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Thorn In The Heart

fall with its white dust water flying in the air, heard its thunder
sounds running into the wild forest, and listen the birds singing
in the bushes. The waterfall becomes brown-red of the raining
forest season, and the huge capacity of water is falling on its foot
to make the big wares lapping against the giant stones on the
dale and running toward the wild banks with the alluvium
muddy while the sunset is going down on the top of the hills.

The big football field always reminded Nguyen the image of
the Racing Elephant Hill which closed Mr. Huan house; there
was a place for the mountaineers racing their elephants for the
independent celebration day at the time of President Diem, who
was the first president of Vietnam.

The racing elephant hill covered by the huge green grass
carpet and the giant trees were spread on over the hill to
welcome the spring with a little chilly air in the early sun. The
Burrier spring runs winding on the foothill under the monkey
bridges, which the local people made to reach another side and
go to the forest.

It closed Nguyen’s house. Therefore Nguyen ran after the
butterflies under the warm sun and sang the wild songs that
came from his heart at the student age while the wildflowers are
a bloom on over the hill.

Nguyen never forgets the sensitive wild plants with their
thorns and light purple flowers, which grow and bloom on the
path shoulders in the raining season. The plant branches as the
rob climb on the reeds with the small green leaves were easy to
close by the touch or strong winds.

Nguyen had a habit of using these paths to go to Ban-Me-
Thuot high school and went back home in the Tran-Hung-Dao
resettlement after class. He likes to touch on the sensitive leaves
and watches them slowly closing such as a girl blush of shame
in the shadow of a litanies-leaves. At the time of the sensitive

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