark's song, better than the lark.
They chase each other and are happy like angels.
The chemistry of sweat.
Dena Ka Scatter an alluring fragrance.
It flows down the cute little face.
How unforgettable, gracious Denaka.
With a flick of his fingers, the year has passed.
How can I forget.
How dare I forget --- Myanmar, my hometown.
I was born in swaddling clothes, my cradle.
A vast land of beauty and abundance.
Yijiangshui once raised me.
In the early morning, the cooking smoke is thick and fruity.
The roosters and dogs barked, mixed with the sound of selling in the market.
The bell rings for class, the laughter of the children on the swing.
The morning bell on Mount Bobba awakens the sleeping earth.
The white sails on the surface of Yinyang Lake are leisurely dotted.
The city of Mandalay is bustling with traffic.
What a kind, natural, simple folk style.
But, but, oh, Burma.
Today you are sick, not lightly.
Please let us ---
Once a child in your arms.
Pray for you in faraway places.
Wishing you a speedy and healthy life.
Let the smoke of gunpowder disappear forever over Pugan.
Remove the clouds and mist, and show glory again.
Recover lost memories together.
and the innocent innocence of the children.
November 25, 2023.
"Returning to the People· Passerby".
(Macau) Xu Bin
It's been a long time since Shwedagon Pagoda.
It's been a long time since Ayeyarwady.
I'm from a distant city.
Flew back. Inya Lake on the outskirts of the city.
Make too many memories.
I worked at the lake.
Look at my father and uncle.
Competition diving. The lake surface is still a piece of sail.
Father and uncle.
Farewell to Inya Lake Farewell to Yangon.
Travel far to another world.
Return? I am.
This is the city where I was born and raised.
Passer? Me too.
I'm out of touch with here.
"Visiting the Uben Bridge".
(Hong Kong) Akai
Drunken Myanmar, a mysterious country, there are many famous monuments, beautiful scenery, people resound, the famous thousand-year-old immortal teak bridge, it is worth our visit.
At the beginning of March 2019, with the help of relatives and friends in Yangon, Myanmar, I contacted Sister Ruo'an (cousin's cousin, my cousin), who had been lost for more than 50 years, and my cousin Wu Wei and I embarked on a ......journey to Mandalay to find relatives in the centuryI also took this opportunity to visit the Ebony Bridge, a famous historical site in Mandalay, Myanmar.
On the evening of March 8, we took a luxury night train from Yangon to Mandalay and arrived at the Mandalay bus station at around 7 a.m. on the 9th. Due to the early time, the taxi driver introduced us to visit the world-famous teak bridge in Mandalay.
The Uben Bridge is a wooden bridge that crosses the East Taman Lake near the city of Amarapura in Myanmara and is 12-km (0..)75-mile), built around 1850, is believed to be the oldest and longest teak bridge in the world. The construction of the bridge began when the capital of the Ava dynasty moved to the city of Amarabra and was named after the mayor who built the bridge. The Ubon Bridge is unique in Myanmar and the world. It is the longest teak bridge in the world, and the Uben Bridge is not only an important passage for the locals, but also a tourist attraction, and most importantly, the wood used to build the bridge is said to have come from the former royal palace of Ava, and it is said that a total of 1,086 pillars stood in the water, some of which were replaced with concrete. While the bridge remains largely intact, there are concerns that more and more of the pillars are rotting. The Department of Archaeology of the Ministry of Culture of Myanmar, the Ministry of National Museums and Libraries plans to carry out repairs.
Take a photo on the bridge, cool phoenix blowing face, looking at the blue sky, and feeling leisurely
The Burmese people regard the Ubun Bridge as a "lover's bridge", and they believe that couples who are in love come here to pray sincerely, so that they can respect each other in harmony and love for a longer time. Morning light, standing on the bridge, watching the rising sun and looking at the blue sky, it is extremely enchanting; Walking on the bridge, the air is refreshing and the poetry is strong; Walking on the bridge and overlooking the sunset is even more flavorful.
"An Idler".
Xi'an) Ma Yuemin.
In September, under the warm invitation of the purple wind chimes, the dream of the idler's 'fairy tour' was realized.
On the first day, Purple Wind Chimes took us to visit the Mahogany Furniture Street. What a "street" this is! The main road is flanked by a number of separate lanes, flanked by shops, behind which there are factories and small workshops that process mahogany. The area of "One Street" is estimated to be 7.8 square kilometres.
Under the explanation of Purple Wind Chimes, we began to literate the knowledge of mahogany. There are 33 tree species of rosewood, which are classified into 8 categories: rosewood, rosewood, incense stick, black sorrel, red sorrel, ebony, striped ebony and wenge, and belong to 5 genera, including red sandalwood, yellow sandalwood, persimmon, bean and iron swordwood. Among them, the main ones are the genera Pterostilbene and Dalbergia spp. Xianyou is the hometown of mahogany in China, and the hometown of mahogany does not grow trees. Mahogany, from Southeast Asia, tropical Africa, and Latin America. When purchasing mahogany furniture, furniture made of wood other than the genus and species can not be called mahogany furniture by identifying the heartwood, color, density, structure and texture characteristics to determine its genus and species. Purple Wind Chimes basically know these mahogany, and those who don't know each other ask the shopkeeper.
Under the guidance of the purple wind chimes, we began to have an in-depth understanding of mahogany. Originally, Xianyou became a circulation and distribution center for precious wood and a production base for furniture parts in the country, relying on processing and offshore. Xianyou mahogany furniture is delicate and elegant, and the whole furniture does not use iron nails and metals, and completely adopts the traditional tenon wedge, plugging and fastening. In the Beijing market, where the consumption power of mahogany classical furniture is the strongest, "Xianyou works" occupy "half of the country." Xianyou is worthy of the name of "the capital of Chinese classical craft furniture"! China's "hometown of arts and crafts"!
