Happy riverbanks

The vast Vam Nao stream is billowing with an underground, silent but powerful vitality. It seems to be telling the world a long story about the companionship of the human heart and creation. The riverbanks are alive again, happy again, rich again from the sweet and sincere spread.
I said the river bank of Mr. Ut has a lot of white pompano.

I envisioned sharp teeth surpassing their fellow humans to survive beyond necessity. Is the charity food that raises the white pomfret school indirectly, which further impoverishes the riverbanks? The river wharfs have been poor for decades. No, Kowloon is completely exhausted. The schools of fish are poor because of the vast rice fields and need to kill the yellow apple snails. The poisoned water flows from the field to where fish, crabs, eels, and squirrels go there. The electric circus pulses with a radius of two or three dozen meters kill fish eggs. The sweet and flowing Mekong River is about to become a river of death. Life suddenly returned because somewhere, Nam Dang, Nam Cuong, and Huu Tam from all over An Giang’s canals kept happy riverbanks for schools of natural fish. They piled up scrubs to build houses for fish, spent money to buy food, spent time watching the fish in front of the electric pulse hoses that were constantly scurrying around. The schools of human-friendly natural fish grow, spread out to every meter of water along the spiritual land. One day I heard that Vam Nao’s aggressive wharf had also stopped a new school of fish. But the information about the white pompano made me extremely embarrassed. Is humanity regardless of benefits? The owner of the river wharf has spent a lot of money and mind to find a way to shock the star stakes and iron stakes to hold the ground. Vam Nao wharf is standing. The water level receded far away, nearly twenty meters deep. The river confluence is famous in history books because of the aggressiveness of the water every flood season. The small black man still spends billions to buy a long wharf on that land elephant for the fish to live in. Because he relied on the people of the river: “I have three barges, I will put stones on this wharf to keep the soil and keep the sand. This place is very convenient to fish.” The man who used to live on white rice with vegetables and sauerkraut spent most of his middle age releasing tons of fish into the river. People sitting watching the schools of fish that have just been released from the upper section to the lower section were caught by the electric circus circus. “It’s like I’m pouring each school of fish into their electric grid,” Mr. Ut confided. The river is long and the fish are far away, but the Mekong River has nine branches with hundreds of thousands of canals and channels, but the fish have no place to live. Mr. Ut felt sorry. He thought of a way to save the schools of fish. The bustling river wharfs of Mr. Nam Cuong and Nam Dang from the articles have crept in information about Vam Nao wharf. Mr. Ut thought that they could do it, so he could do it, and he embarked on expanding his wharf, ramming the banks, releasing water hyacinths, and spreading food. Mr. Ut started the fish feeding session on Vam Nao river wharf. Photo: Vo Dieu Thanh “They are fierce fish” – Mr. Ut said of the white pompano swarming in the river – “I was told to take them away, kill them so that the other fish could live. We can do good deeds, save the good ones, but we can’t kill the bad ones. But as much as the food was scattered, it ate it up because it was so strong. It grows so fast it’s indescribable. The other fish were thrown to the side. I lost sleep. Three months ago, since the fish came back, I quit my job, and every afternoon I sat down at the wharf from four o’clock to the evening. I looked at the river, at the water, then at the fish. Holding food in my hand I don’t know what to do. When I bought the river wharf, when my grandmother gave me fish to take care of, I just wanted to take care of them without thinking too far. Now the fish is back but full of aggressive fish. I don’t know how I should continue to nurture so that the white pompano does not grow quickly, so that the other fish have room to live.” Mr. Ut sat down to scatter food particles into the water, and said, “That’s how I feed the dolphins. Losing sleep and eating to find a way, finally there is a way. On this wharf, the fish are dividing the sand into their territory…”. He stopped talking, showing me the territory of each type of fish. The empty beach in the middle of the wharf is where the dolphins quietly search for prey, interspersed with the violent waves of the white pomfret. Next to that, inside the shore is a feeding place for fish, perch, catfish, snakehead… Along the long hyacinth clusters on the upper end of the wharf is the feeding place of the pangasius school. If at the wharf in Nam Dang’s house, the pangasius is the lord, it occupies most of the important part of the wharf, then at Mr Ut’s Vam Nao wharf, the catfish gently nestles beside the hyacinths: “Look at it, it’s hungry. I know he can’t eat, I love him but don’t know how to feed him because he’s afraid of the white pompano. Now I know how. When the water is at its strongest, I drop the bait mixed with the soil so that the bait sinks to the bottom. I informed the catfish