is now April, spring is still in the place of North America and Europe, but with incipient Australia on Thu, even thousands of miles hometown Father is hanging out in the Summer, the season of Red Phoenix where the school yard, season age students prepare farewell, put books into the compartment, dreamily along the sea breeze. 

N Ang! the drops fall on the sun terrace, sun dancing on cars, on shimmering lakes, cheerful sun runs on the trees, but sometimes a little bit cold, seems to lack a little sweet grapefruit scent of flowers, betel flowers, the scent of the soil, of paddy countryside, with a bit of urban smog. Sunny call memory, call injured, call the memories in our minds thought long buried in the bottom of memory enough for expatriates awake, wistfully.