A Diary

A Diary when I take InterBus leaving Hobbiton

When I saw those long white cloud, there are too many farms fenced alongside the road. For me, most of the animals are groups of cow, horses, some alpaca, and kinds of sheep. The road went up and went down, it seems good for taking a bicycle for this keeping changeable insights.

June, which the sun is around the Tropic of Cancer, my eyes are still blinded by the light here. I am not mean light is something I don’t like. Actually, I love natural light for its tremendous function of filter. On the island, the clouds can be stretched. Also, when there are many small islands scatted in the ocean, looking down from the sky, it is difficult to distinguish which is the cloud and which is the island. It’s a scenario at the beginning of the game, The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.

No many passengers or lamps in the evening along the way, except the dusk dunk to last more. Spectrums of light shine orange, yellow, red, purple together among the sky. I drunk a bottle of mineral water from the driver and looked into the distance, where the stars from the lumberyard.

I didn’t understand why the grass was green and the sun was glaring but I faced it head on. I even feel like I should live in the Hobbiton, open every mailbox, and pull out a readable newspaper when I eat my fluffy bread. Life won’t be too difficult, which means it won’t be too busy; there are templates for my life I want, but the templates can’t always be referenced. Here, the warm-colored street lights can be turned on at three o’clock in the afternoon, and there is also a flatulent the God of Wealth in front of a Chinese restaurant.

An interesting discovery. When mentioning Israel, the Chinese people in my traveling group talked about the war and monopoly while when mentioning the United States, they grited their teeth. Even the proportion of Chinese in this traveling group are is very high, nearly a half, and the American partners still think that the Chinese people are very busy or hard work. All of this is very interesting.

For the first time, I found that English is not so difficult to understand. There are McDonald’s, KFC, Burger King, Subway and so on at each crossing. I heard Tylor Swift all the time. It seems that I am no longer afraid of ordering unfamiliar sauces with new vegetables and different part of the meat. Everything is not in a hurry, and then I can order a cup of hot chocolate with cream on top. The centre of the city must owns several Asian towns, where I can find hot food in the winter.

At nine o’clock in the evening, I just sighed about truth that the thin land and few people here. I looked up and saw the high-rise building under the Sky Tower, a three-flower building with lights on and a line of words that can be seen clearly without glasses.

Walking through the pine forest, I can see beautiful houses. Here, expressing myself is the most important thing. My favor means having a lot to say, share, and introduce. Except that I don’t live here, I feel like I am involving here.

The glass is big and bright. It is a light for passers-by, and it also shares some design tastes. The lawn mower worked before I woke up, and the windbreak dropped its leaves before I came. I unconsciously started buying candy and began to think about the cost of life. Then I found I sat in the bus, feeling the experience of being bloated every time.

The wind blows very hard here, and people here also start to go crazy. The best thing is that no one is in a hurry, and if you are lucky, there seems to be a surprise every minute. Good weather, good sleep, quiet, and walking to the station when the bus comes, everything is a surprise, fresh and real.