oh, boy, don't go out! A row of palm trees by the lake are hitting their heads against the gloomy sky; Crows with messy feathers quietly perched on the branches of tamarind, and deep melancholy lingered on the east bank of the river. Our cows tied to the fence are singing loudly. Oh, boy, wait here until I take the cow into the shed. People are crowded in the fields where clear water overflows, catching fish that escape from the overflowing pool water. The rain rose into a stream and flowed through a narrow alley, like a frolicking child running away from his mother and deliberately provoking her. Listen, someone is calling the boatman at the ferry. Oh, boy, it's dark and the ferry at the ferry has stopped. The sky is like a gallop in torrential rain, and the river is noisily noisy. The women had already filled up the water from the banks of the Heng River and hurried home with water jugs. Lights used at night must be ready. Oh, boy, don't go out! The road to the market is nobody walks, and the path to the river is slippery. The wind roared and struggled in the bamboo forest, like a beast falling into a trap.