My name is Ling Yuyan. I am 23 years old. I majored in medicine in China. I am now a master's student in the Department of Medicine at Kyung Hee University in South Korea. He has a black belt in Taekwondo and a yellow belt in karate. He is proficient in four foreign languages: English, Japanese, Korean and Italian. On the outside, he has a quiet and gentle personality, shy and gentle, but in reality he is strong and a lonely person. She has long hair that reaches her waist. She likes to read, draw, listen to music, and make things by herself. Her favorite novels are martial arts novels. Looking at the swords, shadows, and tenderness in the novels, she can always imagine herself as a character in Gu Long's works. She fantasizes about finding the person she loves most, and joining hands with him to fight for justice. Fantasy is always no match for reality, and time passes day by day. Finally, all the courses in Korea are over. As the plane lands at Beijing Capital International Airport, I have become very accustomed to being alone. I don't expect anyone to pick me up in the bustling airport waiting room. I dragged my heavy luggage back to my dusty home. I opened the door and saw the happy family portrait on the wall. I smiled and said to them: "I'm back!".
It took me a day to finally clean the house enough for people to see, and I had a comfortable sleep. I got up very early the next day and planned to go out for a walk. I just looked at the newly replaced calendar before going out and found that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th of the lunar calendar. The weather was very comfortable and there was a light mist in the morning air. . .