The Diary

The Diary

“Day15 Sunny Dry

It has been 15 days that I leave my homeland. Today I am sooo tired. I just walk and walk and walk towards south. Sands and dusts are everywhere. I wonder if it is because I haven’t been abled to see plants for so long that I’ve been so crazy about everything related to green. I hate sick yellow. The only good news is that our group still have some liquid.”

“Day 21 Sunny Dry

Today we arrive Xiamen. The last time I went to Xiamen is about 15 years ago. I was 24 and I came with Dad and Mom. At that time, there were beautiful sea and vivid plants… but now, there are only sands like everywhere in earth. Last night, I dreamed about Dad and Mom. In the dream, their bodies are not covered with yellow sands. They send me to the college and take baggage for me. It is in summer, we eat juicy and sweet watermelon and laugh together… Then I wake up, and I sadly find that there is no watermelon but yellow and hot sands. at that moment, I really want to cry…but I find that I have no tear… Keep walking…”

“Day 29 Cloudy Dry

Today is cloudy. I never feel the dark cloud is so near to the ground. Our group is so happy. However, we’ve been waiting for a whole day, it does not rain. Disappointed. Keep walking… I wish there is sea in the south.”

“Day 40 Sunny Dry

The number of people in our group is decreasing… Maybe there is no sea and river in the world. Today I meet a young mother named Lucy with her one-year-old son. For dry mouth, we don’t say too much. Her son begins to cry… Lucy bits her finger and gives her son to suck her blood… It makes me to remember mom. I miss you so much.”

“Day 52 Sunny Dry

I find that I don’t care the others death anymore for I’ve seen too much people dead. There is no sea and river in the world. Death is human’s destiny. We deserve it. Jesus Buddha God whatever, please just make me die.”

“Day 59 Sunny Dry

Last night I dream that I was a little baby in mom’s uterus. I am in mom’s body and I am surrounded with liquid. That is so sweet. I am so tired that I cant write…”

“Day 65

Despair. ”

We find him and his diary on one morning. His face is covered with dusts, and his cracked lips raises… I have no face to pray to the god for human did so many bad things to nature, but I still hope he went to heaven.