My visit to Beijing
外国语学院09级英本一班杨澜014001091006 “Beijing, Beijing. Everybody off” That must be what the man in the Chinese stationmaste r’s uniform shouted, as the fact train T5680 slipped to a stop in Beijing Western Railway Station. I knew that I was in Beijing, the capital city of China. From the sidewalk outside, I had a little exciting thought on my mind. I was too excited to say any word. Was it not the most important city filling with culture? Was it not the place where the 2008 Olympic Games were held? Was it not the place that I always dreamed about? Y es, it was.
The reason why I traveled to Beijing was to visit one of my best friends, a pretty girl, who was ill serious and cured in 307 hospital. Because my cousin who worked in Beijing took me to the hospital by taxi, I did not spend too much time going there. We set off at top speed through the wide road of Beijing. The tall buildings of the beautiful city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver’s sharp twists of the wheel. I was afraid to take taxi because of carsickness. Just as I found the ride long, the taxi screeched the way. It was the 307 hospital that I went to visit to.
Like any other, the hospital smelled of formaldehyde and ether. Doctors and nurses with preoccupations entered and left through the corridors. There was a short, thin man sad-eyed and serious maybe anxious
about his close relative’s life or the too expensive cost. There were also some people sleeping on the floor with worn quilts under their bodies that just liked withered flowers. I learnt that they must have no money to rent a room in order to cure the patient. I just seemed to see the patient who was suffering the illness lingering on to die in sharp agony. Life was so fragile, so fragile that we were powerless to protect. As I penetrated deeply into the corridor, my friend’s hospital ward was coming. At the door, I suddenly felt a little fear to open the door fearing to see the scene that I did not want to see. After deep breathing, I pushed the door. As I expected, she was on the bed enveloped in a loose pajamas. The pale face made her weaker, and the constant cough made her more debilitated. A piece of transparent organdy that liked a rent wrapped the whole bed to separate the air from that in outside to make sure the air she breathed was pour. There were some gifts on her bed that others presented to wish her good healthy. Some flowers, some toys and so on. But the most impressive parts of the gifts were the lucky birds that symbolized love and good fortune. Seeing us coming, she looked very excited although she was
still so weak. A beautiful flower blossomed on her face and she struggle to sit on her bed. I quickly walked to her to help her to do it. “Feel better?” I asked although I knew th e result. “Y es, much better.” She smiled to me and told me that “Every morning, I open my eyes and I am grateful to the go
d to make me escape death once again.” She was still so hopeful to everything just like before. In my heart, she was an angel who dropped down into the human world without purpose. Her loved smile was warm sunshine; her sweet-sounding was the bird’s songs. Y esterday it was, now and tomorrow also. We memorized a lot of pleasant things that happened when we were little girls, maybe ten or eleven years old. She was the youngest girl in our class, and so excellent on many aspects. Beloved by friends, teachers and parents, she liked a happy bird flying in the blue sky. That the time we spent together just liked a moving movie flashing in front of my eyes. Happiness, sadness, success, failure and so on were mixed in the bright and clear sunshine gradually.
Actually, it only took us half an hour to stay together. As I knew that her disease did not permit us longer time to spend. She needed time to recover, to have rest. She could not bear long time communication with any one, and she would suffer more, which was not my expectation.
Once again, outside in the open air, I felt a little relaxed. Staying in the sick room really made me more depressed. I said something to her mother, but I knew what I said seemed so powerless to comfort a mother whose child felled ill seriously. From her mother’ words, I learnt that she felt better gradually and she was so cooperated with the doctors. She deeply believed that she could defeat the disease although she must overcome a lot of difficulties that were hardly imagined. In my eyes, she always was
a good fighter who protected her life, and I also believed she would win in the battle against the disease. If only a little hope, we would make all of the effects to make it.
