The Water Cube

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On Friday we went to an art museum. There was a lake there, and a bridge that went halfway to a big cube with curtains. You could go into the cube. After the bridge ended, there were underwater steps.

I went with Ken, my dad’s boss. It felt good to be walking in the water. It was really hot in Beijing. 

June, Ken’s wife, came in too.

When I was walking that morning, I saw something like the steps to the cube. They went to a public toilet.

When you were inside the cube, you could sit down. There were a few white rocks in the lake.

 

We made the rocks into a circle.

I put my feet in the circle.

The cube moves around. It was probably a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

At the edge of the lake, someone had written Chinese characters. Our friend Zhongjie told us they said “Do you need to cool off?”

I wrote my own characters.