Actually, I have read this story recently, not when I was a child. I want to share you about it. That's a story about a cat who taught a gull how to fly. Kengah was the gull's name. She was cast away in an area of sea that was pollutant by oil (some persons fertively pour the waste into the sea). Kengah tried to fly with her last bit of energy to the land and finally fell down at a balcony of a house. The host was travelling for a long time. There was just a cat at home. His name was Zobar. Kengah told to Zobar about her probelm. Before she died, she had given birth an egg and asked Zobar for help. She want Zobar to promise three things. Firstly, don't eat the egg. Secondly, take care of the egg until it hatchs and lastly, teach the baby bird how to fly. Although Zobar was not sure about them, he promised Kengah so that she was able to go placidly. Zobar found helps from other cats who lived around him. That cats' group gather together and help Zobar with enthusiasm to make his promises. They had many difficulties during the process. Eventually, the egg hatched and grew up day by day in love of cats who she call Mothers. The cats' group call the bird Lucky because she survived luckily among many dangers. The first two promises were done. The most difficult thing was training Lucky how to fly. The cats tried many methods but all were unsuccessful. Finally, they made an important and desperate decision that was always supposed a taboo of the cat. That is using human's language to talk with a person who was chosen carefully because it was really dangerous for the cats if they make a wrong choice. A bad person would have caught them for experiments. "A talking cat" would make sensation all over the world. Finally, they decided to choose a poet. After a shock because of a talking cat, the poet accept to help. In a stormy night, he took Lucky up to the terrace of a high building and drop her down. When Lucky had to face up to the true dangerous situation, she flew.

It is the harvest of rice here. There is a big rice field behind my house. At this time, people drive combine harvesters on the field to cut rice. The machines move up and down regularly and make the straight streaks of straw on the field. That make me think of a hairdresser who is using a hair clipper to shave all of hair on someone's head. There are three people on every combine harvester: one driver and two others for packing. In my day, I couldn't see people use sickle to harvest. They use machines. Although the scene when people harvest by sickles is really exciting and even romantic somehow but I also feel familiar with the image of the machines that move on the big field in every harvest season. These days, walking around the yard in the early morning is really comfortable. T he air is cool and to have a subtle perfume of rice. I like that smell. It is a typical smell of the rice harvest. Moreover, there are many sounds surrounding me. The chirp of crickets, the chatter of birds, the faint far away sound of some machines from the road that is behind the other side of the field. Some people talk together while they are walking for exercise on the street in front of my house. I like the morning. I feel that I enjoy life so much in the morning. Although the pandemic still surround our life here, I think I have a special opportunity to stay at home and rest, arrange my life, tidy up the house, discard many things in my house and my mind as well that are redundant and make my life heavy, choky and tired. I also have a lot of time to read books and learn many significant lessons from that. There is a huge store of good books on the Internet. That's wonderful! I'm thankful for that. Furthermore, this time is also a great chance for me to practice loving my parents. I'm able to cook for them, help them to do many tasks and beside them all the time. We talk, eat, work and watch TV together. Thanks life for giving me this time!

What kind of sounds do you enjoy listening to? Do you like the birds singing? I hear that sound everyday around my house, especially at the morning. When I sweep the yard and the garden, the little birds chatter on over the garden. We can just hear their voice but almost not see them. Sometimes I stop sweeping to find the bird who is singing or just to listen to it clearly. The afternoon is often rather quiet here. I like that sound of quietness. At that time, I may lie on a hammock which was put under the shadows of trees. Look through the branches, I see a part of blue sky that is so clear and far and I feel that I am really little. Every morning when I wake up, at first I often lie on my bed motionlessly and listen to the surrounding sounds. I'm always able to hear my father's steps outside the windows (he is exercising). That sound makes me feel comfortable. It means my father is still alive. That is the first good thing of a new day. Thanks for that! My mother is rather quiet. I can rarely hear any sound that shows the existence of her at the morning if I stay at my room. Sometimes she coughs or snores. That is also a good signs. So I am able to smile and talk to myself: Oh, my parents are still alive! That's great! Good morning, everything! Sometimes, I hear the beats of the pulse at my wrist when I lie face down and put my head on my hands. That sound is rather interesting and vivid. It is one of the rare signs that I can feel what is happening inside my body. The worlds being inside our bodies are always unknown by ourselves.

