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I've learned a lesson about Beijing's summer this year. In one word, it's hot! The sweltering heat was like putting a person in a steamer, making it difficult to breathe and out of breath. If you go for a walk on the street, your front and back vests will be soaked when you come back. I live on the edge of the Second Ring Road, on the 31st floor in mid-air. Not only is it hot, but there is also another hassle. The cars on the road are running day and night. It seems not obvious during the day, but at night, the noise is like listening to the tide at the beach or the waterfall at the mouth of the pot, making you unable to sleep all night. So I just thought: Beijing, my beautiful capital, I can't stand your troubles, so I'd better retreat. But when I thought about it, I couldn't do it. We were serving other people's dishes and being controlled by others. We were stationed outside the station. The editorial boss didn't say anything, so we had better keep going.