The hot wind is blowing in the midsummer in Beijing, and the busy crowds are rushing back and forth on the streets in the early morning. It seems as if everything has never belonged to this city, as if it has never been far away from this city. People wake up in a daze, and the city wakes up in a daze. A new day starts from this moment, and everything from yesterday is forgotten from now on. The days are moving forward, and so is the memory.