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Hey you guys~How's your weekend?
The boat trip has ended for like a week till I start now to write something about it.
It was fun, as the first time of my life to be aboard a boat like this. Maybe that's the reason why the memory is still so fresh even after so many days.
Luckily, the weather was good, the sun felt warm and gentle. i was deeply moved when the boat was drove off the harbor. White spray bloomed out from the poop, scattered aside the water. Strong wind blew our girls' hair, with the thunder of the engine, we headed to the sea.
Sailing around the Boston harbor was like walking through the history. Every single detail, the height of the trees, the length of the islands' beach, the light colored sailboats, the smell of the sea, or even the building on land far away, formed into a story about itself.
The cleanup project and the big dig are the two top significant things to remember. No wonder the water could be so beautiful, this huge infrastructure had brought purity back to the harbor, and back to the Boston city.
Bruce said, right after the trip, "Boston's fortune is based on the dead men's money. " It came to me the question that--" Whose isn't?" This is like the cycle of the natural rules. People are making money from the death of others. New things grow upon the old ones. The example of the ice king shows a good example of that. Boston is using this, to build the entire city. We can never stop, making mistakes of excess and manage to make it up after that. It started from the very beginning, from 1773, from the Boston tea party. Maybe only history knows, business is crucial and fair, and all about the pursuit of freedom.
However, when we ported at the Quincy's, everything calmed into peace, especially the paranoid thoughts of mine. The houses aside the coast were really a feast for eyes. They were so gorgeous that when I looked at them, there became a warm spring flew over my body. Still, beyond the puzzle and stress of the city, you can find this kind of place, expressing the meaning of family and friendship. It was the moment when the boy next to me burst into words:" Ten years, I'll need ten years to own a house, to own a life exactly like this. " The man was so young, ambitious and cocky. That is, fortunately, we are so young to dream and fight for the dreams. Suddenly, the "declaration" made him outstanding. Perhaps we can make differences, according to this amazing age. Spray of the poop bridged a rainbow over the sea. Everything seems so pretty, and polished with hope. Maybe only history knows, it would know, what may happen tomorrow.


sherry