Sometimes Beijing is a city, but in fact, Beijing is also a city.
Perhaps brilliant, when the yellow and red palaces stand majestically, and when the man wearing a yellow robe sits north and faces south, this city called Beijing has become a totem for many people - a holy city in their hearts and a place of dreams.
But sometimes Beijing is not a city, or just a dream. When you come, you start your dream-seeking journey. When you go, maybe the dream is broken and people wake up. Therefore, my friend Abu, who has long hair, said: Beijing is a vague place, hard to capture, always between reality and dreams. I love this city, but I will live in it with fear. As for me, Beijing is much simpler for me. Because of love, she left, but Beijing is still there. This is the only reason why I stay in Beijing.
Therefore, my friend Chen Wei laughed at me: You are such a promising guy, and you only like a city for a woman. Here, has the meaning of love become primitive or evolved?
Because of this, Sophia often held her chin under the lamp, pretending to look at me innocently, and then made an exaggerated expression: Ah! You are really great, you are the last man in this bustling city on the outside who sticks to his dreams and lives for love. Sophia is a mixed-race girl with a quarter of Russian blood. She also came to Beijing in search of an indescribable dream. She then felt that the most important thing in a woman's life is to have a man who loves her wholeheartedly, just like this city has not declined for six hundred years.