Longvek Capital…. CE 1575
On the night of the full moon, the wind blows and brings the cold to the planet. People, young and old, are happily walking around in the pagoda, which is lit by lanterns. Under the rule and leadership of the Fourth King, His Majesty King Ramathibodi, the country was almost completely peaceful.
The boys scratched their hair and brushed their hair, while about four or five girls were sitting and listening to an old man tell a silent story under a Po tree in a pagoda lit by lanterns.
Ta Sorn, a master of rhetoric, recounts the founding of the great capital of Longvek, defends it firmly under the auspices of King Chantrea, and goes on to describe the mighty power of the fourth king, King Ramathibodi, the son of King Chantrea beat the enemy to scatter and did not dare to enter Longvek. The children listened intently and clapped their hands, shouting with a real smile from the heart.
A 16-year-old girl is listening intently with her voice, accompanied by facial expressions, her tone of voice, her grandfather's storytelling, and her ability to express herself, making her small. Due to the light from the lamp and the lantern, we can see the beauty of her pretty little. The hair is long beyond the shoulders, while the front part is split with sparrow wings. Silver and silver strings only. It can also prove that she is the son of a great man in this glorious capital.
The old man also spoke to the children in a weak, tired voice:
"Today we are tired and tomorrow we will be able to go home to sleep…"
The old man was about to leave when suddenly there was a voice that sounded like he was not tired:
"Grandpa has not yet talked about raising troops to attack Ayutthaya, I want to hear. »
The old man and the children turned to the sound source and saw the little girl standing there looking back without fear. He looked for a moment with a straight face, then suddenly turned into a smile and replied without hesitation:
"Little Pichra! Like having to go to the lantern tomorrow, can you come and listen to Grandpa here forever? »
When Grandpa spoke to her like this, Pich Ra looked at the beautiful lanterns decorated in the form of roses, candles, waxes, and incense sticks, then turned to look at Grandpa and replied with a look of regret:
"But…"
He smiled and walked closer to Toch Pichra, he exclaimed one by one:
"The story can be heard tomorrow night, but the lanterns can only be heard once, because the lunar month does not occur many times a year. See you tomorrow! »
The children saluted him and ran to play. Sros Thida Pichra followed him with a puzzled look on her face until she lost her sight and then she walked away. Manvi took one step at a time to the crowd, who were selling, buying cakes, and chatting from one place to another. As for her eyes, she is good at criticizing the lanterns in both tentacles without stopping, with a fresh smile. She backed up and looked at the road and suddenly hit a person, causing her to fall to the side, but luckily the lantern did not fall from her hand. She adjusted her attitude and turned to look at the people she had touched before.
He was a boy of her age and small, but he was a little taller than she was. He is wearing a dark gray scarf and a light gray shirt with a scarf around his waist and a lantern in his hand.
The young man walked over to the little girl and said soft and polite words to her:
"I'm sorry! That I walk carelessly! "
Taruni looked at him a little and replied with a normal feeling:
"Yes, it's okay!"
She walked away without looking back, our young man looked at her with a fresh smile and followed her from behind to the mouth of the port.
Old children, boys and girls, are waving lanterns, everyone is smoking. Lanterns float on the surface of colorful fading water
It floats along, it travels along the current, it emits a flash of light like a flashing tamarind, it flies happily.
Pich Ra walks into the waterfront where a few men and women are smoking. She looked at the floating lantern with a happy face. Suddenly, Manvi hurriedly picked up the carefully decorated lantern and wished to smoke. The light of the lantern in the hand of the diamond, combined with the lantern on the tree and the pillars, reflected the beautiful but dull. The oval face fits with large lenses adorned with thick black lashes that move up and down, small black eyebrows curved, and a parrot-shaped high nose with her orange lips. Pich Ra whispered almost inaudibly:
"I'm finally here! Father and mother! I'm sorry »
Sros Srey closed her eyes gently and her tiny orange lips moved together.
A young man approached her and turned to look at her with a fresh smile, showing scars from birth on both sides. Come and see Thida freshly.
Pich Ra also opened his eyes while an unknown young man was staring at her. She immediately turned to him with a puzzled face, the young man quickly closed his eyes as if nothing had happened. Not caring much, Noranath carefully placed the lantern carefully and wiped the water one by one to push the lantern forward. The strange young man fluttered the lantern and blew a whirlwind to bring the lantern closer to the Pichra lantern. Just being close to each other, they suddenly rejoiced, making Pich Ra turn to look at them again, while the handsome man turned to look at her. The two of them met each other's eyes and fainted. Sometimes it falls and the wind blows, it seems to wake up the young man and the young woman wake up and turn to look at the lantern.
(Sorry for my English translation) this story form my novel khmer language.