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	Fujian

	Yongding

"There is no way. You must gives up."
Meny people gathered for the surroundings and I was persuaded all together.
"Is there another way?"
I almost cryed in my mind at that time.
"I will go by my motorbike. ride my back." he said.

Our motorbike began to run the way to Yongding. If a wind is equivalent to my body directly, it has a very good feeling. I saw the mountains that is surrounding us, the house of a bricks, the rice field which flows back finished, and thin blue sky. I enjoyed them enough.

"Cold ?"
"No!"
Although sunlight is also warm, if it goes a mountain path, I was truly felt cold. However, I did by not wanting answering that it is cold.


	The track came and passed from back then. There is no guardrail in this way and we did't have helmets. "Not be afraid". He said as he knew about my feeling. I noticed the distance from the museum to Yongdingthing is frarther than I considered. I was sorry to him. "How old are you?" He asked. I told a lie. "I am 30 alrealy." "You were born here right?" "Yes, here is my hometown." We withdrew from some small towns and arrived at Yongding at last. It came so far and it turns out that this city is not a farm village. we came the park and have some rest. " You stay here tonight?" "I will be here and tomorrow morning, I will back to Xiamen" "How do you think about we will back to Hukeng now?" "Why?" "There are many buses for Xiamen there" "But, I am tired already and was been hungry. it cost how much to Fukeng?" "Free. the city is the way to my house."


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