其实过去睡得少也不都是工作学习的压力,主要是本人太浪,越到放假熬夜越狠。我可太喜欢折腾了,大千世界有趣的事情那么多,做什么不比睡觉更爽。再加上,我是一个中二之魂熊熊燃烧的圣母婊,活在这个众生皆苦的世界,必定是要make a dent。在2021年,更觉得这个世界到了存亡之秋,那种欲力挽狂澜,早日出人头地的野心就更加强烈了。哈哈哈,结果二十四岁除了满脑子中二热血,便是百无一用,一事无成,正值 quarter life crisis 就人躺着了。
part of Meridian Gate (午门) seen from the doorsteps of Hall of Literary Glory(文华殿). Photograph by Nancy.
Nancy in front of Hall of Martial Valor (武英殿). I was dressed in the style of Ming dynasty (but I failed to dress it correctly , and my makeup was in a terrible mess Lol) Photograph by Wei wei.
At 7am on 2020/11/21,it was freezing cold and rainy in Beijing. I wasn’t feeling well that morning, and was considering whether I should cancel my second visit to the Forbidden City that day, given the gloomy weather. However, I didn’t want to let down my friend, whom I asked to go out with me. I decided to put some makeup on and wear traditional Chinese customs. Once I left the house, I realized that I had underestimated the bad weather, and my dress went into a messy state as the rain poured down…I felt even worse. I couldn’t have known that it was going to be one of my best days in 2020, and it was a great decision to visit The Forbidden city despite the rain.
As our taxi was driving through the alleys near Gugong (The Forbidden City in Chinese), the annoying rain gradually transformed into snow flurries. This was the first winter snow in Beijing 2020! They fell onto the rooftops of the boutiques, adding a graceful veil of pure white. My friend Wei Wei and I grew excited: This was the first snow in Beijing’s winter, and we will witness it in Gugong palace.
The moat outside of Gugong palace 护城河 photograph by Nancy. There are many more pretty scenes outside the palace, but I just missed them.
We made an appointment to visit Gugong a week ago, with a purpose to photograph the autumn red leaves in the palace. There were worries that the leaves may have all fallen off because it was late November, and the rains had destructive effects. However the snowfall was like an unexpected gift——we may shoot the autumn leaves and the first snow altogether. My happiness on the way to palace was beyond description, and I was so excited that I wanted to shout with joy; meanwhile I had to hurry in order to be among the earliest tourists to enter Gugong. I thought it was smart to hurry, so I ignored the beautiful sceneries outside the palace. Later I realized how stupid I had been——the snow didn’t stay long, and the vanished beauty would never come back.
Meridian Gate (午门) seen from the doorsteps of Hall of Literary Glory(文华殿). Photograph by Nancy.
It’s hard to take photos at the central axis ( the line from the Meridian Gate upwards). First, Tourists usually swarm at The Hall of Supreme Harmony and other main palaces, which often spoil your picture. Second, There weren’t any flora on the central axis. Since Ming dynasty when the palace was built (Gugong is 600 years old), the central axis is designed to inspire awe from the subservients of the empire. Each individual was brutally forced to fit into the ruthless social order. There couldn’t be any element of liveliness in this complex symbolic of the emperor’s power, so it is a bit hard to take delightfully pretty photos. Third, the scene in the central axis is grandeur and enormous, which adds to the difficulty of shooting satisfying pictures. We didn’t have wide-angle lenses, and it was hard to find a higher shooting spot in Gugong. (However, I do have some nice pictures at the central axis, and I’ve written about it in my last Gugong essay)
A map of Gugong (The Forbidden City).
My friend Wei wei and me decided to visit the Hall of Literary Glory and the Hall of Martial Valor first. Those names are the names of complex, not just a building, so they refers to the upper right and left side areas of Meridian gate, with the Golden Water flowing through. What’s more, there were flora in those places, which enabled us to shoot autumn leaves backgrounded by the red palace walls.