Now that you've seen the mahogany, it's time to see the natural scenery. Xianyou is now under the jurisdiction of Putian City, among the 24 views of Putian, Xianyou accounts for 7, time is limited, and the purple wind chimes are selected for us to choose the Caixi Gully. She asked her colleague Fu Jun to drive me to Caixi. Leaving the highway, the car is on the sidewalk, and the sidewalk only allows two cars to meet, and there is a shop front on the side of the road. When the farmhouse is sparse, it is close to the gate of Caixi Rock Scenic Area.
It is rumored that the monk Zhiguang of the nine temples of Fengshan in the Tang Dynasty traveled to this place to practice, he did not eat the fireworks in the world, took wild vegetables as food, often washed vegetables by the stream, the vegetable leaves went down with the waves, the villagers at the foot of the mountain saw the vegetable leaves drifting on the stream, so it was called the vegetable stream. Yan Guanghan, a famous scholar of the Qing Dynasty, has a poem that says: "The waterfall is full of clouds and flying stones, and the stone room is opened, and the ten thousand mountains are dedicated to Yuhuatai." Visitors Mo Jiaoxi famous dishes, from the former stems and roots to the water.
Walking into the scenic spot, I saw the forest covering the sky, the sun shadow swaying, and the fresh air striking people's hearts. Walking up the wooden steps, accompanied by the stream, the stream is murmuring in the ears, and the scenery moves with the steps, which makes people feel leisurely and extraordinary. After about half an hour, the purple wind chimes stopped and took the medicine. Heart disease?! In addition to being surprised, I couldn't help but blame myself, I shouldn't have pestered her to be a tour guide! Tell him to slow down behind the palace, and we will continue to walk up. There are many small waterfalls, and we often stop to listen to the rhythm of nature. The sound of the rhyme is getting louder, like a chime like a flute, look up with the sound, see a long white Hada hanging on the rock wall, hurriedly climb the waterfall viewing platform, the sound of the chime flute is like a thousand troops, Hada becomes a water curtain, the water curtain flickers in the sun, the flying water splashes wet the clothes, can not stay for a long time. Looking up at the end of the waterfall, you can see that the waterfall is flowing out of a large hole. Above the cave, white clouds float in the sky, which should be a different scenery. Curiosity drives us to keep climbing. The mountain is gradually steep, there are few traces of pedestrians on the trail, and you have to look up at the end of the waterfall, and there is no echo when you shout purple wind chimes. Worried about her heart disease, we have no intention of going up, and the scenery of "the waterfall is exhausted and the stone room is open" has to be pinned on the distant "next time"!
There are parallel paths on both sides of the stream, and there are suspension bridges, stone piers, and stone bridges for communication facilities on both banks. The suspension bridge is swaying and elastic, and the stone pier has the feeling of jumping, each with its own interest, and each takes what it likes.
We met Purple Wind Chimes, and she walked up the stone bridge. Looking up from under the bridge, the sky blue coat seems to fall from the sky against the green background of a fresh and cute little fairy (unfortunately **damaged). The fairy took out the blue and white carpet from her bag and spread it on the ground, and took out fruit and other snacks from her backpack, and I began to recall the picnic fun of my teenage years.
Travel is inseparable from food. On the first day, we tasted the fish meatballs made by Purple Wind Chime's father, which were smooth and crisp, and the soup was fragrant. The next day, her father went to Xianyou Lai Store for us to buy Xianyou-style snacks - braised mutton. It is said that the raw material is selected from the local goats grazing in the Daiyun Mountains. Its unique cooking method results in an intact appearance and crystal clear skin. Cut the lamb into thin slices and serve with minced ginger, garlic slices, vinegar, soy sauce and ......It tastes fat but not greasy, cooked but not rotten, soft but not tough, no fishy and not fat, crisp and tender. On the last day, the purple wind chimes please eat sausages. In the large basin in the kitchen, the braised soup is soaked in a circle of sausages, the size of the circle varies from 150 to 200 mm, and the end of the plate has been cut into slices, each slice has a diameter of about 20 30mm, the taste is tough and crispy, fragrant but not greasy. Looking at the incision section, layer by layer is tightly layered. At that time, I was like, what do you do? The long small intestine cannot be cut, and the slippery small intestine is dragged and required to be put together layer by layer, and it must be turned into a circle.
I haven't figured out a good way to ...... yet
Annex I
Every time the passing river remembers the invitation, it is not full of sorrow.
The bright moon gold cup can be a companion, but the two worlds are far away.
2021 On the eve of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Annex II
Maomao 100-day festival
On May 17 of the year of Wei Xin, Ma Yuemin, a literary friend, would like to pay tribute to the spirit of the Chinese female Shi Mao Lin Ying with the rhyme of poetry and writing
Woohoo, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping. The moon is dark and bright, mourning the female history, riding a crane to the west. The sky is mourning, and the rain of tears and the spring rain fall together; The British withered its beauty, and the sound and the flowers existed.
Reminiscing about the history of women, master's degree from BGI, with the screen name Wind Chime, and the nickname Mao Mao. Born in Xianyou, studied in BGI. Research Exchange, World Chinese. Founded**, Half-Volume Book Network", with its own strength, supported the platform, promoted works, and wrote**Half-Volume Chinese Network" was operated while sick, and died of illness for a long time. Remembering the history of women, loving the country and loving the hometown, treating people and things, being polite and righteous, serving the society, serving China, realizing dreams, brilliant sunrise, although the light is separated, the spirit is immortal.
Inherit the will, our generation rises, the soul has a soul, come to taste. Alas! Vovi Shang Fang!!
Editorial Department of Myanmar-Chinese Pen Pal Association.