Origins
Nanchang had been overcast with continuous rain for several days, until finally, on the morning of the 6th, a sunrise lasting only two minutes appeared before the sun vanished again behind layers of clouds.
A thin mist hovered over the river, and in the distance, the bashful silhouette of the Bayi Bridge could be seen. But what was also hidden in the mist was the Tengwang Pavilion, forever linked to the legendary figure—Wang Bo.
He is my third idol. My first idol was Mao Zedong, and the second was Li Bai.
In the end, I share some similarities with my idols.
Epilogue
Facing the east, I couldn’t help but softly recite: “Where is the prince of the pavilion now? Beyond the railing, the Yangtze flows on alone.”
Someone might look at this image and recall another line: “Where is my homeland at dusk? Tomorrow, I’ll let down my hair and sail a lone boat.”
(I deliberately mixed up the verses—no need to correct me.)
Too bad this “lone boat” is electric—just for fun, haha ^_^
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From the author:
I often wish that when facing some key decisions in life, someone could tell me the best course of action so that I would not waste my precious time. Putting myself in others' shoes, I therefore write blogs often, hoping to record in this tiny corner of the vast Internet the once-in-a-lifetime experiences that matter to me, and to help those who seek help.
