Life of Two Cities
I lived in Beijing for ten years. The city was old, filled with history. There, you met all kinds of people. From the professor walking in the park to the beggar on the street. Each person had a story, a piece of the city’s long history. You felt the weight of the past in every tree, every stone, every cicada’s song. Life in Beijing was about depth. It made you think about culture, history, and what it means to live. Every moment felt worth remembering. ...