In china, always have some people asked me: “which season is your favorite?” If I was still in China, I must to say: “autumn.” Chinese autumn always is endued that some kind of mood by Chinese, and you always hear Chinese say autumn is sentimental, depressed, or something likes that. Don’t tell me that you can understand it instantly. Not only although I have lived nineteen years, I still don’t fell fall’s emotion, but I came here, which doesn’t even have autumn, the US.

     “Yesterday was damn hot”, someone said, “Is this fall?” Today, other guy said: “Today is damn cold. Winter is coming soon.” Sure, these are my feel. We know the world has four seasons, but in Mount Pleasant, I have just met summer and winter since I came. I don’t know how the weather varied my mind but it succeeds. I love Michigan’s weather, which is filled by excitement, inconstancy, and passion. I love Michigan’s weather just like even now I don’t understand why I love it; I love Michigan’s weather just like you don’t understand what I am talking about.