Beijing is always my favorite city, since childhood. In a lot of spots around the urban, there spread yesterday's giggling laughter and golden sunshine Mom, Dad and I had. Through it's almost 20 years before, I still have some blur but inerasable memories. Holding their hands slipped the tiny me through the tunnel, Looking in to the macro-rainbow shined in the fountain in front of the International Exhibition Centre, Sitting by the Lake in Summer Palace in a gloomy afternoon.
I never know why, but one day I lost them and do not dare or willing to recall all those memories. The more I trusted the world, the more I feel myself be cheated. So I decided to return to the starting point: stay with my own heart and taste memories alone. Bitter or Sweet, I feel nothing. I swear to myself, that I will never be self-indulgence, weak again. I am independent, wise. If I succeed, and if I fall, at least I live as all I believe.
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