ေႏြဦး

ေႏြဦး
ေကာင္းကင္ ၾကည္စင္၏ ေတာေငြ႕ေတာင္ေငြ႕ ေမႊးသည္။
အေ၀းဆီမွာ တိမ္ျပာမ်ား….
“ကေလးရယ္၊ ဦးႀကီးရဲ႕ တဲကေလးမွာ ဧည့္ခံစရာ ဘာမွ မရွိဘူး”“အိုး…ဘာလို႕ မရွိရမွာလဲ”
၀မး္နည္းေနဟန္ရွိေသာ ေတာင္သူႀကီးကို ပန္းခ်ီဆရာကေလးက တက္ၾကြစြာ ျပန္ေျပာလိုက္သည္။
“ဒီတဲေလးမွာ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ အၾကာႀကီးေနမယ္၊ ဦးႀကီးရဲ႕ တဲေလးထဲမွာ ‘ေႏြဦး’ ရွိတယ္၊
ကၽြန္ေတာ့အတြက္ လံုေလာက္တယ္”
SPRING
The sky is clear. The forest has a sweet smell.Far away, there are bluish clouds.
The old man said to the painter.
“I’ve nothing to serve you, boy.”
“Oh, why not? The young painter said actively to the old man who looked sad.”
“I’ll stay in this hut for a long time.
There is a spring. That is enough for me. ”
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