Right person

The boy who lives in poorest district is 12 years old. He has 3 younger brothers and sisters and, his mom is sick now.

He walks unhappy because of his family is waiting for him hungry. Going home without any food is very hard now.

Memory

In autumn time, Urnaa is breathing full of fresh air while walking toward to district called “Hills”. Twenty years ago she had been walking on this road. Most of neighbors have moved from here, because of deserts. Just a few families stayed in this street. She opened the door of yard that well known. There is a little white house. All the things are not moved, just like old times. A tree that Urnaa planted is grown up tall. She used to dream about she will have lunch with her family under that tree’s shadow. Now that tree is very big. Most of leaves are fell down. Just a few dead leaves are hanging from the tree. A sunshade what Shagai made for Urnaa is standing there. Color of sunshade is still bright, perhaps painted it again. She sat down under the sunshade and felt good feelings.

A flower in pot

Bum-Erdene.T
Raindrops are knocking the window. A poor flower bowed into the glass. Because it is not watered many days. So it's getting worse from day to day.

Raindrops are flowing from top to down on glasses of the window. It's a gently rain, because of sun and rain are together. Other flowers outside of the apartment are being watered is looking good. They are drought in last many days. The wind is blowing then gently. They are together and happy.

Chained love

Battuya.Ts.

Far and far road. At the end you stand there.

I stand here, another end. 100 years ago, I was standing here. Here was lighting green light. Now it lighted too. No cars, no people here.

An old man at bus stop

Uuriintuya.P

When I was young, opposite house's owner an old man lives. He don't go out from his house. But every rainy days, he stands for all day, at bus stop holding an old umbrella. He doesn't sit on bus, and no one visit his house. Just stands alone.

Eternal reason

Uriankhai.D

If birds are chirping in the mirage

I’ll live

I love those birds

If the trees in on the mountains squeezes

I’ll live

I love that sound.

I live with love