HarbinSea

Harbin does not have seas. It has an island. It's called The Sun island. I've only been there a couple times.
There are tons of people everywhere in Harbin: people squeezing on public buses, teenagers talking in lines at McDonald's, elders eagerly practicing Tai Chi Chuan in parks, women gossiping away about their sons and daughters, men sitting out on their lounges, chilling. You pass at least 100 people walking down one street. They make up the beautiful patterns on the Chinese landscape.
Some say scarcity equals value. The opposite is true here. Everyone of these people have precious memories, and stories that tracks back to generations. Each is remembered in his/her own right.
I remember visiting the clinic at 6 and listening to an old guy rant on about Chariman Mao. I can still vaguely hear his voice. He sounded very stubborn in the sense that he can stay in one topic for-ever. I remember my mom got into an argument with an salesperson. He got so furious that his anger made me want to run away, but my mom took it like a gentlemen. And my drawing teacher who wore colorful pants.
So you see, Harbin does not have seas.
But Harbin has stars that glistens in the dark, families that has the northen hospitality and people who brings vibrancy.