I record your beauty in the ruins. After sleeping, the ruins become oasis!--Shunde.

This is a Sunday afternoon, while the scenery is, I'm out of the dormitory, there is a path on the right road, rich multicolored decorations.

On the other side of the road next to the Mekong River water leisurely, banana, by anglers, was dedicated, sat quietly.

Not far away from the river is a banana forest with dense and lush foliage. Through the banana forest and walking east for twenty minutes, it is the park of IRI's Secret sports park. The park is beautiful, fresh and refreshing.

On the basketball court wearing uniforms, passionate young people attracted my attention, entered the stadium, looking for a remote corner, ready to watch a basketball match fully and delightfully. Although it is winter, but love basketball they still wear casual T-shirts and shorts, reminiscent of the year that the green years, there are always some people or things with us, maybe maybe maybe basketball, dance, game...... Maybe it is the inadvertent confusion between the low head, or the unnoticeable firmness when looking up. Now all gone, and now just like yesterday.

The night unwittingly fell, back to the dorm, waiting for second early morning...

If the early morning call is not a crisp bird's ringing, but a tedious alarm clock, put it in a bird's ringing sound, crisp...