We first visited Hall of Literary Glory. This was the place where princes of the empire received education. Princes started education at 6, and they were forced to begin studying before the break of day. They were required to memorize the ancient classics, cultivate high moral value, and most importantly, maintain the social order of the empire. Some princes were so depressed by this stress in early days, they became extremely rebellious once they came to power (e.g. Zhengde Emperor of Ming dynasty). Other princes turned out to be good upholders of the empire (e.g. Jiaqing Emperor of Qing dynasty), but they weren’t able to revolutionize it when it was corrupted and in a precarious state.
Seen from the door gate of Hall of Literary Glory. Photograph by Nancya balcony at the door gate of Hall of Literary Glory. Photograph by NancyWei wei at the gate walls of Hall of Literary Glory. photo by Nancy
The place also serves to be a library of the empire. Siku Quanshu(四库全书) records every piece of knowledge of ancient China, it was so large that the empire built a palace to store the Siku Quanshu. It was taken to Taipei Gugong as the KMT retreated from mainland China.
The front door of the Hall of Literary Glory. A staff was sweeping the floor. Photograph by NancyA lamp in front of the door. Photograph by Nancy
Unfortunately, the hall wasn’t open. We could only walk around it. The trees in front of the door will blossom crabapple flowers in spring. There weren’t any flowers when we visited, and the leaves were falling. However, the snow flurries on the branches gave the illusion that there were flower blossoms indeed.
In his famous song of white snow, Cen Shen (poet in Tang dynasty) wrote “As though a gust of spring wind swept past overnight, Bringing thousands upon thousands of pear trees into bloom.”, which describes the snow scene in Northwestern China. Standing in front of the Hall of Literary Glory, it stroke me how true indeed snow flurries were similar to flowers in the spring. The end of November should have been an epilogue to all the plant life, but people’s imaginations are bringing back the very initial and the most splendid part. There’re hopes of life even in the gloomy states of death, and that’s the subtlety of mother Nature.
One tower of the Meridian gate, seen behind the walls of Hall of Literary Glory. The wet road reflects the red walls. Photograph by NancyA man was walking by
We then headed off to the Hall of Martial Valor (武英殿). The Golden Water river was in sight once we stepped through the gate. The river was used for prevention of fire disaster and for drainage. It was said that in ancient times, the servants would take ice from the Golden Water in winter, and stored it until summer, when the royal family enjoyed iced desserts and drinks.
The Golden Water river seen from the door steps of Hall of Martial Valor.
The Hall of Martial Valor was the office area for the emperors in early Ming and Qing dynasty. As the Ming emperors became less concerned about the government affairs, they indulged themselves in aesthetic pursuits and recruited brilliant painters to work in the area. In the later days of the Ming dynasty, some emperors became so rebellious against the powerful literati bureaucracy that they refused to work on the nation’ s affairs (e.g. Wanli Emperor, see the famous book 1587, a Year of No Significance ), which accelerated the downfall of Ming empire.
A man was taking photo of the stone lions on the Broken Rainbow Bridge, and the stone lion sitting in the snow. It was the palace building of Hall of Martial Valor in the background. Photo by Nancy.
Between Ming dynasty and Qing dynasty, there’s a short-lived Da Shun dynasty (1644-1645), whose first and only emperor Li Zicheng ascended the crone here, and fled the Forbidden city next day from the intruding Manchurians (founders of Qing dynasty). Da Shun was led by impoverished farmers oppressed by Ming bureaucracies. Those people risked their lives throwing off the Ming dynasty, just in order to subsist themselves, and thus lacked the vision to govern and develop Chinese society.
When the army of farmers arrived at Beijing and witnessed the unparalleled beauty and luxury in the Forbidden City, all they did was robbery, rape and bloody slaughter of the aristocrats. Hearing their arrival, the genteel Ming emperor killed his family and hanged himself on a tree. Thousands of young maids drowned themselves in the moat, just to keep their dignity.
