Sunday, 18 March 2007

The long and winding road


Before the come of the snow, wind first arrived.
On the way to GYM, the wind is really big, if I jumped at that time, I think I could be a kite fly away to the sky.
Spring wind in my home town is always strong, follow the wind you don’t need step your bicycle, against the wind, it is nearly impossible for you to move. That was part of my life in middle and high school: cycled to school twice a day.
Kite can fly very high, but there are always a line connected with it. The line connect me with my home country is the culture education and self realise: black hair, yellow shin and black eyes Chinese.

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