The first time I adventured in the wonderland was a late autumn afternoon. The white and yellow chrysanthemums were in blossom; and one could easily smell the fragrance of roses thirty feet away from the garden...
As I gently turned the door knob and pushed the heavy door open, I was astonished by the volumes of books displayed in front of me. I bet there were at least five hundred thousand books! The ceiling must have been renovated for a few times, as I could see the painting of Maria and baby Jesus appeared quite new and bright.
I walked toward the shelf next to the French window and found an interesting collection of ancient religious books. To my great surprise, there were several series of Chinese religious tales. I noticed one of them marked by a red dragon on the rim. Out of curiosity, I pulled out the book and started to flip through. It was all in English even though I did not know any words, I recognized the alphabets.
While I was contemplating the vivid illustrations in the books, my eyes soon fell on a blue phoenix. The wings of this gorgeous bird were so pretty and I couldn’t help myself but stretched out my right hand to caress them. As I was appreciating the delicate picture, I suddenly found the eyes of this beautiful creature moved back and forth. I thought I was dreaming, but the phoenix briskly flapped its wings and turned into a crimson animal.
To be continued…
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