2010年美国夏令营沈依宁游学心得

　　I was boating in the river, feeling relaxing and even a little sleeping when the ten-minutes cruise of the Small World in Disney Land, Los Angeles was almost over. It was a pleasant cruise—there was no up and downs, no mummies turned up suddenly and grabed you, and, of course, no scream with horror or excitement. How nice cruise it is.

　　Then I heard a voice in the Broadcast saying goodbye to visitors in different languages, English of course, then Japanese, then Spanish, then French, followed with Italian and Germany.

　　No Chinese.

　　I listened carefully for a second time. Still no chinese.

　　It sunned me. As one of the most widely used languages in the world. Why? How can they forget it?

　　And it was even more stunning when I suddenly found that this careless mistake made me angry and hurt since I had never been so patriotic before. And I really wondered why.

　　The next day we went to a Mexican restaurant.

　　There were ten Mexican musicians (whether thye are professional or amateur, I have no idea) on the stage in the resaurant and gave us a traditional Mexican folle songs performance.

　　I was, again, stunned when I found the expressions of the Mexican customers around us—proud, ecstatic, enjoyful. They sang along with the melody, swayed their bodies with the rhythem, and they became part of the music. I can not describe the atmosphere with porr vocabulary, but I can feel that these enjoyful songs because their language, a language that can only be understood by themselves.

　　 Then I realized that a foreign country can make everyone be patiotic. Just like we , when I didn’t hear a farewell in chinese in the Disney Land, and just like the Mexicans, when they sang to the folk melody in a small, dim restaurant in downtown in Los Angeles of USA.

　　And that’s because, we will never forget who we are.

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