The Mountains Sing
Que Mai Phan Nguyen
My 3 highlights
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Drum sounds echoed from the village pagoda, signaling that the fifth time interval had finished, that it was five o’clock in the morning.
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Có công mài sắt có ngày nên kim,” my teacher said, beaming. Ah, the proverb that I’d heard countless times: Perseverance grinds iron into needles
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collecting taxes for the French. Nicknamed Wicked Ghost, he had a meaty face, narrow eyes, and a bald, shiny head. We all dreaded the sight of him and his whip, made out of the strongest jungle vines. Wicked Ghost whipped those who couldn’t pay in time, taking their belongings in place of the money they owed, and he lashed his wife