Today, there was an accident happening to me. When I was pushing my scooter up a low slope at the gate in front of my house, I got a slip. You know this time is rainy season here. It rains day by day. Moreover, there are a lot trees around my house, so the ciment yard is always covered by shadows. These are good conditions for moss to grow. Therefore, the yard rather slippery, especially after raining. That why I had a slip when I try to push the scooter up the slope. I should have ridden instead of pushing. It was my carelessness completely. At that time, I stood at the left side of the scooter, so when I got a slip, the scooter fall towards my side and I lay under it. Fortunately, I wore the helmet and it protected my head from injury. And because the scooter fall towards the gatepost, that made a gap enough for me to avoid being crushed completely. It was still enough comfortable for me to breathe, scream and wait for help. Only the upper part of my body (from my head to my waist) was stuck between the gatepost and the scooter. That was an unconvenient position for me to push the heavy thing like a scooter by myself. It must be a memorable experience to me. I imagined as if I was overwhelmed among a ruin after a earthquake and the only thing I could do were keeping calm and screaming for help. I was placed in that situation just some minutes but enough to remember forever. At first, it seemed that nobody heard my voice and I wondered how long I would be stuck in a status that was not wonderful. I was a little nervous but I hurriedly reassured myself that I was still able to breathe well. Everything was not too bad. I tried my best to call someone to help. Finally, my parents heard my scream and ran to my place to pull the scooter up and I stood up by myself. Everything was alright. There was no bone was broken. Only I got some scratches on the left side of my body from my shoulder to my leg. How lucky I was! I could have been worse but I was still alright.

I was stung on my forearm by a wasp while I was sweeping the garden. There was a little wasps' nest on an avocado leaf in my garden. It was a house of about four wasps. This kind of bees are known as bellicose, aggressive warriors. And I accidentally stirred up them when I touched the leaf and immidiately felt a pain on my forearm. I automatically waved my arm constantly and run away when seeing some wasps flied out from their nest. It's the first time I was stung by a wasp. Although that feeling was not comfortable at all (It's more painful than getting an injection), I also felt rather excited in that event. Maybe I tried to comfort myself by making a possitive feeling. The wasp gifted me a little red hole on my forearm as if a shot of injection but the kind of needle for drawing blood. I regconized some clear liquid like water on the hole. Maybe that was the wasp's poison. I hurriedly ran into my house and wash my forearm under a faucet and then dried it by a towel. Next, I rub a little oil on the sting and continued sweeping. However, the pain was not able to prevent me from peeping into the wasps' nest some times to watch those who attracted me with curious eyes. Acttually, they just attract when they feel the danger. The pain was gone after an hour. But the next day, my forearm was a little bit swollen. On the third day after the accident, the swelling was down, but I felt itchy around the sting. Now, everything is almost go back to normal. It's quiet interesting to observe that process. Although, this event is rather interesting, I'm sure I don't want to experience again. It's lucky for me when there was only wasp attracted me, unless I could have died with many stings on my body. I should be more careful when working in the garden.

This morning it's cloudy. The weak September sunlight penetrates the clouds coming to everything on the ground which suffered a few wet days. However, it's just enough to comfort the expectation for sunny days but not to dry everything. There are many dragonflies in the air about 10 meters above the ground. Dragonfly is one of animal forecasters here. People say if the dagonflies assemble at the low height, it will rain. If they fly high in the sky, it will be sunny. And if we see they fly at the height like today, it will be sunless. I feel that is true now. Plus, there was a little tip I heard as a child that let a dragonfly bite the navel, those who were bitten could swim. I don't know how that thought came into everyone's mind. When I was a kid, I tried doing that with a hope for a miracle. And then, I still couldn't swim without float. Anyway, that was a funny memory.