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I'll never forget that happy moment, the time I returned home when it first comes into sight again, rising out of the screen of thick green bamboo trees. I see the range of blue high mountains, the long bridge over the river, and the market with its white painted stands; complimented by an air of prosperity and animation because of its quaint commercial quarter.
At the market, swarming crowds create a bustling uproar. The busiest market day of the week is Sunday. As early as six o'clock in the morning, people from the surrounding village flock to the market with all sorts of products. Women with two big baskets on each side of their carrying poles filled with vegetables, such as fruits, eggs or rice, while men bring their treasure cattle to be sold. It is quite a sight to see numerous carriages of all sorts being driven up and down the main street of the market place. From the primary school located at the end of the market pla ce, came the shrill voices of children learning their lessons aloud. But at the opposite end of the market, silence reigns over the narrow winding streets, while the distance echoes the sound of broken thatch roofed cottages where the newborn infants' cr ies mingle with mothers' crooning and rhythmic rocking of hammocks. But at the other end of the village, it is quieter and more pleasant. A magnificent old pagoda stands before a great lake, its water is as clear as glass. This pagoda is a typical ancient structure emphasized with red colors and curved roofs; and carvings of dragons, lions, turtles, and a phoenix symbolic of power, courage, longevity and wealth.
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