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Oct. 11 , 2007
　　
　　 The flower of dream bloomed
　　 – the trip to Dong Village and LongJi Terrace
　　
　　
　　 (二) The ancient village, GanChong 2
　　
　　
　　 I never felt I was so tired in a mini-bus. Without air-conditioner, so we had to open the window, through which the dust poured in. I even felt my blood became sticky with dust melting in it. The seats of the mini-bus were so uncomfortable that hurt my back and twisted my legs badly. Fortunately, out of the windows was so charming, which comforted me, plus the pleasant chatting let me forget the suffering of my body.
　　
　　 At the beginning of the first stretch of mountains, a large area of tea-field greeted us, which seemed to be saying to us:"Hello, welcome to come the home of tea". The drivers friendly stopped his car so that we could get off to take some photos of the tea garden. In front of us was a mountain of teas, layer upon layer from the bottom of the mountain up to the top of it, so I had lifted my head high and high till I felt my neck hurt.
　　
　　 Viewing the fruit of the labor of the diligent people was very exciting, I wondered how those people did it. I also tried to imagine what it would be when a lot of women gathered there to pick teas. It must be a great view.
　　
　　 If the tea-field made me up, but the bloody bulls let me down. I was a sensitive guy. I could be easily excited, or be easily sad with much sorrow sentiment, which depended on the circumstances.
　　
　　 After crossing the first mountain, we passed a village. Up the path for a while, we came across a big group of people. ahead of those people were four bloody bulls. Their eyes were almost blind with bloods. Those bulls walked clumsily by the help of the persons who held the reins to lead the path. The drivers told us that the race of bull-fighting was just over. Some fellows said it’s great regret of missing the chance to watch it. I wished the race would be rooster-fighting, because I had a great feeling for cattle, which gave me a lot of fun when I was a little child.
　　
　　 Some laddie even covered their eyes, for they didn’t wanted to see such miserable creature. I saw GuaiGuaiMei quickly also covered her nephew’s eyes, after all, who was only six year old. However, the drivers said that it’s nothing. Because those bulls liked to fight with each other, and they lived for the fight. That’s to say, fighting was their life. To win was the best reward of life. Such words kind of let me feel a little easy.
　　
　　 After the car had covered some distance, I viwed one of the most beautiful verse of country lives. In less than five hundred meters, I saw four waterwheels near the river deep down where we stopped.
　　
　　 I saw waterwheels in my childhood in my village, but, which was not very big. And I also saw some waterwheels in some beauty spots, however, which were only for view. You would have to pay if you only took photo of it. But, these four huge waterwheels were real, being there only for its original use, irrigation.
　　
　　 In my memories, pastoral views were always connected with huge waterwheels carry water into fields, cattle grazing on hills, ducks swimming in the ponds, and children play with water in the brooks. Those huge waterwheels filled my eyes as well as my heart. How nice it would be if there were some such great real waterwheels nearby my city, I must often visit them. Perhaps, I would bring a sheet of matting, on which I would lie reading my favorite book, listening to the music of the pouring water carried by the waterwheels.
　　
　　 If time allowed me to come closely to the waterwheels, I would be taken some photos with them. But even taking a photo of the beautiful watherwheel from farway gave me great comfort. I loved them. Their black body betrayed that they had experiences a lot of springs and autumns. The river fed them; they fed the field; the field fed the people. Beside the cheerful river, they looked more tranquil and thoughtful.
　　
　　 "Bye, waterwheel." They lost in sight, but would be in my mind forever.
　　
　　 We moved on, and we were still about one hour away from our destination, GanChong Village.
　　
　　 To be continued ……..