2003年4月5日,清明。东方刚刚露出鱼肚白的时候,阮文望和老伴起了床,没顾上吃点东西,就挑着竹筐,拧着手电,急急忙忙地赶到自家的菜园子。今天是清明节,买菜的人会很多。所以,他们得趁早把菜摘下来,洗刷好后运到码头边的市场。经过一番忙碌,100多米外的天主教堂响起上午8点的钟 April 5, 2003, Ching Ming. When the East just exposed the white, Nguyen Wen Wang and his wife played a bed, without regard to eat something, they pick bamboo baskets, twisting a flashlight, hurriedly rushed to their own vegetable garden son. Today is the Ching Ming Festival, people will buy a lot of food. So, they have to pick the dishes off as soon as possible, wash well and transport them to the market on the dockside. After some busy, more than 100 meters outside the Catholic Church sounded 8 o’clock clock