My village

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My village

Early on, people's lives continue to rush like lemmings ago. All around us were walking through the mechanism of the machine as it seems that life in a community that is separated from natural fathers kept to a social life into the city every day, "Namkrajan" is. the name of the village is located in the city of Songkhla, a small village on the village side of the area, which has a semi-urban, semi-rural. Because the arrival of a steady stream of continuous improvement. The village is in a good position in the strategic development of the province, so it is not surprising that many things will pasts into the village. But even with the pace of the city to take over people's lives in the village, yet it also has a traditional way of life. Unfolding like a grandmother, grandfather generation to the new generation learned to touch each other in a way. Of course, the kitchen is still produced in the agricultural sector. Although young people are turning their backs on the arable heading to the industry. However, the nature of which is still breathing. The new generation is based on the life of the forest plantations, fields, streams continued to provide benefits to the people in this community. Although the village is not farming full required amount of water in bulk.Morning, old people are still heading to the farm fields, forest plantations, but young people are headed.
Back towards industrial mechanic is an entirely different way. Young to middle-aged people, some people still hold his occupation is farming, gardening, the main income of the family. Main Line Canal and one of the village people still see the value of it in a way This canal originates from the mountains to join the Angels until the end, capitalizing on the canal.
Although the forest will be cut down conversion to plantations or residential. But there remain some areas of the forest, remember the days of this country. Part of the area was sold to the capitalist owners to sell out to the front of the soil cover, which is a pity. I stopped eating at noon, abbeys, quaint scenic mountains Angels to another one. One stroke was sitting with the elders who take the food to the monks were told about the

old times back to the grandchildren, I heard that. I was like a natural on the abundance of money, you can not live without poverty.But is likely to have much money, it is difficult in the absence of a natural fall. Because money does not buy everything itself.Grandmother tells a story that dates back to the early evening in the garden of an old farm. On the way home, there will be an exchange of products that just keep coming all the way from the farm garden as a way of sharing. The new generation does not know how many people will inherit the culture pretty good these out.In the evening I walked down from his Angel Abbey via the ridge path quite a lot more convenient than ever before. Because of this, the Bureau has set itself.The end came on the other side of the hill Library Kan Rd is on the front of close to a group of young people in the village parking lot, a plastic football. I think that in mind, it is the perfect blend. Behind the scenes is a library that is the way the children are used in various fields of knowledge. the foreground is Food is physically Exercise itself Not far from the Library Kanjanawanit Rd.The field of the House water distribution. People walk holding the cow walking together wheelers. I guess in my mind that I may walk while talking to the cow and said. "This round will win the bet, because many people are" just a few days ahead, I know that the Bulls will win or lose. Today the weather is very hot, I want a big tree to sit under the shade of a rest before heading further into the village. Along with the huge tree is several years old. Enough to live his shadow, relax, relax them. This area was the old train station late Post - modernism on the railway line has not been canceled. I take the train to school in the town of Songkhla regularly. The State Railway of Thailand to announce the cancellation of the railway line on this. Since 2521, I saw a small group of 4-5 people with a small football ground under the trees along the walk as it was to become. Soccer tiny village to the next, and it may become more Spender My most genuine, but to give it a go.If we live with nature by Cheryl lived together, it will be the sustainable exploitation of no one.
I walked steadily to the east until he reached the cemetery of the village. This is not alarming as in the past because of the priest's office act in a graveyard atmosphere to warm it up.Buddhism has never gone away from the heart of Thailand. As well, the village had people come to hear you preach Dharma regularly is another spiritual center when external conditions are chaotic. After a lot of sun and a chance for a walk-bellied really. I used to walk to the main path.
The village is lined with rubber plantations are worth one kilogram can not afford to buy even a single bowl of noodles.
Oh .... I see you, my old man I met on the first morning to explore the village. When I go out to the garden Now I was returning home I got a fellow there. He complained to me that this year's dry season arrives so fast it dries crops to die but I complained to the manner of farmers absolutely nothing on social consumerism.I think we reached a crossroads along the way. I was thinking in my mind that I was lucky to come to experience the atmosphere of a 3-day 3-night rain did not stop the younger generation does not have the opportunity to experience. Now, because the rain falls, it falls a stop and consider what the moisture is not lost heart.
Early on water as a counterpart.This evening the housewife who peddle were busy with a side dish with fish to cook for dinner, many households hold a new problem all the hassle by buying ready-made soup in a bag. each bag has only 20 baht a bowl and eat sheep bag. But many families choose to cook the produce of the land and the water. Sitting in circle eat a reunion, it also has to be seen to be somewhat less. I went to his nose, sour smell of fish frying pan from the house, which houses one of the neighborhood. Electric starters in the stomach really well. Butler Group is the same group began talking about various trivial after all of the work on the farm. The park and the city Of course, things did not go to waste in the conversation was "alcohol".
House reunion parents grandchildren grandfather grandmother circle, then ate a warm heart. I feel hungry up immediately and urged me to hurry home to eat with my family sitting around it.
Before going to bed that night, I was also impressed with the good stuff. With many images that have occurred in my village I have seen today. The story of the community who may not know, and which I never knew. I want my pictures Those are a couple of my community to another, so long as the "Namkrajan".

