1995, the beginning of the United States

The plane flew over the grassy countryside and finally landed safely IN San Francisco, the first STOP OF my American TRIP, at 3 p.m. Eastern TIME on June 20, 1995.

Out of the airport, onto the highway, driving on American soil for the first time. Continuous meadows, in the plains and hills, envelops the earth; They built their shelters under old trees and by streams; Elegant light villas, simple farmhouse dotted in the green grass with cattle and sheep, the United States dressed up fresh and simple. For someone like me who has come out of the concrete forests of Guangzhou, arriving in this environment is like a paradise on earth, unconsciously expressing the excitement and joy of a country person entering the city.

After checking in, our guide led us to the restaurant across the road, and when we saw a speeding car in the distance, we instinctively backed up to the sidewalk. The driver saw that we were about to cross the street, stopped at a distance, and waved gracefully to us to go first. I thought: are the American imperialists still so civilized?

Into the restaurant, the waiter is a foreigner, one of the very enthusiastically came over and say "hello" to us, we sat down, and then a menu, each pour a large glass of ice water, I in less than a minute to thin two pages at a time, my English not line, sorry to ask again, then casually ordered a less than $3 of the "food". After less than ten minutes, "dish" came up, a chunk of roast beef, fragrant, greedy my saliva DC, three five to two will it into my stomach, really great! The portion is very sufficient, and the taste is also very good, alas! Roast beef would be fine for dinner in America, I think. While we were eating, the waiter kept coming to give us more water and asked us how the food tasted. What else do you need? When you ask her anything, she will tell you with a smile, which makes people feel comfortable.

Back to the hotel. The furnishings were modest, a 21-inch television set with a cable unit, for which cable TV was available at a premium, and the content was decidedly pornographic; There was an English Bible on the bedside table, which was naturally a book of heaven for me, who had not mastered English well. In this hotel, the dollar is never allowed to show, otherwise, they will become the hotel clerk's tip.

The next day, our guide took us west from San Francisco to Santa Monica, a city on the west coast of the United States. When we got off, it was past 5 p.m. White beaches, swaying coconut trees, and tall buildings... The sea has lost its midday rush, and as serene as an old man, you can row, surf, swim, and walk along the beach and enjoy the spectacular American sunset. The road runners from time to time with the dog after, the young father pushing a stroller jogging in the sunset, or a sweet couples stroll with a cold drink in 幑 wind; A street artist, see us come over, unexpectedly play the Chinese national anthem, see his look seems to love China more than we, excited to let us applaud warmly, one by one to put the dollar bill in front of him in the top hat.

The streets are very clean. There is no garbage on the ground and no sanitation workers to clean it up. On both sides of the street, there are many fine cafes, bars and amusement places, and a variety of specialty shops selling handicrafts. Visitors can taste the food here, as well as wander around a variety of small shops, shopping for their favorite items.

Santa Monica is lively at night, with bars full of lights and young men and women streaming in and out. The beautiful woman is the scenery line of Santa Monica, the young girl here is very beautiful, the figure curves sexy charming. When we approach a white girl, we have a dreamlike sensation: blue eyes, high nose, white skin. Passing western restaurants, the smell of grilled western steak mixed with bread and butter will come to my face, always challenging my taste. Romantic and leisurely seaside town, under the light of street lamps, some melancholy and sad, in the corner of the city, scattered many homeless people, they or lying or sitting......

Ten days after our arrival, with our permission, our teacher Black, a retired American highway engineer, invited us to his home. That day, as soon as we set out after breakfast, the scenery along the way was picturesque, as if every tree had been carefully pruned by the gardener. Colorful houses, built according to the terrain, like our country huts, are dotted among the green bushes. The American engineer told us that the plan was designed more than fifty years ago and nothing has changed since then, except that the road surface is sometimes repaired.

An hour's drive, we arrived at the house of Black, this is a building area of more than one hundred square meters of single wood knot to build houses, has been used for more than twenty years, tonal quietly elegant, looks like new, dotted with POTS of flowers, the decoration of the house is also very simple, but clean and tidy, air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines and other modern equipment, Swimming pool, gym more modern life atmosphere, the host arranged us to sit down, while bringing us Coke, soda and so on, while telling us that he only has a son, in Washington state university, his wife went to Washington to see his son...

The community has no walls and is integrated with the surrounding environment. Shady green, ancient trees towering, everywhere is a green lawn. A few birds linger, feed, and are free; From time to time can also see squirrels jumping in the tree, they are not afraid of people, open a pair of big eyes love to blink at us, chew things, we want to snap this lovely elf, it turned a lunge disappeared in the woods; The couple jumped merrily over the lawn, as if we were not there, and disappeared for a moment.

The harmony between man and nature is so ordinary here.