The first time I heard the lion drum
I have never seen lion dance in real life Ho Quoc Khanh - a young student from Xuan Dang, tightly held a new lantern. On the wet ground, the raincoats were as thin as a crow's wing, and the students jumped in line to play with the drum. Tonight, in the midst of the flickering rain, the sound of the lion drum resounds and the eyes of black and leaking leaves burst into tears. The first full moon night of her life - for many children coming late, but it was really full.
School C72, Anh Dao Kindergarten has 44 students from Xor Dang. All week, the road to the village is soaked with rain, rocks and soil, and streams are full of water. Despite the long road, the pickup truck of the Tra Tap Commune Police Department, Da Nang City still sluggishly overtook the slope, carrying lanterns, candy, new clothes, and school supplies. The serious daily faces of the police officers suddenly suddenly became gentle: some gave cakes, some poured milk, some held drums to instruct children to practice simple dances.
The children get to interact and interact more, and are much more bold, Ms. Nguyen Thi Kim Tan, a teacher at Anh Dao Kindergarten, smiled. This activity also supports some necessary learning materials something we lack all year round.
Major Thai Viet Kham - Commune Police Department stood under the porch, his raincoats were covered with water, saying: "We just hope that the children in the C72 peak and Tra Tap highlands will have a warm and complete Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish you to study better, so that you can be more confident in each month.
Bringing the moon back to the village
Leaving C72, the group went back around to Tak Rang school (village 2). The sky collapsed quickly, thin fog covered the mountain back. The clear laughter arose when the union members organized games and danced with the children. From the corner of the yard, a girl tightly held a new shirt, running while looking back at the loose plastic sandals, her face lit up with joy, when she played sparkling lanterns for the first time, breaking the Mid-Autumn Festival...
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Tang Rang, the bustling atmosphere is enough for adults to forget their worries about the rice fields, enough for children to temporarily sighe at the long distance to the school. Small cake packages, paper lamps, a few new seems simple clothes help make childhood in remote areas less rough.
"We hope to bring children in remote areas a meaningful Mid-Autumn Festival, a healthy and joyful playground," said Ms. Ha Hong Duong, Secretary of the Youth Union of Tra Tap Commune agencies. "And above all, it is a word of encouragement for them to persevere in their studies and exercises".
Late at night. The moon is hidden behind the clouds. The children hug gifts, welcome lights, and dream of going to class tomorrow. On the way back, the convoy of vehicles crossed the last slope, but no one said "etished". Because each smile in C72, in Tak Rang, has momentarily lit a warm fire in the hearts of adults.
