Having grown up in Arizona with the Grand Canyon and the red plateaus （高原） of Sedona in my backyard，I spent many younger days fishing and exploring the mysterious land.I believed this southwestern state is home to the most beautiful landscape on Earth.No foreign scenery could compare with its endless blue sky and great mountains.
I thought so until I was invited to visit a southwestern province in China.On my trip to Guizhou，I had the chance to go boating on Wanfeng Lake.At one point I rested，floating at the centre of the lake，listening to the spaces between silence and looking at the mountain s around me.I thought about my childhood，and wished I had listened more closely to my father's fishing stories.
During my trip around the city of.Xingyi，in Guizhou，I saw the artworks of the Bouyei ethnic group（布依族）.They use colours produced from plants to make clothes of bright blues and greens.Local elders still practise weaving（编织） with wooden machines and pass that tradition on to their grandchildren.The history here is easily noticed.One could reach out ， touch it，and breathe it.It reminded me of.my home.My mother loved to make our home more beautiful with paintings and some handmade artworks.The designs were ancient，and carried.wisdom within them.This Earth is our home，and we celebrate its wonders.I caught that same feeling while enjoying the artworks in Xingyi.
I've lived away from Arizona for 10 years，living a new life in China.I've successfully built myself a family and a career.I feel as though I have everything that I need.For a moment，in Guizhou，I felt home.
