If you give me a crayon and ask me to paint China, I would like to select a red one when I was 5 years old.
Going through ups and downs, China is well-known for its long and rich history and culture.
Before meeting you, I had never thought I would become attached to you one day until August 2016, when I received the admission notice of Chinese major from Hanoi University, Vietnam.
You will most probably fall in love with her when you step onto this land, China.
After another day of study, I closed my notebook and looked out of the window.
Ho Xu Zhe, also called Randy, from PKU Class of 2020, is a masteral graduate from the Peking University School of International Studies.
I just finished my clinical probation at 5 p.m. I stood in a daze in front of the hospital for a moment, staring blankly at the sky, trying to find the drizzle hidden in the cloudy sky.
“Life is a long journey with a few critical steps especially for people who are young,” Liu Qing, a famous Chinese writer, once said.
Under the melodious and placid music of guqin, a seven-stringed plucked Chinese instrument, two tea art masters with fairy spirit demonstrated how to make a pot of tea.
“I must go to China to study,” I had frequently told myself.