The skylight is both the center of the house, and a small yard for planting trees and tying swings for children. She shared, in addition to the rough construction and interior design, she and her husband decorate and design small details, making the house more lively. The skylight part is like the heart of the house, a place for the children to have physical activities and learn through movement games. It is a small corner with a little sunshine, a little green, a little cool wind. The kitchen and dining room are connected to the yard and skylight, so she can do housework while keeping an eye on her children. The wall in the kitchen cabinet is hand-painted by Mai Fang. The pattern matches the paving stone in the yard. The dining table is assembled from many different sets into a complete set. The table is a large wooden board, attached with iron legs. In the dry season, she uses the yard to place a swimming pool, while in the windy season, the leaves rustle. On the skylight there is a sliding glass door, in the rainy season, let the rain fall on the yard. “Many people wonder why my wife and I spend so much space on the skylight. Because I want the children to have time to breathe in some fresh air, so that the older children can love and be proud of their own home,” said Ms. Detail of decorative flowers and grass by the owner. Camping at home. The fern tree in the yard combined with the pair of duck statues makes the home space closer and more rustic. The shelf on the refrigerator is Mai Fang’s husband to store dry or rarely used items. The side wall is painted green for the 2 girls to draw chalk instead of the regular board. The kitchen when the lights are on is very cozy, a place to witness the dear moments of the extended family. Hand-painted textures are quite similar to tiles. The owner’s kitchen table uses black to clean and not stain. The master bedroom has a large window overlooking the skylight. The female owner is an aesthetic person, so every corner is very delicate. The second floor has a desk, a study table for children and a mirror. Mai Fang’s daughter’s bedroom, the wall she painted with watercolors, acrylic colors. Bedroom decor cute, eye-catching with blue, white and rattan furniture. At leisure time, the children spread their toys all over the floor, but after they are done, Mai Fang guides them to clean the room themselves. Thanks to that, the room is always neat. Mother loved painting, so her two daughters also inherited that passion.

After the program “Rap Viet”, Coach Wowy became a prominent name loved by the audience. Recently, the male rapper attracted great attention from the online community when posting a series of photos taken with his grandmother outside the U80 with a very cool style. Wowy said that this is the set of photos he took to celebrate his grandmother’s birthday and was very happy to be praised and received by everyone: “Time flies so fast, let’s create beautiful moments together, happy birthday. In Japan, I hope my grandma and grandchildren have a beautiful set of photos, just like tomorrow, our grandma has a super quality photo that everyone has to smile with when looking at them. I know my mission in this photo series is just to be the background, but I’m so happy to see you happy when the picture is posted to everyone. Good luck and good health. If anyone asks to book a foreigner to be a KOL, I will show her off right away. Love foreign! “, Wowy shared. The “cool” photo shoots of the two grandchildren Despite her age, her spirit is still very young. In the set, the male rapper’s 80-year-old grandmother dressed in a hip-hop style: Wearing from a black vest to a yellow vest, wearing bunker glasses, mixing sneakers with all kinds of trendy accessories. Not only that, Wowy’s grandmother also has many professional photography styles, confidently changing many poses in front of the camera. Wowy admits she is overshadowed by her grandmother’s charisma “Players are not afraid of rain, but players are afraid of my grandmother,” the male rapper commented humorously about his grandmother. Many viewers were surprised and liked by the playability of Wowy’s grandson and granddaughter. The post of coach “Rap Viet” quickly received a large amount of interaction from the online community. VJ Dustin Phuc Nguyen exclaims under the post: “Oh my god it’s so harsh! Wy’s grandma is really cool!”