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My village

 

Early on, people's lives continue to rush like lemmings ago. All around us were walking through the mechanism of the machine as it seems that life in a community that is separated from natural fathers kept to a social life into the city every day, "Namkrajan" is. the name of the village is located in the city of Songkhla, a small village on the village side of the area, which has a semi-urban, semi-rural. Because the arrival of a steady stream of continuous improvement. The village is in a good position in the strategic development of the province, so it is not surprising that many things will pasts into the village. But even with the pace of the city to take over people's lives in the village, yet it also has a traditional way of life. Unfolding like a grandmother, grandfather generation to the new generation learned to touch each other in a way. Of course, the kitchen is still produced in the agricultural sector. Although young people are turning their backs on the arable heading to the industry. However, the nature of which is still breathing. The new generation is based on the life of the forest plantations, fields, streams continued to provide benefits to the people in this community. Although the village is not farming full required amount of water in bulk.Morning, old people are still heading to the farm fields, forest plantations, but young people are headed.

Back towards industrial mechanic is an entirely different way. Young to middle-aged people, some people still hold his occupation is farming, gardening, the main income of the family. Main Line Canal and one of the village people still see the value of it in a way This canal originates from the mountains to join the Angels until the end, capitalizing on the canal.

Although the forest will be cut down conversion to plantations or residential. But there remain some areas of the forest, remember the days of this country. Part of the area was sold to the capitalist owners to sell out to the front of the soil cover, which is a pity. I stopped eating at noon, abbeys, quaint scenic mountains Angels to another one. One stroke was sitting with the elders who take the food to the monks were told about the

 

old times back to the grandchildren, I heard that. I was like a natural on the abundance of money, you can not live without poverty.But is likely to have much money, it is difficult in the absence of a natural fall. Because money does not buy everything itself.Grandmother tells a story that dates back to the early evening in the garden of an old farm. On the way home, there will be an exchange of products that just keep coming all the way from the farm garden as a way of sharing. The new generation does not know how many people will inherit the culture pretty good these out.In the evening I walked down from his Angel Abbey via the ridge path quite a lot more convenient than ever before. Because of this, the Bureau has set itself.The end came on the other side of the hill Library Kan Rd is on the front of close to a group of young people in the village parking lot, a plastic football. I think that in mind, it is the perfect blend. Behind the scenes is a library that is the way the children are used in various fields of knowledge. the foreground is Food is physically Exercise itself Not far from the Library Kanjanawanit Rd.The field of the House water distribution. People walk holding the cow walking together wheelers. I guess in my mind that I may walk while talking to the cow and said. "This round will win the bet, because many people are" just a few days ahead, I know that the Bulls will win or lose. Today the weather is very hot, I want a big tree to sit under the shade of a rest before heading further into the village. Along with the huge tree is several years old. Enough to live his shadow, relax, relax them. This area was the old train station late Post - modernism on the railway line has not been canceled. I take the train to school in the town of Songkhla regularly. The State Railway of Thailand to announce the cancellation of the railway line on this. Since 2521, I saw a small group of 4-5 people with a small football ground under the trees along the walk as it was to become. Soccer tiny village to the next, and it may become more Spender My most genuine, but to give it a go.If we live with nature by Cheryl lived together, it will be the sustainable exploitation of no one.

 I walked steadily to the east until he reached the cemetery of the village. This is not alarming as in the past because of the priest's office act in a graveyard atmosphere to warm it up.Buddhism has never gone away from the heart of Thailand. As well, the village had people come to hear you preach Dharma regularly is another spiritual center when external conditions are chaotic. After a lot of sun and a chance for a walk-bellied really. I used to walk to the main path.

The village is lined with rubber plantations are worth one kilogram can not afford to buy even a single bowl of noodles.

Oh .... I see you, my old man I met on the first morning to explore the village. When I go out to the garden Now I was returning home I got a fellow there. He complained to me that this year's dry season arrives so fast it dries crops to die but I complained to the manner of farmers absolutely nothing on social consumerism.I think we reached a crossroads along the way. I was thinking in my mind that I was lucky to come to experience the atmosphere of a 3-day 3-night rain did not stop the younger generation does not have the opportunity to experience. Now, because the rain falls, it falls a stop and consider what the moisture is not lost heart.

Early on water as a counterpart.This evening the housewife who peddle were busy with a side dish with fish to cook for dinner, many households hold a new problem all the hassle by buying ready-made soup in a bag. each bag has only 20 baht a bowl and eat sheep bag. But many families choose to cook the produce of the land and the water. Sitting in circle eat a reunion, it also has to be seen to be somewhat less. I went to his nose, sour smell of fish frying pan from the house, which houses one of the neighborhood. Electric starters in the stomach really well. Butler Group is the same group began talking about various trivial after all of the work on the farm. The park and the city Of course, things did not go to waste in the conversation was "alcohol".

House reunion parents grandchildren grandfather grandmother circle, then ate a warm heart. I feel hungry up immediately and urged me to hurry home to eat with my family sitting around it.

Before going to bed that night, I was also impressed with the good stuff. With many images that have occurred in my village I have seen today. The story of the community who may not know, and which I never knew. I want my pictures Those are a couple of my community to another, so long as the "Namkrajan".

 

 


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