Old locust trees and willow trees, seen from the Broken Rainbow Bridge (断虹桥). The locust trees were planted in Ming dynasty. After so many changes in Chinese society, those natural beings still thrive,
The once brilliant military leader, Li Zicheng, was blinded by the beauty of the Forbidden City, and devoted himself to pleasures and a sensuous life. His men committed atrocities in the capital city, but he overlooked. As he brutally clamped down the remaining officials of Ming dynasty and showed no will to revive the nation, the desperate Ming general Wu Sangui, who defended Ming China from Manchurians, betrayed his nation and let the Manchurians into the vast lands of Han Chinese. This became the doom of Li Zicheng, and another end of the Han Chinese reign. (This also happened in Yuan dynasty when Han Chinese were ruled by Mongolians)
The old Locust tree and Gold Water River, seen from the Broken Rainbow Bridge. Autumn leaves were falling together with the snow flurries. Photograph by Nancy.
Just to be clear, the typical image of pre-modern age Chinese with a long braid is in fact a Manchurian style of look. The Han Chinese, which constitutes an overwhelming majority of the Chinese population, didn’t look like this traditionally. When the Manchurians took over and started Qing dynasty, the Han Chinese literati elites, resisted desperately. Although many reminisced the good old days of Ming dynasty and chose to ignore all its corruptions, the cruel Qing dynasty was still better than the visionless Da Shun dynasty.
Ironically, Li Zicheng and his Da Shun dynasty (and other farmer-led revolutions like Taiping rebellion in late Qing) have been presented positively in China’s history textbooks, implying that General Wu Sangui, who was irritated when Li’s man stole his beloved mistress, was the very reason of Li ‘s downfall. Modern China has a tendency to glorify the deeds of farmers and proletarians, but when the students grew more sophisticated, they knew their history books only told part of the story.
Snow before Hall of Martial Valor. photo by Nancy
Almost every emperor in Qing dynasty was descent and extremely industrious, securing all the powers in his own hand. Nevertheless, the magnificent empire decayed and was dying when Europe finished its first industrial revolution. There’s no hope of genuine development under ancient China’s oppressive, centralized, shut-away system, and it was always the people suffering the most.
Me rubbing my hands. It looks like I’m praying in the snow, but the fact is I’m just feeling cold. Photo by Wei wei.
Unfortunately, The hall of Martial Valor didn’t yet open its palaces…so we shoot a lot of portraits on the grass outside the red walls. It was approaching zero degrees, but I took off my coat, only wearing the Ming Chinese style custome, hoping to get some pretty images in such a traditional environment.
Nancy in snow flurries. Oops, one of my straps was loose and I didn’t notice…. Photo by Wei wei
I should have worn a wig with Ming Chinese hairstyle, and minded my loosened straps Lol. However, I just hated artificial elements and decided to show up with my original short hair. Anyway, I wasn’t cosplaying any Ming dynasty girls, but expressing my true self in front of camera.
I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t wearing it correctly, so I find some pictures of Chinese soap operas with Ming dynasty setting.
Some Ming customes in Chinese soap operas.
Recently, some South Korean friends believed that Chinese drama and game character designers have plagiarized their traditional culture by letting them wear Ming style dresses, because some South Koreans found those dresses very similar to hanbok. Well, it is true that two kinds of dresses are similar to some extent, and that’s partly because the heavy cultural influence of Ming empire around the Korean peninsular at ancient times. While Ming dynasty collapsed and Qing dynasty started, Han Chinese were forced to shave their heads and keep a long braid, and dress like the Manchurians; meanwhile, the Joseon Koreans didn’t experience regime change and kept on their old dressing styles, which was in fact influenced by Ming Chinese historically. For my South Korean friends, there’s no point asserting the Chinese were plagiarizing without looking back to distant history. For my Chinese friends, it’s also wrong to mock at others’ misunderstanding, but try to promote our own cultural industry, improve understanding on both sides, and realize how we have been connected since early history.
Nancy in the snow (urh my strap and messy makeup…) photo by Wei wei
Wei wei took a series of portraits for me, ranging from close shots and long shots, where I sat, squatted, stood, touched my face, my neck, reached out my hands…LoL just found it hard to find the satisfactory pose. My face turned from pale to red, and my hair got wet in the end. This dynamic was interesting, but with costs: My body was freezing cold!