hiding under the water hyacinth that it was time to eat. It emerged slowly, I spread the bait with water hyacinth. So it eats water hyacinth. The eating of the pangasius is also considered difficult. Seeing him starving, I continued to experiment with other ways. Thanks to the meals sitting at the wharf until late afternoon and evening, spreading mixed food, I discovered that when the water was high, at night, the white birds went nowhere, the pangasius began to eat more boldly. They encroach on the water where the white pompano often forages to eat. They overflowed the water surface, spilled over each other and ate boldly. The white pomfrets don’t know anything.” When the low water stopped, the water stood still to change to the big water, Mr. Ut started his fish feeding session. First, he carefully scattered small food like chili seeds on the surface of the water: “This is a small food, very expensive, I bought it to raise a school of goby fish and baby catfish. Scattered along the shore, gently. When finished, spread to the fish farther away, but also spread less. I found the pompano to catch a little slower than the dolphin. When scattering a little, it does not know there is bait, so it does not rush to fight. I sit and feed slowly. Let the dolphins eat until they are full, then feed the birds. I hope when the dolphins are big enough, they will no longer be afraid of the white pompano and can eat and drink more freely.” Listening to Mr. Ut speak, I miss the fish in Nam Dang’s family. If the food is spread massively, the water surface will be stirred up by the healthy pangasius full of thorns. Catfish crawl on each other to find food. They even crawl into people’s hands. But when the food became less and less, the pangasius gradually retreated, the white carp, perch, and sardines began to appear, they quietly picked up the leftovers. If you want to raise gentle white fish, aquarists must be careful not to disturb the strong and eager fish by spreading bait massively. Author Vo Dieu Thanh (wearing glasses) experiences feeding fish at the river wharf of Mr. Nam Dang’s house. More than a year now, thousands of natural pangasius fish have pulled in and stayed up to now. Photo: Van Hai Mr. Ut feeding the fish is like meditating. Carefully fertilize each small seed. Flock of fishes are deceived. He saw that there was nothing to worry about there, so he rummaged through his strong sharp teeth somewhere in the bottom of the river. The dolphins invite each other to quietly blush in the water, quietly waiting for each piece of bait. It is eating but it seems that it is meditating with the feeder. Quietly take a small bite and wait quietly. Looking at the gentle eating of the dolphins, I feel pity. Mr. Ut also gave up eating and working because of love, and sat down to fertilize every grain of food for it. He said it was very gentle, eating enough is diving, there is no fight like a flock of birds. Flocks of fish are like bags of greed, no matter how much they eat, they can’t feel full. People often love good people. People want to destroy the aggressive white pompano, Mr. Ut shakes his head: “Being gentle is loving. Because it’s an animal, it’s stupid. Must protect it. All are lives. I want to practice so that the fish can live in harmony with each other on this wharf.” Then people are lazy, fish are also lazy. They live as if they are walking on a clear poetic region. In the midst of that leisurely elegance, the white pompano became an outsider. Sharp fangs have no martial arts ground. The fangs are not ferocious, but they just don’t bother to fight when around are just resources that are not worth worrying about. The herd of pangasius, which is an ordinary person, also quietly nestled to one side. Wait until Mr. Ut released the last seeds of bait, the voracious snouts slowly squeezed the water hyacinth to suck on each small piece of food. All are innocent like children. Mr. Ut made the long-sword warriors to line up in peace. Thousands of fish gathered at the riverbank of Mr. Nam Dang and Mr. Ut. Clip made by the author Vo Dieu Thanh Seeing how Mr. Ut’s neighbors enthusiastically watched the fish eat as if they were watching a beautiful scene, excitedly dumping the boxes of freed fish into the wharf with all the belief that the fish would have a better life in this wharf, we will saw the river moving, speaking kind voices. Soft voices that go deep into the consciousness of many people. Tons of free-range fish have a place to live, let it grow, let it find its new breeding seasons. The vast Vam Nao stream is billowing with an underground, silent but powerful vitality. It seems to be telling the world a long story about the companionship of the human heart and creation. The vast universe contains all kinds of species. The mercy of man will be as wide as the universe. Although the constant change can turn the sea into a bride, the tolerance of human love remains there forever, adorning the world with silent streams of colors overflowing with life. The riverbanks are alive again, happy again, rich again from the sweet and sincere spread. The happy riverbanks will be even wider, longer over time, along the length of the water. And accordingly, the stories of humanity will also be told in thousands of shapes, regardless of the flow of life outside.