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this is an old story:
there was a boy who lived near the riverside. he was so curious about the world of the otherside of the river and wanted to have a look in person. the wish inside him grew so strong that oneday he eventually swimmed through the river to the otherside of the river. there he found a world the same as he lived before, but he was still happy. then he married and aged and had son and grandson.
one day he found his grandson standing at the riverside and he asked ' what r u doing here', and his grandson replied ' I want to have a look at the otherside of the river'......
it was yesterday evening that I recalled this story. at that time I was having dinner. I was eating tomato which was the same as in china and I was eating green pepper which was the same as in china too. when I was in china I was longing to go here. now I am here and I find there is not much deffrence. but I am still happy and I think there is something in common among us: curiosity or something else.
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