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| Xiuxi -naptime in China- no matter where you are. |
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| The yellow flowers are rapeseed blossoms. They are all over and I absolutely love them. Fun fact: the oil used to cook in Huarong is predominantly rapeseed oil |
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| At the back of one of my classes- pretty funny I thought. |
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| Cool noodle place in fancy Changsha |
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| Midservice Conference reunion and Beverly's birthday dinner at the Mao restaurant! |
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| REAL good food. |
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| Bday girl even got a cake |
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| Bus back to Huarong |
Here, an ode to Rapeseeds blossoms:
Rapeseed Fields
By Luye
Everywhere on the island the Rapeseed flowers
are in blossom. We should christen them Official Flower
Of The Island In The Center Of The Yangtze River.
It's April, and now they begin to understand the world.
Over and over they say love and love. Even their
eyelashes are golden. They speak in bright voices.
They make the sky dizzy. They cover the fields,
an enormous, outstretched coat, plain cloth a country
girl has painted with yellow flowers, its patterns
wavering shapes marchers form in a Flower Day
parade, blooms plaited into their hair, bouquets
in their hands. Here, the world's a floodlit stage, singers
trilling classic opera. Soon it will darken as the show
ends, the audience applauding, and the curtain lowers.
Then the little flowers will bear the oil rich seeds
held deep in the vaults of their bodies and wait to be taken
away, new brides awaiting their husbands. When we
walk to the end of the yellow fields at the banks of the Yangtze
River, the strong wind makes me suddenly lonely. Can
so many Rapeseed flowers understand my northern accent?
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| Huarong at night. The frogs were so loud next to me in this picture. |
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| The cars waiting for their students outside our school gate at 9:30 pm |
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| YiZhong's got some new swag |
