I still remember, when visiting a DK1 Truss House, met a very small corner of the room, two walls intersected by an angle that could not have been sharper and narrower, and immediately met a brilliant, soft, purple-pink orchid. soft bends a curve next to the guitar.
A simple but emotional image flashed at the end of the journey. On the floating island, on the submerged rock island, there are probably a few flowers blooming, but on the truss house there are almost no flowers. Rarely we can encounter such orchid branches brought out from the mainland by the army. However, in order to meet, you must be meticulous and considerate to have the opportunity to admire the private corners of the army. On this side are flowers, a guitar, on the other side a hat, a few personal souvenirs. There is a funny-looking paper-cut rabbit, a childish impression, probably a memory of the little child sent to his father. One of the hats neatly stacked on the other table belonged to a young soldier. Just now, standing next to him, I noticed a few small details on this hat. Young soldiers should be very innocent, guiding visitors from far away to visit the rig house.
Illustration: ROOM. “Soldiers often drink tea here. The teapot of the truss house is also very different from the mainland. All year round, there are so many faces, voices, smiles … unlike in the home country, if it’s convenient to arrange, invite neighbors, someone on the way to visit”; “The orchid probe you just asked can only be brought out by officers and soldiers. Why? Because from the mainland to here, the military equipment is heavy on the shoulders, the army can only pack one When you come here, you must cherish and take good care of it, then the branch transplanted on the other rotten log can survive and bloom.The harsh climate makes that orchid branch forever not multiply. However, there are still truss houses with huge pots of orchids, many brilliant flower branches. It is a gift from the Da Lat Flower Association”… The soldier’s words were mixed with anxiety and recovery. . In the last days of the journey, the delegations often come to the DK1 rig on the southern continental shelf of the country. After a dozen days of floating at sea and then visiting floating islands, sinking islands, it seemed that the salty sea salt had penetrated deep into every breath, but when we reached the southern continental shelf, went to the rig house, the feeling of the sea was felt. opened up vast, deep horizons. At night, turn on the phone, sometimes flash one or two bars, knowing immediately that the train is going through the rig. Then dawn rose, standing in front of the eyes was a yellow painted steel house shining like a sunflower. Suddenly, a sudden thunderstorm came, even though in the distance, the dawn sky was still golden like honey. The ship began to shake, the waves hit the rig’s feet, causing the whole area to be white. The storm passed very quickly, the ship moved closer to the truss house, the closer it got, the more stable and majestic the steel flower was. Large steel pillars line the sea surface proudly, proudly but no less romantic. It arouses in each person the surprise, the surprise, the inexplicable how and the many ups and downs so that we can build those sacred sovereignty milestones. Next to the beautiful little orchid branch, the soldier of the truss family whispered to me: “My parents are also very sick in the countryside. My hometown Thai Binh, all day and night, I still hear the sound of the sea. However, my father has never seen the sea once. He was blind, his eyes closed or open, only darkness. I went to the army, worked as a soldier, my father was very proud. Every time his son returned, he kept asking: Is the sea out there as beautiful as the sea in my hometown? Oh, it must be very wide, very green, but the waves are also fierce, right? I said that the sea in our country is beautiful everywhere. Another soldier sent me a picture of the moonlit night of the truss house, which was taken by the people who built this project. It is difficult to imagine what that moonlit night was like and how the soldier was awake and anxious. I kept looking, shaking and imagining each picture of the steel flower, the orchid branches, feeling deep down in my heart, pushing up the love that was quietly emitting its scent.
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