When my cousin and I came back to the flat where she lived, the curtain of the night was falling. After having the supper, we were conferring where we were going to go the next day to shake off the anxiety. She suggested that the Bird Nest Stadium was the ideal place where we should go. But I had only one day to stay in Beijing, and in my opinion, Tian’an men Square was the place where I prefer to visit. In my opinion, if you came to Beijing, but not to go to Tian’an men square. This could be thought the biggest pity in your life. So Tian’an men square were our final choice.
The next morning, after we passed through a tunnel, a big square rushed into our eyes.
Tian’an men square are the biggest o ne all over the world whose exact surface area I did not told well. It looked like a huge blanket enlarging to all the directions. I passed from the heat and glare of the big, open square which extended as far as my eye can see. Losing ourselves in the crowd, we threaded our way among the throngs of people coming and going in the square. Little girls and elder ladies rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. The din of the travelers cried the spectacular monument. Occasionally, a line of soldiers in military uniform went through the square. I to
ok a lot of photos there, seeming I had forgotten who was in the 307 hospital. The Tian’an men square gate tower was much magnificent, but in my dream, it was grander with much light radiating from its back. Entering by the traditional gate way of red aged brick and stone, we saw the Forbidden City in the faire tale. It took me back hundreds-even thousands years ago. My cousin told me that many palace maids were killed or killed themselves there, so there were lots of ghosts at night in the yard. I was not afraid to the ghosts because that could not be true. But I still felt sad because of the death in the deep palace. Everyone’s life was cherished, and it must be respected and protected well, but not.
Besides the palace, there were a few traditional houses that were not protected very well. Enjoying sight of them, I thought of something in the old time. Maybe these houses were fairylands liked to play together or maybe they experienced some robberies and wit the cataclysm of the history. But in the present time, they were just formal houses without any particularity. No many people would pay much attention to them on purpose. Just as us, one day we would pass away, but who could tell clearly what the future would be after our deaths? Be remembered or forgotten? Anyone could tell clearly.
Then we came back to the Chang an Street, which was the most famous street in our country of the Chinese history. It experienced so many big changes. I was too stirred to say any word. I could not help asking myself time times again in my heart. Was it the place where the Chinese people said good
bye to the beloved Zhou prime minister? Was it the place where the Founding Ceremony was held? Was it the street that experienced the violent changes in politics and culture? Was it the place where Chinese people celebrated the victories? Yes, it was. It was Chang an Street. If you did not knew about the history of it, you would not read the meaning of the Chang an Street. Following the crowd, we could see the national grand theater which is a gray and oval building, flashing with the dazzling rays of light. It was so beautiful but a little unreal, looking like anbe about to
illusory castle in the dream. Too many cars shuttled back and forth in the street. They were so quick that they looked like a few lines in front of my eyes, which made me continuous dizzy. I glared at others who were indifference with each other in the sunlit street. Everyone was just one in the throngs of people, so insignificant. Everyone was just an ant in the international city. But, I supposed everyone need to be loved, to be cared about.
With the rapid development of the society and economy, more and more people are tending to pursue the money and reputation. At the same time, they are ignorant about the relations among them, particular in the big cities. Everyday, they are busy to work, to make money. It seems that they have no ability to communicate with each other. As far as I concerned, humanist is the most important treasure all over the word. But now, it is fading away gradually. Please cherish the people who love you and tho
se you love, in case of regretting after losing them. Maybe, when you go to the hospital to see a patient one time, you will understand a lot.
Now, I am here, in Han Dan, a very small city that likes a village. It has no prospers that just exist in big city like Beijing. In Beijing’s street, you can smell a great deal of strong desire that dose not belong to Han Dan. I like studying in Handan College, because of its quiet atmosphere. My best friend who recovers very well has gone to school to study. Life is so peaceful when you own your health body, and an optimistic heart. There is no necessary to have to make too much money to prove your success. Love others and love yourself. Cherish everything that should be cherished in your life. Everything is nothing but cloud. Please enjoy yourself!

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