Huai Shi carried his travel backpack, suddenly unaware of where he actually was.
"Shocked, aren't you?" Next to him, a young male traveler passing by revealed a smile, patted his shoulder, and said, "Welcome to Yellowstone National Park, friend, America welcomes you."
America... Yellowstone...
It seemed as if something was stirring in his heart.
Gradually, in his daze, he began to understand.
Yes, this was America, no mistake. He had come to the place with the most magnificent scenery.
Forgetting to recall his purpose, he shouldered his backpack and instinctively moved forward along the road, surveying the smooth, mirror-like lake in the distance. Under the daylight, the colorful rocks at the bottom of the lake rendered the water incredibly dazzling, and the scattered light reflected onto Huai Shi's face. He bent down, washed his face, and heard the crisp calls of distant birds.