Nancy in the snow. It starts to feel colder…photo by Wei wei
My hands are getting red in the cold…
I was so excited at the spot that I forgot the cold. As a person growing up in Southern China (next to Hong Kong), I have rarely seen snowy days. However, at that moment, I witnessed the first snow flurries in Beijing at such a historically profound site! This was once in a lifetime, and I had to make full use of it, so I went all out. Even days later, I still remember the trembling wet cold in my legs, and also the burning desire to make my unforgettable picture.
Lol I was pretty cool in the first photo, but as I stayed longer in the snow, my complexion turned redder. The exposures are a bit different.My hands and faces were so red, and my hair got wet. I really enjoy wet hair style, it’s just so cool!
A longer shot to accentuate the environment. I reached out my hands to interact with snow flurries.
When we left the hall of Martial Valor, we headed to the Hall of Supreme harmony, the highest-rank palace in Gugong. Right, it was in the middle of central axis, but we want to see what it was like in the snow.
The Gate of Supreme Harmony seen from the ladders of Hall of Supreme Harmony. The weather was really gloomy, all my other photos were given more exposure in post-production. Photo by Nancy
It’s truly hard for me to shoot the Hall of Supreme Harmony without a wide-angle. So I turned to other palace buildings. It’s just interesting to see palace gates behind gates, the enormous effort of ancient Chinese to inspire awe and the sense of utmost authority. The fragile layers of snow on the rooftops add delicacy to solemnity, making the Forbidden City a palace in my dreams. I often got this feeling that Gugong is an enormous corpse in Chinese history, it was heavy, corrupted, evil and complicated…but no doubt it obsessed the viewer with its astounding beauty. I felt proud and sad at the same time.
Just let this beautiful corpse of Chinese history speak to the viewers, and let them contemplate our heavy past.
Wei wei at a corner of Hall of Supreme Harmony, by the jade rails. photo by Nancy
We went to have lunch after that. Honestly, I regret that decision. The snow only got on for 3 hours, so after lunch, snow flurries were no where to be seen.
We headed off to Garden of Compassion and Tranquility. It’s the place where the wives of the emperor’s dead father (former emperor) entertained themselves. Those women were not as old as you may imagine. The prestigious mother of the first Qing emperor (Shunzhi), Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, became a widow in 32. She spent the rest of her life quietly with her son and other women, unable to step out from the Forbidden City, let alone having a new relationship. This boring but tranquil life was the best fate for emperor’s women, if not get killed in rival of power and security.
A crow on the rooftop outside the walls of Garden of Compassion and Tranquility. Photo by Nancy.
The gate of a palace where a female royal member once lived. A lady was taking photographs, wearing Qing dynasty custome. Two young girls were peering through the door gate. (My lens was getting dirty) Photo by Nancy.
I couldn’t take any more photos with a dirty lens, and my interest of photographing waned as I realized there weren’t snow flurries any more. Trembling in the freeze, I decided to leave with my friend.
Will meet Gugong again in late winter, or early spring next year. I always have something to explore there.
