  I have been always wanted to visit this great city, the capital of all capitals of human kind. All though it was not as diverse as Los Angeles in demographics, I suppose it is the most diverse city in economics, politics, and last but never the least, fine art.
Just as some people said, it is just like a big apple pie. You can find whatever you want there. The skyline of New York City will be a permanent memory for its beholders, just like the statue of liberty can be the life time symbol of freedom for those immigrants on the Ellis island decades ago. I can not imagine how Louise Thomas sitting at his working desk in his office beside the East river pondering about life and society. But his view in the 70s can be one of the most refreshing and instructive for my life. I think it must be so exciting to be albe to see such a big city stretching out with concrete and steel, moaning, breathing, and egesting with the heart beat of this planet.It might be a skin cancer for earth, but I have to say it is the most amazing wonder mankind has ever acheived in history.
There should be numerous attractions in NYC. The place I wanted to go most is the Greenwich village. "The last leaf", a short novel by one of my favorite writer, O Henry, should have its setting at this place. All though with its world fame and commerciallization, I am not sure what kind of change has been made to this Mekka of all artists. Lots of O Henrie's novels have the setting of New York City. He wrote about wanderers, robbers, thieves, beggers, and non-entities just like me. "The gift of Magi" is one of them amongst my favourits. It was my bona-fide version of love for years, a true westernized version of "xiangru yi mo" .
So much about NYC. Up north and up the river of time, is the age of Jack London. It was a time of interdepence of man, women, and dogs. It was a world of harsh weather, sleds, starving wolves, pine trees,freezing creeks, and remote towns. It's an impressionism master piece of how cruel nature could be and how passionate love could be. ... ....I read these novels again and again when I was young. I kind of assimilated by it and tried to live by these codes. The love sometime was not so refined, but you can feel its heat, truethfullness with your heart.
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The man and women on the Yukong river..... .......... Down to the south, my first impression about the South part of United States is from the TV serial: "Nv Nu" and the macaroni " Leon xiu". I touched the heart of Southerners from the ball parties of gone with the wind at the twelve oaks, the cabin of Uncle Sam, the hilarious stories of Tom Soya, and travellers on the southern rivers. Now, lots of black people have moved back to the southern part of united states for the same reason they left there more than 200 years ago. It seems histroy is repeating itself in a unperceptable, subtle way.... .......... I made a wish tonight... .................. 
