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When I first encountered Beijing, I was fearless. The only images of this city in my mind were the Chinese dream of ambition and the energetic northern drifters. But I never imagined that just two years later I would be pushed into the whirlpool of dust by a wave of emotions. I fell. I did not fall in the sound and color in forgetting what year it is, but in a love of humble flowers; I did not leave the ethical principles for life, but for a man, give up all the dignity. I have loved, hated, obsessed with the resentment, yes, the wrong love is a kind of degradation. But someone asked me, have I ever regretted? I answered: no. I just in the best years, buried the initial spring garden, to wait for him a simply impossible results.