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I am here again.
The city of Beijing was in its full awakening. The street was
jam-packed with noisy armies of cars, buses, bicycles and busy-looking pedestrians.
The sound of bicycle bells and talking passersby were almost
undistinguishable from the piercing sound of the automobile horns. Storekeepers were busy opening their shops to welcome the customers who began to
bargain loudly. Cooking smoke and smells from restaurants and food stalls
constantly overwhelmed the whole street.
I pulled my jacket tightly to my shivering
body. A thick layer of fog swirled lazily in the higher sky, acting like an
effective filter for the beaming sun. Only a small amount of light and heat
were able to penetrate through the mass. I strolled along the busy street until
the white fence of the public park caught my eye. As I stood in front of the
lush green park, I peered through the dense trees and saw neat rows of elderly
people practicing their morning Tai-Keck. Their martial art-based movements
were calm and steady, wondrously undisturbed by the hectic surroundings and
chilly air. Their serenity was almost a world apart from the turbulence outside.
The purity of the place instantly attracted me. I
turned right into the entrance and walked straight to where the
grandmothers and grandfathers were gathering. I found a perfect resting place
on a stone bench near their practicing field.
I am here again.
Virtually nothing had changed since my
last visit last year, except that this time I came alone. It had become a
routine for me to pack up and fly here once the school holiday started. When I
was in high school, I usually came here with my uncle, a distinguished eye doctor
who had to participate in a doctors’ conference every year or two, or my
grandmother who loved to travel here with her fellow teachers. But this time I
was all by myself. My brother loathed flying. He always had terrible
air-sickness. And my mother was incredibly firm when she refused to come here
with me. She simply said that despite its cultural wealth and booming business,
there was a serious lack of sanitation in China.
That never prevented me from coming. As
soon as I finished my sophomore year, Mom asked me what I wanted as a
reward for my straight A’s, and I said ‘China.’ One week afterwards was spent on ticket booking and visa completion, and the next thing I know was that I was being called onboard on a plane bound for Beijing. Lack of company was not a big deal since I
was able to communicate in Chinese. I was so eager to come here, partly because
its rich civilization fascinated my spirit, and partly, perhaps the larger
part, because of him.
edit @ 14 Sep 2008 14:54:07 by ++GlamoReaL++
