Plain Old Shanghai
It should have been a common ground,
that the city we are born into,
can never possibly match
the exotic beauty
of the outside world.
Yet for the first time
I’m riding along
the bank of River Suzhou.
The gentle breeze, the brick walls,
the solemn, yet elegant yellow lights.
I was reluctant.
I refuse to admit,
Dear Wulaoshi and Malaoshi,
At first I didn’t realize what kind of experience I am going to have in Xi’an. I thought I was looking for an ancient King’s land, or an an escape from city life, or a feast of snacks and specialties. Then I was lost for a day or two - I had none of those coming.
But now when I look bac...
I don’t know if it’s senseless, but it’s just so pacifying looking at the log waterfall of a computer learning.