Since moving back to the US, I admit that I do miss eating fresh lychees and dragon fruit .

But step outside the meat-locker air-conditioning for a moment, and you might encounter a toothless peasant in a coolie hat carrying handmade baskets of fresh lychees balanced on a bamboo pole.

Like fresh winds blowing out of this lychee campus, like eagles spreading their wings, you aspire towards the azure sky higher and above.