The Mystery on the Great Wall of China

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Pen Pals
As they drove from the airport into
Beijing, the kids chatted merrily in the back seat
of the van. It was still very early in the morning,
but the city was already bustling. Christina was
only half listening, as she marveled at the
old/new combinations she saw along the way:
soaring skyscrapers…water buffalo pulling a
plow in a field…lazy lakes with red-sailed boats
called junks…a rush hour traffic jam…people in
red silk dresses with dragon designs…and others
in serious black business suits. It was amazing!
“Christina!” Li said, to get the
daydreaming girl’s attention.
“Sorry, Li,” Christina mumbled, turning
away from the window to look at her favorite
pen pal. Li was petite with glistening black hair