这本书出版于2013年,是当年FT的best business book of the year。作者剑桥大学PhD,写了不少宏观层面上谈论发展的书,这本书同样。涉及的国家分为两组:North-east Asia(日本,南韩,台湾,中国大陆,越南几乎没有着墨但似乎也归为这组)South-east Asia(菲律宾,印度尼西亚,马来西亚,泰国)。这个划分标准并不是地理位置(只是恰好两组国家分别偏北偏南),而是政府采取的政策和经济发展成果。作者把东北亚视为成功案例(当然也存在漏洞),东南亚作为失败案例,进行比较分析。
先谈谈我的总体感觉。这本书写得比较生动,也很简单通俗,提到的主要经济学理论就是汉密尔顿和李斯特的幼稚产业保护理论,然后把效率至上的新古典经济学讽刺了一通。在阅读东北亚部分的时候有一点屌丝逆袭的爽感,阅读东南亚部分的时候只有深深的无力感,好像身体被热带的瓢泼大雨淹没失去了挣扎躲避的意愿。很早的时候看过一些名嘴说这个世界上只有新教文明和儒家文明下的国家能成功地实现工业化,说east Asians 天生是 good capitalists,当时还信以为然,深感自己国家文化的优越性…但其实根本没有糟糕或优越的国民和文化,只有能不能正确引导国民激励的政府。合上书本,整个人感觉更悲观:东北亚国家几十年甚至百年前的发展经验直到今天还是非常relevant(不少亚非国家感觉就是落后我们好几十年),但它们成功的道路已经很难复制。没有好的政府和制度,善良的经济学家和NGO们在并不关键的地方缝缝补补也很难跨越这发展的鸿沟…作者在努力强调着只有“开挂”才能发展的历史经验,那些道貌岸然的成功国家也应该承认这一点,让多灾多难的亚非拉国家能够真的站起来。
工业发展主要依托于机器,而且工业产品也比服务要方便出口,使穷国积极参与到国际贸易中来。国际贸易使穷国可以学到新的生产技术,为穷国企业提供了一个高度竞争的能力试验场,也为发展中国家提供外汇以维护金融稳定。作者认为,工业尚处于起步阶段的发展中国家需要两个措施:protection & subsidy,export discipline (根据出口的情况pick winners and weed out losers,有效遏制企业rent-seeking)学习他国工业技术是一件风险很高的事情,私企没有这样的激励,需要政府的保护和补贴来吸收这些风险。Protectionism在短期会损害本国消费者利益,引起别国报复,但成功的政策在长期可以使工业经济从低附加值主导的结构转变为高附加值的结构,使得国民整体受益。缺乏有效工业保护措施的印度虽然拥有兴盛的IT服务业,但是只有1%的劳动人口处于这个行业。印度几十年来对于工业政策的忽略使得只有14%的人口从事制造,而这个数字在南韩为30%——只有IT服务而缺乏强大的工业,使得印度不可能出现东北亚的发展奇迹。
与导致大量内幕交易的前苏联休克疗法不同,80年代中国的城市工业经历了渐进式的改革,被学界称为”reform without losers”。到90年代,许多小型、下游的国企遭遇私企和强势的外企竞争,损失惨重。中国作为西方的对立阵营,需要以更多的本土市场来交换西方市场,而中国领导人更愿意牺牲本土消费品市场来保护更有战略价值的重工业。1993年,朱镕基开启了国有企业改革(rationalization program),以缩减地方预算的方式要求地方政府出售或关闭亏损的企业,导致95-04年大量国企工人下岗。这个政策被称为”grasp the large, let go the small”。在剩下的大型国企中,仍然保留了一定程度的竞争:在油、汽,电,通讯和银行等上游的关键领域,有多个寡头需要抢占市场份额。朱镕基在2003年建立了 国务院国有资产监督管理委员会(国资委 SASAC),有196个大型国有集团受其管控。国资委的职权是合并或关闭表现不佳的企业,促成有规模经济、具有国际竞争力的大企业,经理人的表现也在各个维度上被国资委打分。政府牢牢把控了上游关键领域,而且还使它们产生了良好收益,这为下游的经济控制了投入品价格,而且可以很好地缓解国际生产原料的价格冲击。为了解决大国企处于自身利益违抗政府管制的问题,政府对这些寡头企业设置了人事调整,即经理人在不同企业轮流上任。
接触到这本书是在油管上听一个现代政治公开课,教授提到了Strangers in Their Own Land, 它描绘了右派川普支持者的心理。抱着对美国政治生态的兴趣我便找到了原著,两天就全部啃完了。作为一个Econ student,我头一次接触这种政治社会学调查作品,对这位教授层层展开的思考,客观冷静中又透露出共情与悲悯的笔触,非常着迷。
