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Nov. 04 , 2007
A pleasant Sunday
I had been busy with my work in recent, and planned to work on the weekend. But my wife told me on Friday that she would spend this weekend in FengHuang with her colleagues. No matter how busy I had been, I must support her idea of relaxing at the village where the people of Miao Ethic Group lived. Therefore I would play with my daughter and my two cousins, instead of working at office.
Having had breakfast at 9 o’clock this morning, four of us set out. We got where we would kill four hours just after less than 10 minutes, the Moon Bay Park.
I felt a little sorry to tell the three girls that they were supposed to think of my flat purse when they chose what they wanted to buy or play. The appetite of children were always easily satisfied. They promised me merrily that they would do. The huge air-cushioned bed was always their favorite. It’s a good entertainment for children: they could jump as wildly as they wanted, they ccould hide behind all sorts of cartoon pets, they slid down from the top of the castle, and so on. It’s a fantastic castle of fairy tale for children. It’s also for me a good way that I could stay alone in sunshine, reading a book, or flying my wing of thought, or taking a dream-tour of nap, whatever I would like to do. The girls could play there for several hours without disturbing me, except occasional shouting for water or some snacks.
I hadn’t been so easy and comfortable for a long time, lying on the grass, staring into the deep sky and my thoughts even deeper. The sunlight was the best in a year, warm but soft, bright but tender. The wind was nothing but a gentle breeze. It’s so cozy that I soon fell asleep, but which was disturbed by the cry from the girls. I sent them water and got the coats back that they had just pulled off because their movement made them hotter than the sunlight.
I pushed their coats into my comfortble pillow, but the sleep was gone because of the walk. I turned on the MP3-player, enjoying the music. I spreaded my body as free as I could, just assured that I was exposed as fully as possible. Every cells of my body was comforted by the autumn golden sunlight. I thought that’s the best sunlight in this year. it’s just like a young girl’s body: passion, but not burning, so tender and stirring within. I wished the time could be still, however, perhaps the people in another half hemisphere also wanted to enjoy such tempting sunshine. It’s almost 12:00 when my daughters came. The girls seemed to be a little bored of the air-cushined bed, they began to play hide-and-seek behind trees near where I sat.
I took the chance to take some photos of the girls. I was still basking very comfortably, but my eyes were drawn onto the playing girls, and so were my thoughts. For children, games were always their warm sunshine in autumn that made them happy, just like the sunlight for me. The surronding was for children not as important as much for grown-ups. The games were all for the girls, but my thoughts depended on where I was and what I was, swinging in the wind, changing in the sunshine. It’s very hard to follow the example of Huanzhongyan who wrote the famous words: Not pleased by external gains, not saddened by personnal losses.