Peking University beauty

Author: Zhong Haoqin
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Publish Date: 2003-09-01
Features: I look back in my mind at the 18 years I have already walked. I am accustomed to reviewing myself on the last day of each age. Birthdays are always noisy, that is others'; while the day before a birthday is always quiet, belonging to oneself. I quietly recall the joys and sorrows of the past. I see that there is also a stage in my mind, where I cry or laugh, but this play, the time is a bit ridiculous. Snow, like scattered dust, falls on the Beihai Lake. The lake, noisy all winter, is now silent, leaving only the face scratched by ice skates and roller skates, as if the youthful beauty has aged in the blink of an eye. And the willows by Beihai Lake tremble in the wind, as if trying to shake off the helplessness of a winter of thinness, yet there is some greenery. Sleeping beside the Boya Tower, it is the withering winter and the unawakened spring. Or perhaps it is me, with dazed eyes.