A fun summer camp
Written by 白健宇
First of all, again, I want to say thanks to all the RAs for leading us through many difficulties. I enjoyed all the classes and activities.
In the morning, we went to the history class after breakfast, what was interesting about today's class is we learned why American threw 2 atomic bombs to Japan and whether it is necessary. These are what I am always curious about.
In the afternoon, we went surfing, when I was small, I tried to surf but I was nearly swallowed by the sea, and today I wanted to get over it. When it was my turn, I was so nervous. When the wave came, I could feel my heart beating so fast. Before I realized what happened, the surf board already brought me to the beach. I was terrified at that time. However, I didn't give up, instead, I decided to try again. This time, I could kneel on the board! That felt great! I tried and tried; however, neither could I move my legs nor stand up, if I tried to stand, I would fall. Not until had tried thousands times could I stand on the board properly. After that, I got more confident, feeling surfing quite easy.
Lastly, thanks to all of my friends from Yale group, without you guys, this isn't going to be a fun summer camp.
二遇海
Written by 陆昕冉
这是我第二次去海滩。
首遇海滩的那个午后还历历在目，一缕刺眼的阳光被飞舞在空中的尘埃反射，细细的，闪闪的，好像无数面镜子，无论是空中的尘埃还是地上的细沙。人群沸腾，海风中涌动着汗水的味道和人们的欢笑。
这一次，是不一样的。没有阳光，没有人潮。空无一人的海滩在阴天向我们展现了它独特的一面，喧闹背后的无限寂寥。一波又一波的海浪，将它内心的声音无限放大，放大。我赤着脚，站在海天之间，深深浅浅的浪潮一次又一次漫上脚踝。也许是因为这灰蒙蒙的气氛渲染了每个人，大家都静静地在海边漫步，感受这里的每一寸呼吸，任凭微小的雨点滴落在脸上。
沉默没有维持多久，随着一波人前往追逐浪潮，在冲浪板上起起伏伏，不时传来的欢笑打破了之前的阴郁。
这样，我第二次遇见了这片海，我的二遇海。拾起一片贝壳，在海滩上用力写下再见。涨潮了，字就被埋藏在海底；涨潮了，我也该走了；涨潮了，再见了。
愉快的一天
Written by 王银月
早上的天空乌云飘过，丝丝雨滴划过窗户，落入草丛.昔日嬉笑的学生早就躲进了分散四处的教学楼，时而才能看见撑伞的人踏着匆忙的步伐奔走于小道中.望着天空不禁默默叹息，今日要去徒步的我该去何处，是多想再次品尝一下那酸甜可口的树莓，与同伴牵手共同漫步于树林，站在高处纵观全景左边是海，右边是山林.
似乎是在预料之内我错失了这次的徒步，但我们仍欢笑着坐着巴士踏上了属于我们今天的目的地-Outlets..一路上望着窗外渐渐放晴的天空，我们的心情也从沮丧变得欢腾、雀跃。在我们下车那一刹那，阳光穿透云层，照耀着我。踏上了我们的购物的旅程.还记得在化妆品店里kevin傻傻的问我洗脸仪如何用，为何女生要买那么多有过的护肤品。整个店里是我们和可爱的Ra的笑。puma里面Kevin纠结着买什么鞋，只穿着袜子去结账的呆萌样子；在Godiva里面Lynn纠结着巧克力的卡路里；而我，Bella和Kevin各拿着我们买的饮品谈笑着。记忆犹新的是在polo里面纠结码数的我，大胆地去问一个身材和我爸我很像的人。刚开始他诧异的对着我笑着摇头说他不是店员，通过三言两语的解释他终于知道了我想干嘛，并极其耐心的给我看他的衣服码数和帮我试穿.载着满满的收获我们回到了车上，轻哼着歌，风吹起我们的头发，树影映在我们的脸上。
时间匆匆，夜幕降临，我们的DJ晚会将我们的心情带到最高点，放开的唱着歌，席地而坐与台上的歌手合唱着，欢呼着。最后的hip pop课除了学会了舞蹈我还收获了来自我Ra的奶茶一杯。
