During the recess week, our group held a gathering. We did not go to any famous or interest place. We did not have many activities. However, we all enjoyed ourselves. Just as our monitor said, perhaps it was the only change we could sit together and have a heart-to-heart talk. We treasured this opportunity.
At 3pm in the Monday, we set off to Kent Ridge Park. Fortunately, the minute we got the pavilion at the peak, some Indians just left. We spread plentiful of snack out on the table. I was touched when the monitor passed the mustard peanut to me and said she bought this for me. I just mentioned to her once that I liked mustard and was surprised that she remembered it. Our monitor also went around vivo in order to buy the entire snack we liked, to present an excellent picnic for us.
While we were eating, some monkeys suddenly appeared. At first, we were excited to see them, throwing some nuts to them and taking photos with them. The monkeys were so sly that they utilized our curiosity and drew near to us to grab our bananas. Some girls even could not help screaming. At that moment, Tom exploited his advantage of acting to the full. He acted as the monster and drove the monkey away successfully.
Time went by and night fell. The light in the pavilion glowed softly. We sat there quietly. Somebody suggested talking about the experience of love. No joking, no jeering, no despising. We are young but we understand the meaning of love. We listened carefully, to cheer and sigh together. We got into each other’s heart, having a better understanding of each other.
I felt cozy in this picnic.
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