This Little Girl Is a Master

The locust flowers in Peiping fell into the ruts, and he clutched the sweaty copper plate, with the setting sun breaking through the corners of his eyes - that was the third time he tightened his grip on the handlebars, thinking that he could hold on to the dream of "being the best among men." Her wedding dress was still hanging on the wall, Bai Ling sank into the moat, and he looked at the car snatched away by the soldiers and suddenly knelt down at the mouth of the well. The shadow of a twenty-year-old man dangled in the water: the man was tightening the newly purchased rubber belt and humming "Su Wu Sheep", thinking that he could escape the dark night of Peking by running hard.