After today’s torch relay at Canberra, I have too many things that I want to say, but I guess people must have heard so many stories that had happened in there and I doubted if my input would ever seem more worthwhile of my readers’ time, effort or interest.

Canberra was extremely beautiful in its morning mist over the lake. You can see the black swans swimming through the fog, which almost made me forget the frostbites that I felt “being growing on my feet”. It was 7 o’clock when all the balloons were off the ground in the sky and the Captain Cook’s fountain spraying the water up high. It was all our national flags gathered in the starting place and handsome policemen were still bathing in the morning light.

I was deeply touched by what I have seen and heard. And that proud feelings of being a Chinese has never been so strong and the passion, that we might have had long time ago when we were young, or that we are losing slowly with the time passing by, hit everyone in their hearts at that particular place and the time. You felt that you were one of them, a small red dot in the ocean of the endless redness, and to love and fight for what you believe can never be something small or underestimated.

Sometimes I wondered how much courage does it take for us to at least do once?