Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. – John Kenneth Galbraith

The EZRA POUND Class is Full Of Ice Cream ghosts !
Until 2 55 pm i was preparing for the presentation about the American poet Ezra pound. in the class, MiSen bought ice cream for professor and classmates, because she also gives presentation about Ezra's life. the professor once leaked some information about his crush to ice cream, and the ice cream pleased the professor a lot, too happy to listen to what the presenter was talking about, but because he ate it too fast, the moment i went in front, he just finished the big box of ice cream and began to concentrate on the essay and did not forget to ask tough questions about the poems frequently and cheerfully -.- fortunately, he wanted us to go for some outdoor class, so as soon as i finished the presentation, we went out to a art gallery , 10 minutes driving from school. one of the classmates drove us to the spot, navigated by professor ahead. we arrived along the musical way. it is a spacious hall, laid by some pictures and objects with some special concepts, like "mother nature" ^^ and in the end, we chose one T shirt as a gift. after the gallery, our professor invited us for some coffee. but instead of coffee, i chose yogurt ice cream, which shocked them. they asked me why i chose ice cream again after i had ice cream in the classroom, i said because i like yogurt and i do not like coffee. surprisingly they were very satisfied with my answer. actually, i lied to them, i preferred yogurt before but not now. i could not find the right reasons for my choosing yoghurt's ice cream and lying to them that i like it. but why did i choose yoghurt's ice cream? it was weird in that weird coffee shop served by the weird grand mom. the little yard in front of the coffee shop was cultivated like a flower shop, all kinds of flowers were grown, which are beautiful but shady. the most strange part was when i went out of the small room, i saw a numb frozen face in another room. only one person was visible. i peeked at him, all of sudden , i was trembling with horror. i do not know why, the garden in front was so beautiful but when we were sitting inside, the faces seemed to be distorted... "ghost!" i shrieked and fainted, found myself lying in a white covered bed in a spacious room. it is another blank space. anything is there, but i can not see.