The river bank (old people recount).

In 2001, when I was still young, over eleven years old, the green bamboo trees were shed on the dikes. In the dark nights, the winds blew, making the bamboo shoots fall into each other, creaking like a creaking sound. It's very scary, but the flip flops or the stripes go down the road to create the same echo as people are going to follow him, but the night went home grandmother must stick to his father or arrest him because go through the cemetery, fireflies blinded, sometimes even the phosphorus is very frightening.
The riverbanks are quiet for a day ...
Early in the morning when the villagers wake up at about 3am to start the market selling their own farm produce to the market town or other communes a bit far. Sinh is a bold person, vegetable growers should wake up early morning to go to the morning market in Phu Tho, which is fast active and so immortal that the story of her birth also. Watching everything but change in a morning market that every mention of her face changes.
- Tao also do not believe in ghosts, but now I have to go to the temple to burn incense here, children should also be careful ... {She often told before telling children in the neighborhood hear ...}
On the morning of the moon, asleep awake, unable to sleep, moonlight outside the bright cornfields in the garden, the wind gently blowing through the windows of the couple Sinh was sleeping, putting his arm down the bed, she decided to go to the market early, all the goods were prepared from the night before so the morning just wash up is starting to go shopping, Then the clock reaches 2:15.
Add a flashlight to the front of the bike, see clearly the road ahead, the light breeze is still lounging through the rim of the hat to cool cold fall to the shoulders, the car is still whispering But tonight was different
Suddenly the wind blew stronger than the laughter that made her startled again ... The other eyes are so close and she can see clearly that the eyes of the cows only fly flying see your body at all. Ms. Sinh sighed ...
The next morning, people saw Sinh sitting in the middle of a bush, there was no trace of it, it was impossible, and bamboo had a lot of thorns, when people cut bamboo to take her out, everyone was scratched by the scabbard, when told the story ends, the old man said, "In the past, it was the place to throw the head of cattle every time we village Assembly ..."
The car was still, the bin still lit but did not see any one in the chicken nearby
From there I shrink the rym every time I go here, although the electricity line is brilliant ...

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