100 Images of the New Generation

Author: Dai Wenjian
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Publish Date: 2004-03-01
Features: The content of this book: In the northern winter, it gets dark very early. Just after 4:30, the streetlights turn on one by one. Night life also seems to start earlier, and a friend wants to invite me out to have fun. But suddenly, I have no interest in going out and would rather spend a simple night at home. Living in the city, one always has to find something to do at night, as if not doing so would be a waste of the colorful night life. But recently, I’ve come to think that staying at home is the happiest thing in the world.
When it comes to the current night life, there are basically only a few things to do. If you go to a karaoke room to sing, you’ll end up drinking a bellyful of tea, screaming your lungs out, and enduring the sound of an old, worn-out jukebox that plays songs your ears have already grown numb to. Over time, it completely kills off the little bit of musical cells you have left—what joy is there in that?
Now, let’s talk about bowling. My grip is weak, so I have to use an 8-pound ball to even throw it. But an 8-pound ball is too light, so it doesn’t go straight in the later rounds, and my scores are always bad. Plus, my fingers are thin, so I often can’t hold the ball properly. When I try to throw it, it slips out of my hands and doesn’t go onto the lane—it ends up on the floor instead. As a result, the next day, I still have aching waist and legs, and it’s incredibly painful. And those prize-winning designs in the bowling alleys are like flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror—always within reach but never attainable.