关于这种great paradox,已有文献中有这样的解释:中下层白人被富有的top 1%以捆绑在一起的其他社会议题所蒙蔽(如禁止堕胎、持有枪支),赞成了不利于自身的议题(减税从而使得财富进一步集中)。但显然这些人并没有那么迷糊,他们也没有必要容忍不利于他们的议题,一定有其他的因素。还有人论述2008年金融危机之后政府对华尔街的bail out进一步恶化了平民对政府不公的认知,黑人奥巴马的rise to presidency 以及fox news也在其中发挥着作用…这些简单而抽象的论述,仍然没有触碰到极右翼内心深处的故事与逻辑。为了解决关于极右翼的疑问,Hochschild教授想要get out of her own political bubble and climb over the empathy wall, 试着用大脑和心灵去感受相关人士的处境,带领着读者走近普通的茶党人,虔诚的天主教徒,拥抱石油企业投资的市长,州立大学教授…真相越来越清晰与复杂,而读者的轻蔑和不解也慢慢地变成悲悯、忧郁,又变为真挚的祝福。
如果抛开本书中令人动容,有血有肉的个体人生细节,极端右翼(typically blue collar 老白男,不过作者的样本中也有一半老白女)的困境背景可以勾勒如下。
南部人民非常反对纳税。如上所述,They trust their income with the church instead of the government,除了深刻的历史原因以及政府给人腐败低效的印象之外,政府救济穷人、发放社会福利的行为本身就让他们不悦。这不是因为南部右翼都是自私的人,相反,这些虔诚的基督教徒很善良,愿意为身边困难的人伸出援助之手,但他们反对政府来替他们决定,哪些人应该被同情,哪些人的生活需要用他们的血汗钱来兜底。在他们的道德观念中,唯有辛勤工作、忍受过困苦才能获得收入,他们也以hardworking为荣。他们似乎从来没有想过厄运降临在自己身上,自己成为社会底层需要被政府兜底的可能性,他们也坚决否定自己是任何意义上的victim。这与他们强烈的荣誉感有关。
州政府没有从能源工业中得到多少税收,还在不停地让利以吸引大型石油企业进驻,这导致当地缺少根本的公共服务,如医疗和教育。在竞选活动中,没有候选人会提环境问题,基本上都是围绕反对环境规制,减少政府干预。州长认为Oil = Job,人们似乎不得不从生态与就业中二选一,而大家会坚定地选择就业。所有人都很相信州政府的叙事,将军Honere说”People are captives of a psychological program”…”the companies put the state government in their pockets, and people pay the price” 这种对能源工业的宽容,对job的坚持似乎超越了根本的健康安全:当地曾发生过一起严重的石油泄漏,出于安全顾虑奥巴马总统下令石油开采暂停6个月,大部分人都表示反对。出于对市场经济的信仰和荣誉感,当地人并不怪罪石油能源公司,还认为他们已经做到了最好来防止事故发生。他们不关注并且默许了能源公司一系列高风险的操作,表示自己不想get alarmed…这种态度也反映到州政府在各种环境事故的不作为上。读者不由得联想到今年新冠美国红州的消极抗疫,其背后的逻辑也是一样的。
这本书提到了两种政府的经济增长策略(由社会学家Caroline和Michael提出)。一种是在Louisiana体现出来的”low road” strategy,主要靠禁止工会、低人力、低税率、宽松监管来吸引传统行业的企业进入,我们却在Louisiana看到了糟糕的公共服务,持续的社会流动性向下;另一种被称为”high road” strategy,主要靠优秀的公共服务,如大学和研究机构,来刺激新的行业、新工作的诞生,正如民主党在加州硅谷和华州西雅图所做的一样。对比之下,会觉得南方红州选择了不明智的发展模式。然而回顾历史,自1860年南方便缺少人力资本,技术资源,人们缺乏好政府的同时还在进一步瓦解政府。相对北方,他们一开始就没有走“high road” strategy的条件。而美国作为一个国家整体,也从南方这种代价惨重的发展模式中得利:所有人都享受到了红州充沛的石油能源,塑料和化工制品。红州的人们,即便他们不这样看,确实是这一繁荣生活的牺牲者。然而,处于the other end of the empathy wall,我们觉得他们的生活本可以不那么痛苦,given a good government.
