Hainan Island @ China (7) – Sanya the city
5/12/19 good conversations are precious.
friend: “I miss somebody, but when we met in person, I didn’t know what to say and I even felt bored, maybe because the reality is noisy and not as pure and beautiful as what you were thinking”
me: “so, meet or not meet, which one is better?”
friend: “ both are good, it is just what you see and what you think often are not the same”
me: “it sounds sad. I would rather believe that the purity and beauty do exist?!?!”
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The semester is over! Even the Monday deadline cannot block my mood of going out kayaking and seeing some lame Iowa cliffs this morning 🙂 Looking at my summer playing agenda, I probably should catch up my Christmas trip blogs, lol
The Sanya city is a crowd, messy (construction cites here and there), chaotic and loud (many people and scooters) city, but I found some interesting spots in the city that worth broadcasting. This reminds me of our life, it is complex and imperfect, and sometimes it makes me feel like a moron, BUT there are still good sparks that can cheer us up.
Let’s first see some buildings in the city. Most of the time, this city looks like this:
But, in a good day, you see something like this. The architect is brilliant, a concrete forest in a concrete city 🙂
As a competition, there are also buildings that look like sailboats, not bad eh? Only rich people can live inside though
Poor people live life like this.
I am not sure if it is easily to see this in the above picture: there are five characters mounted on the yellow building, called “fat women seafood, located at 1F”. Sounds irresistible 🙂
Animals in this city also have different lives:
chilling in the market 
dead
These fishes are raised to eat off people’s dead skin of the feet 
amusing people in the airport
Plants?! They are civilized here.
At night, the city still has fun things to do.
this picture I taken from the bus, it is not a picture but a memo for me to remember there is a giant underground shopping here, GUCCI, COACH … you name it.
The last picture is a repertoire of my beginning short story