Suddenly there was an ear-piercing explosion, like a bomb. I’m sure lightning knocked down some big tree in my village. I was pale, just afraid that the innocent coconut tree towering in front of my yard would also be punished by God. Rain started to fall. My whole village was immersed in the first rain of the season, also known as the summer rain. Torrential rain, torrential rain, showers of drains. I was excited to rush out to the yard to shower in the rain, bathe naked, take a bath like that, it would be nice. I stood in the middle of the yard, immersed in the rain, the rain pouring down on my head, my hair soaking wet, the rain running down my cheeks. I could not rub my face. I raised my face to the sky, letting the rain fall directly on my face, so that I could feel the same joy of showering. And yet, I lay on my stomach on the brick yard, let the rain water water my bare back, then I turned over, let the rain fall on my stomach, so that I could be satisfied, that I was “full of rain.” “. Next, I ran to the far end of the yard, plugging the drain. About five minutes later, God gave me a free rainwater swimming pool. Although this pool water is only up to my knees, it is enough for me to swim, dive, swim, swim on my back on the brick floor that is just a normal rice drying yard. I am happy, I am delighted, I am happy, I scream, I scream loudly under the cool first rain of the season that is covering my village. These are the sublime moments of my childhood, when me and nature, me and heaven and earth were intertwined and intertwined. Rainwater flows abundantly, slick, flooding villages, fields and gardens. The air became cooler, people, animals and plants were refreshed, craving more than usual. We still call the first rain of the season the “rain of frogs”. Only about half an hour after this “lucky” rain, all over my village, in the garden, in the fields, echoes of the hum, the croak, the chorus of male frogs calling for their mates. That was also the signal telling me, let’s go to the frog, that is, shine the torch to find and catch frogs (“man frog” is the language of my village, many locals call it “soi frog”). I quickly put the bamboo basket on my waist, lit a torch made of dry bamboo and bamboo that had been built up in the corner of the kitchen for a long time. And I aim for the fields, where the echoes of the male frogs croak to call for a mate. I lit the torch, watched, and one by one I saw frogs embracing each other in the rain puddles in the field. I just reached out and grabbed a pair of frogs who were in love, no longer knowing what heaven and earth were, and put them in the basket deliciously. Frogs have a very respectable “quality”, that is, once they are mates, they are determined not to leave each other. Even when she spotted me, the female frog still tried to carry her partner, the male frog, on her back, jump around and run away together. They live and die together, no matter how strong, everyone runs. Looking back now, I somewhat regret it, willing to destroy the climaxing love of the “frog lovers” in the cool and romantic summer night, the innocent and harmless frogs. People say “hundreds of torches can catch frogs”, but for me, on the first rainy night of the season, with favorable weather conditions, just one torch was enough to catch more than a dozen frogs. It was a normal thing in the past, in the 50s of the last century, but now it is impossible to dream, because where are the natural frogs in a toxic environment full of pesticides and chemicals. . Copper frog meat, that is, natural frog meat, not farmed frogs, is delicious and nutritious, so you probably won’t even know it. Especially the fried frog with lemongrass and chili, or the frog braised with banana and beans (my mother often cooks and I love it). As for the dish and stir-fried frog with bamboo shoots, every drinker will say it’s a top favorite, if not unique…

I met you in the first rain of Summer. (Illustration: “More Than Blue”) The two were wandering on every small alley of Saigon, passing each other through beautiful memories. She said she likes wild flowers, she fills my soul with embarrassing purple flowers, yellow wild anemones, white coins or even the pale pink of tigon. You give me a love for those wild flowers. Am I also a foolish lover who falls in love with wild flowers or am I in love with you so much? You are like a wild flower, I am a lover. (Illustration: “More Than Blue”) We do not like to live in the bustling city but like to roam the suburban streets with few people passing by, so that we can watch the tranquility of life with me. Walking on a path without a shadow of people, thanks to the spreading branches to shade us in the sweltering summer sun. Sometimes it was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, watching the rays of sunlight creep through each tree and dancing in their hair whenever a gentle breeze blew. I picked up the yellow leaf that just fell, carved the names of the two of them and then stored it deep in her pocket smiling. She held my hand through summer. (Illustration: “More Than Blue”) She took my hand through the hot summer days, led me through the bustling streets, blurring the patch of memory to spread a wild flower garden. And when the sound of cicadas on the branches gradually subsided, the phoenix branches sullen after a brilliant summer, she gently let go. It was raining lightly that day, but it was enough to wet my eyes. She said goodbye to me, she put an end to a beautiful summer, she brought a golden autumn and let me slip among the uncertain ambiguity. Then one day, only a fading Autumn will remain in my heart. (Illustration: “More Than Blue”) Stop the car at a roadside water shop, suddenly order an iced coffee cup, watch the bitter drops of coffee fall to the bottom of the glass, take a distant look at the branches of the trees standing water after the drizzle. Now my mind is like a reverse film. I miss the flower branches, I miss the Summer naps and I miss some sparkling eyes. Forever in my thoughts, I startled back to reality, before my eyes is a wall of gold streaked with traces of time. Above, the tigon is still in full bloom, the heart-shaped flowers are torn in half by the pistil, crumbling like bleeding … Do you still remember the tigon flower bushes, the flowers like a broken heart? (Illustration: “More Than Blue”) To enter the “My Summer Memories” writing contest, you can submit your entries truyennganh2t@gmail.com with email subject “My Summer Memories + Article Name”. You can read more about the contest rules here.