A long long journey

Last weekend, all of us—IB6 members—went to Zhuhai where a fantastic camping was waiting for us.

We sang the way to our terminal. The first stop was Sun Yat-Sen University’s Zhuhai district. We had a fabulous meal with the pearl tea for 1yuan each! Then there we went. Changing for another bus headed for the dream beach. Ha lalala. When our journey was half done, we were forced to get down and counted on our feet. In front of us, it’s a river and a big big hill grinning behind it. Oh my god! It’s our job to climb to the top of it. Impossible!!!

Ok, nothing is impossible. So we made it.

Exhausted~~

Then the beach, sand, sunset, and energetic swimmers……It’s not the first time I came to seashore. But it’s the most beautiful bay I’ve ever seen. I enjoyed it. Everything went smoothly as I’ve imaged many times before. The camps were put up, the bonfire, the belll—like laughter, the voice of ocean, the salty breeze all and all. We sang, roasted our supper and shouted to the sky and sea. We were young enough to enjoy life, to bear the coming unknowns.

I carried a little wish-bottle with me. I run to the ocean as near as I could. I cast it over into the light ocean water. It’s all my wishes on every pink rolled paper. I hoped that the sea would get it and took it far away into the bottom of its heart. Hehe, am I a little bit daydreaming?

Come on, just be a little more romantic. Everyone has their dreams and so do I. We talked a lot that special night. To my surprise, all of us had our own way to go, our target even though we are a little bit confused right now. But it’s true that we are heading for all directions. “Those flowers” came into my mind again, where have all the young girls gone, where have they gone? Where have all the soldiers gone, where have they gone? Where have the dreams gone, where have all they gone…

I will grave it in mind that I had spent a night camping by a dreamlike beach.

Yes!

It's  the  happiest  Mid--Autumn  Day   i've  ever   spent!

    It's  a  quiet  autumn  afternoon, Beethoven's  music  is  flowing, reading  an   little  interesting  book.

    Someone  is  talking  to  me  much  like  whispering, he  tells  me  how  he  look  at  the  world  around  when  he  was  a  little  child. It's  just  like  a  musical   story.  I  listen   and   don't  even  know  what  he  is  talking   about. I  merely  enjoy  the  feeling.hehe.  He  is  the  writer  of   the  book---"A  Short  History  of  Nearly   Everything".  Bill  Bryson,  a   big  child  worth  talking   with.

      Here  he  says:"I  didn't  doubt  the  correctness  of  the  information  for  an  instant---I  still  tend  to  trust  the  pronouncements  of  scientists  in  the  way  I  trust  those  of  surgeons,piumbers, and  other  possessors  of  arcane  and privileged  information--but  I  couldn't  for  the  life  of  me  conceive  how  any  human  mind  could work  out  what  spaces  thousands  of  miles  below  us,  that  no  eye  had  ever  seen  and  no  X-ray  could  penetrate,  could  look  like  and  be  made  of.To me that  is   just  a  miracle."

    "I  don't  know   if  the  oceans  were  growing  more  salty  with  time  or  less ,and  whether  ocean  salinity  levels  was  something  I  should  not  concern  about  or  not. I  am  very  pleased  to  tell  you  that  until  the  late 1970s   scientists  didn't  know  the  answers  to  these  questions  either.They  just  didn't  talk  about  it  very  audibly. " hahaha,  what  a  kidding!