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I beg you for the translation of "Travel journal", the third course of compulsory English course 1 for the first year of high school students published by the Foreign Language Research Institute. The original text is also acceptable. Thank you. I will give you full marks for all the answers. I need it urgently! ! !

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JOURNEY DOWN THE MEKONG

PART 2 A NIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS

Although it was autumn, the snow was already beginning to fall in Tibet. Our legs were so heavy and cold that they felt like blocks of ice. Have you ever seen snowmen ride bicycles? That's what we looked like! Along the way children dressed in long wool coats stopped to look at us . In the late afternoon we found it was so cold that our water bottles froze. However, the lakes shone like glass in the setting sun and looked wonderful. Wang Wei rode in front of me as usual. She is very reliable and I knew I didn't need to encourage her. To climb the mountains was hard work but as we looked around us, we were surprised by the view. We seemed to be able to see for miles. At one point we were so high that we found ourselves Then we cycling through clouds. Then we began going down the hills. It was great fun especially as it gradually became much warmer. In the valleys colorful butterflies flew around us and we saw many yaks and sheep eating green grass. At this point we had to change our caps, coats, gloves and trousers for T-shirts and shorts.

In the early evening we always stop to make camp. We put up our tent and then we eat. After supper Wang Wei put her head down on her pillow and went to sleep but I stayed awake. At midnight the sky became clearer and the stars grew brighter. It was so quiet. There was almost no wind-only the flames of our fire for company. As I lay beneath the stars I thought about how far we had already traveled.

We will reach Dali in Yunnan Province soon, where our cousins ??Dao Wei and Yu Hang will join us. We can hardly wait to see them!

Unit 3 Travel Magazine

Journey down the Mekong River

Part 1 Dreams and Plans

My name is Wang Jiangkun. Ever since high school, my sister Wang Wei and I have always dreamed of taking a great bike trip. Two years ago, she bought an expensive mountain bike, and then she convinced me to buy one. Last year, she visited our cousins, Dao Hang in Wei and Jin, at their university in Kunming. They are of the Dai ethnic group, who grew up in western Yunnan Province near the Lancang River, part of China, which is known as the Mekong River in other countries. Wang Wei soon became interested in bicycles. After graduating from college.we finally had the opportunity to travel by bicycle. I asked my sister, "Where are we going?" It was my sister's first idea to cycle along the Mekong River from the source to the end. Now she is planning our schedule for the trip.

I like my sister, but she has a serious flaw. She can be stubborn. Although she didn't know the best way to get to the place, she insisted on making the trip perfect. Now, I know the right way is always her way. I kept asking her, "When did we leave and when did we come back?" I asked her if she was looking at the map yet. Of course, she didn't; my sister doesn't care about the details. So I told her that the source of the Mekong River is in Qinghai. She gave me a determined look—the kind that said she wouldn't change her mind. When I told her that our journey would start at an altitude of over 5,000 meters, she seemed very excited about it. When I told her it would be hard to breathe the air and it would be cold, she said it would be an interesting experience. I know my sister. She had made a decision and no one could change it. Finally, I had to give in.

A few months before our trip, Wang Wei and I went to the library. We found a large number of atlases and good maps showing details of world geography. We can see from that atlas that the Mekong River begins in the Tibetan Glacier Mountains. At first the river was small, the water was clear and cold. Then it starts moving quickly. It turns into rapids and flows through deep valleys traveling through western Yunnan Province. Sometimes the river turns into a waterfall and enters a wide valley. We both were surprised to find that half of the river is in China. It brings China back to high altitudes, where the Mekong becomes wide, brown and warm. As he entered Southeast Asia, his speed slowed down. It makes wide or meandering low plains through valleys where rice grows. Finally, the river delta enters the South China Sea.

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Journey down the Mekong River

Part 2 A night in the mountains

Although it is autumn, the snow has begun Landed in Tibet. Our feet were so heavy and cold that they felt like ice cubes. Have you ever seen a snowman riding a bike? That’s what we look like! Children along the road donned long woolen coats and stopped to watch us. In the late afternoon we realized it was so cold that our water bottles froze. However, the lake photo glass looked amazing under the sunset. Wang Wei rode in front of me as usual. She is reliable and I know I don't need to encourage her. Going up the mountain was hard work, but when we looked around us, we were amazed by the views. We could see for what seemed like miles. At one point we were so high that we found ourselves cycling through the clouds. Then we started descending the mountains. It’s so fun, especially as it gets a lot warmer. In the valley colorful butterflies flew around us and we saw many yaks and sheep eating green grass. At this point we had to change our hats, coats, gloves and pants into t-shirts and shorts.

In the evening we always stopped and set up camp. We set up the tent and then we ate. After lunch, I sat for a while. After dinner, Wang Wei put her head on her pillow and went to bed, but I was always alert. At midnight the sky becomes clearer and the stars brighter. It's so quiet. There were hardly any wind-only fires for company. As I lay under the stars I thought about how far we have come.

We will arrive in Dali, Yunnan, where our cousins ??Kuai Dao and Yu Gua Wei will join us. We can't wait to meet them!