The book tells the story of a tropical boy's journey, from his curiosity about the "snow" in the refrigerator to his dream of conquering snowy mountains by plane.
Where There Is No Snow by young writer Huynh Trong Khang, published by Tre Publishing House in November, is a poetic, magical and fairy tale-like novel.
The 168-page work tells the story of a tropical boy's journey, from his curiosity about the "snow" in the refrigerator to his dream of conquering the Himalayas by plane.
On summer afternoons, he tiptoed to open the refrigerator door to satisfy his passion for watching "snow" being born.
"One morning long ago, my father brought home a refrigerator. At that time, many houses in the town still did not have electricity. Although it was an old invention, its presence in the suburbs where kitchen smoke still lingered on every blade of grass along the roadside was still a luxury item for display rather than use.
A machine invented to prolong the decay of time-ordained creatures must have time".
Cover of the book "Where There Is No Snow" (Photo: Tre Publishing House).
Many years later, he grew up, devoted himself to studying, saved money to assemble his own plane in order to conquer the eternal snow and ice peaks of the Himalayas.
In the middle of a snowstorm, fate gave the "pilot" a strange relationship with an ancient snowflake, tiny but a witness to the sorrows of all people and things on earth from far away.
A chat begins.
A magical encounter between a boy and a little snowflake who has traveled through many regions and witnessed many life stories.
"Snow. Vast snow.
The entire Himalayas are covered with a thick blanket of eternal snow, the eternal blue sky's passionate, icy embrace decides to keep it to itself, away from curious mortals, day after day, year after year, trying to conquer it. Alas! The eternal blue sky sighs - how arrogant they are!
Where There Is No Snow tells about a land of cold snow, but warm like a fairy tale told by a mother, is a beautiful representation coming out of a dreamy sky in the eyes of a child. At the same time, the book is a delicate poem dedicated to things that are small in the eyes of adults.
Phuong Hoa (according to dantri.com.vn)
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