I was born and raised in a mountain town beautiful Peace. Name of town or we hear quite well them- high performer.

Day was younger, he used to say that my Ocean "high performer means windswept plateau". I have a question to him is why Cao Phong Duong called the windy plateau, because I heard strange how I saw it. Then he gently cups Ocean on my head, and then he explain to me like this: "High in the highlands, while Feng means wind, but the wind often blows up the mountain very strong, so new meaning windswept plateau ".

Many times I was not listening to understand a few percent of the interpretation, meaning that the philosophy of his self. Just know that, when strangers ask where we birth name is, none of us who speak tone is enormously proud: windswept plateau where they come from me-the kids are great .

Our house is close to Highway 6 runs through the town reach several hundred meters in grade 5 with three times I wonder why our home is not located near the national highway in, if you like we can go to school early more, hearing the first three just rubbed me, smiled, and said to me: "Because I do not like right next to the highway, so it will be very noisy and dusty, still in our house to rest still immensely, but the mother is always in need of quiet, great job drawing mother, too. "

Sometimes I realize that no one will know our house without going through flower field visits lapis wrapped around a mountain range that my father called with the name Sunset, hear, much less a beautiful name our town.

His little house we are in a field of flowers corner of the vast lapis, every spring on the small lapis flowers will again bloom fragile, filled with an endless field. And every time that people come here to visit and photograph will know of the existence of the house where we're at, the same time they did not appear surprised, because I know there is always the desire of them, they always want a quiet place like our home, they desire to be like us. Later take forever, I will always be proud of it, proud pride go throughout our childhood years.

My mother is a painter so she always chose the most quiet place, in every mother goes through the land, such as the mother will have time to brainstorm ideas for my work, I draw beautiful, deep my mother was always the most talented artists in the world. But that's just the nostalgic image of the mother of my childhood years. Since I was 6 years old, her mother died, cancer claimed her mother had stripped away, leaving the mother of three children lives us to a peaceful place to another, which mom called it Heaven.

There was a day when the flowers suddenly Searing lapis field, what the rolling dry brush, then lay motionless in the corner beside the easel.

Mother to Heaven that day. I do not need to know where the beautiful paradise, hell, just my mother's side alone, but never again.

I cried the union workers who put my mother in the town cemetery. Anh Duong was hugging me, despite my screaming, struggling, kicking, he hugged me, he was crying.

The day after his mother left an air of silent, gloomy, a gradual loosening pages in any place around the sky in our hearts each.

I still remembers the day her mother lying motionless on the bed in the tiny room, with a window overlooking the flower fields outside the large glass store. I sat next to her mother, to tell you the story crap at school on the town, she smiled and then said to my mother that:

"Do you know the meaning of my name but Yuri?"

"Yes, there is, sir!"

Mother's hands gripped my small, gentle smile said:

"Then she will go to a place far, far away ... where only the existence of the stars alone, the stars in the sky that the other distant ... she went on alone but I will not never feel lonely anywhere. Because I know Yuri's wise mother will never forget where her mother, three children and his Ocean again "

After then she cried, I sobbed follow.

I once had to visit her grandmother in occupancy, except you're really, except to say that every time I see I like to see that picture of my mother, which makes exchange less memory than the mother, except to say to me that "loved ones leave our lives in a certain perhaps, does not mean we will hide away, or forgotten them. If we just think of them in the most beautiful memories, they will always beside us, anytime. "

I always believe that foreign talk, so that after his mother left when I do not remember the mother alone, I still draw, drawing Quite a lot, because it's a passion that transmits to my mother, my mother wanted to make note of the unfinished dream of her life. I always respect that, as the meaning of the flower so delicate lapis:

"Forget me not (Please do not forget me)".