ing-bottom: 75%;"> I went Chong Qing in July is a city which was built near mountains. Sopeople call it Mountain City. In Chong Qing,I went to the Red Stone Center, to see the places which the prisoners lived inthe past. It is a terrible and awful trip. There are a lot of dogs, and soldiers with guns near the prisons. And most of theprisons are good, they didn't want to tell the bad people where the other people were. They lived in very small houses. Nogood food to eat, no good water to had only twenty minutes to stay out side per day but they still said nothing. Ithink they are the heros in that century. I will follow their spirit. 下面的長了點。。也難了點。。 That was the firsttime for me to come to America. The trip was much more exciting than I had expected. As planned, I got my plane ticket andstarted my journey. Everything went smoothly at first. I departed from my home city Qingdao and changed a larger plane inSeoul, South Korea. The second day the plane arrived in Chicago on time and I was in high spirits for I almost got to mydestination—SMSU (Southwest Missouri State University) in Springfield. Just at that time something unexpected happened. WhenI went through the customs, the immigration officer asked me about the 9-year-old boy who travelled with me all the way fromChina. As a matter of fact, I didn't really know the boy before. Before I left China, his grandparents heard that I wascoming to Springfield through Chicago, so they asked me to take this boy to his parents who work in Chicago. The boy had allthe necessary documents, including his passport, American visa, etc. Without any hesitation, I agreed to take care of the boyon my way to Chicago. I explained to the officer, but he insisted that I should show the boy's parents?letter inviting theboy to America, which we didn't bring with us. The officer asked us to stay aside and after a while, another officer came andbrought us to a special room and ordered us to be quiet. When I looked around, I found another man there, whose ankle wasfastened with fetters to a bench leg. It was obvious that I had lost my freedom. They probably thought I was a smuggler whosmuggle children to America. The plane for Springfield was leaving soon. I tried to explain, but they refused to just asked us to sit still. After about 30 minutes, one officer came to ask me about the boy's parents?telephone numberand I told him they were waiting outside the Customs Office and told him their names. The officer said he would find r another 20 minutes, he came back and returned my passport and allowed me to go, but he did not bring the boy's parentsin. His parents were not allowed into the Customs Office, so the boy had to wait. Just imagine, how frightening for a boy whowas only 9 years old, speaking no English and was told to stay there waiting! So I said: "No, I won't go unless the boy goeswith me or you let his parents come to fetch him." On hearing this, the officer asked me to wait and after 10 minutes, hecame out and gave us the boy's passport and allowed us to leave. I looked at my watch. I had 8 minutes left to get onto myplane. We hurried to look for our luggage. Just as the old saying goes, "When it rains, it pours."One of my luggage bags inwhich I put all my daily neccessities was missing. I looked everywhere but failed to find it. An officer there told me to goand collect it in Springfield. I had to take the boy to his parents. There were so many people waiting outside. I could notfind his parents. I had never seen them before. The boy was so young that I dared not let him go alone to look for hisparents for fear he might get lost. Finally I had to call out his father's name at the top of my voice, and getting a fewstares. They probally thought I was mad. Luckily he heard me and my mission of taking the boy to his parents was there was only about 2 minutes before the plane took off. So we (his father and I) hurried to the terminal, only to betold the plane had left exactly 2 minutes before. The officer at the terminal suggested us to take the next day's plane forit was already 9 pm. I was really exhausted. The only thing I could do then was to find the nearest hotel, "Hilton Hotel"tostay for the night. 我又在7月重慶是一個依山而建的城市附近。因此人們稱之爲山城。在重慶，我去了紅石中心，看到囚犯的地方，住在過去。這是一個可怕的，可怕的旅程。有很多很多的狗，和附近的監獄槍的士兵。和大多數監獄是好的，他們不想告訴其他地方的人壞人。他們住在非常小的房子。否良好的食物吃，沒有好的水只有20分鐘，每天留出的一面，但他們仍然沒有說什麼。我認爲他們在一個世紀的英雄。我會跟進他們的精神。下面的長了點。。也難了點。。這是第一次我的時間，來到美國。這次旅行更令人興奮的比我的預期。按照計劃，我得到了我的飛機票，開始我的旅程。起初一切順利順利。我離開家鄉 My Hometown'>我的家鄉青島，改變在一個更大的飛機韓國漢城。第二天飛機抵達芝加哥時，我是爲我精神抖擻我差點目的地西南密蘇里州立大學（西南密蘇里州立大學），在斯普林菲爾德。就在這時候意想不到的事情發生。何時我走過的海關，移民官員問我9歲的男孩誰與我遊，一路從中國。作爲事實上，我真的不知道面前的男孩。我離開中國之前，他的爺爺奶奶聽說我是來通過芝加哥斯普林菲爾德，所以他們問我借這個男孩的父母誰在芝加哥工作。所有的男孩必要的文件，包括他的護照，美國簽證，沒有任何猶豫等，我同意採取照顧的孩子在我的途中到芝加哥。我向軍官，但他堅持認爲我應該顯示男童的父母？邀請函美國男孩，我們並沒有帶來我們。該名人員要求我們留一邊，過了一會兒，另一名警察來了，把我們帶到一個特殊的房間，命令我們要安靜。當我環顧四周，我發現另一名男子出現，他的腳踝系與在凳子上腳鐐。很明顯，我失去了我的自由。他們可能以爲我是誰走私兒童走私到美國。飛機的斯普林菲爾德很快離開。我試圖解釋，但他們不聽。他們只是要求我們坐不住了。約30分鐘後，一名官員來詢問孩子的家長我？電話號碼我告訴他，他們在外面等着，海關辦事處，並告訴他自己的名字。他說他會找到他們。再過20分鐘，他回來，回到我的護照，並讓我去，但他並沒有把這個男孩的父母只有他的父母是無法進入海關總署，所以男孩等待。試想，一個男孩如何可怕誰只有9歲，說完全不懂英語，被告知呆在那裏等待！所以，我說：“不，我不會去，除非男孩我或者你讓他的父母來接他。“聽到這一消息，該人員要求我等待10分鐘後，他走了出來，給我們的孩子的護照，並允許我們離開。我看了看手錶。我已經8分鐘離開登上我的飛機。我們趕緊尋找我們的行李。正如一句老話所說：“如果下雨，它澆注。”我的一個行李袋我把我所有的日常neccessities失蹤。我望着到處，但未能找到它。一名軍官告訴我那裏去在斯普林菲爾德，並收集它。我不得不帶着這個孩子回到他的父母。有這麼多的人在外面等着。我不能找到他的父母。我從沒有見過他們。這名男孩是如此年輕，我也不敢讓他獨自去尋找他的父母擔心他可能會丟失。最後，我不得不在呼喚我的聲音頂部他父親的名字，並獲得數眼神。他們probally以爲我瘋了。幸運的是他聽到我和我的孩子到他父母的使命是完成。但只有大約2分鐘前，飛機起飛。因此，我們（他的父親和我），急忙向終端，只需要說，這架飛機已經離開2分鐘前到底。在終端人員建議我們採取第二天乘飛機已是晚上九時。我真的感到疲憊。我唯一能做當時找到最近的星級酒店，“希爾頓酒店”停留過夜。#p#分頁標題#e#