View when passing the Meridian Gate (the front gate of the Forbidden Palace) Photograph by Nancy
I am lost for words when it comes to the Forbidden Palace. When I was driving past those highly modernized buildings and then suddenly walking around this ancient place of solemn grandeur, it’s like falling into an incredible fantasy. The whole thing is already 600 years old, but people are still overwhelmed by its formidable scale, stunned by its unparalleled luxury. It’s a symbol for the supreme and highly worshipped power of Chinese emperors, and also a manifestation of how extremely centralized the power of Chinese authorities was throughout the nation’s history. As a Chinese native, I can’t help contemplating our complicated histories while walking amid those grand palaces.
Because of its significance, I have decided to visit the Forbidden Palace at least four times during my stay in Beijing. There are highly anticipated exhibitions in the palace at different times of the year, and that’s partly why the Forbidden Palace is also called the Forbidden City Museum. Besides, I want to take some really good photos for myself and my friends, since the Forbidden Palace is such a heaven for cultural photography and portraits! Last week, as a rookie photographer, I visited the place to take pictures with my friend. I’d like to share my experience and maybe some tips for those who want to get some nice pictures during their first visit to the Forbidden Palace (Gugong for Chinese).
Perhaps the biggest problem haunting the minds of Gugong photographers is the overwhelming amount of tourists, which constantly spoils your picture and restricts your ability to take wide shots (especially the central axis where the grandest palaces locate). To solve this problem, photographers should carefully decide the photography timing and location in order to keep clear of tourists. It’s definitely impossible to take a photo like the following if you don’t choose your timing strategically (the place is swarmed with people!).
in front of Hall of Supreme Harmony Photograph by Mira
Arrive at Gugong as early as you can! The official open time is 8:30 am (entrance: the Meridian Gate), but I think it would be best if you start to wait in queue at early seven — the chances that you are among the first to set foot in the palace will be much higher. My friend Mira and I entered the palace at 8:30. There were already legions of tourists ahead of us LoL, so we had to give up some beautiful scenes like the inner Golden Water Bridge (check the map below).
A Map of Gugong
The advantage of arriving Gugong early is that you can shoot the most splendid part ( lower central axis: from the Meridian Gate to the Hall of Supreme Harmony) without any concern of tourists spoiling your image. If you aren’t able to be the firstcomer, your suboptimal strategy is to arrive at eight or eight-thirty, just like us. We are still able to stay clear of tourists at the lower central axis like the following.
Photograph by Mira.
Photograph by Mira
The trick is that you should first set aside your curiosity to learn about the ancient architecture and quickly move forward. Most tourists hang around the bridge and the Gate of Supreme Harmony, reading the tour guide boards, so there aren’t many tourists at the Hall of Supreme before 8:45am. As the tourists move up the central axis, I think you should quit this part and come back to it later.
Another great timing for the central axis comes at 16:30, approaching the official close time (17:00). It’s a time when the density of tourists is highest in the neighborhood of the imperial garden (close to the upper exit), while lowest at the lower central axis. At that time and location, You may also see some professional photographers shooting fancy pictures for girls dressed up in Chinese traditional costumes. The photo of me I first showed was shot at 16:45. No tourists anymore, only security guards Lol.
Photograph by MiraPhoto by Nancy
I don’t think I should give any recommendations on how to pose before cameras, since I believe your pose conveys your own emotions and thoughts. However, I’d still say that it’s better not to smile happily with such a solemn palace in the background.
For me, the enormous architecture itself has already set the tone for the whole picture. The viewer’s eye would be easily caught by the architecture, and the model’s own expressions should add some flavor to the complex beauty of it, displaying how the palace influences her emotions, instead of highlighting her own original self. One can also show up with a large smile in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but the photo will only be evidence that the person traveled to the spot.
We spent the earliest period and the latest period photographing in the central axis, for the rest of the time we explored the west palaces (where the female members of the imperial family lived) and the east palaces (where Emperor Qianlong lived after retirement). One tip is that when you are at the resort, don’t sit at the cafe going through your past photos! That’s a great waste of time and we missed the exhibitions for doing that Lol.
seeing from palaces to palaces Photography by Nancy
crow outside of Garden of Compassion and Tranquility. Photograph by Mira
We first went to the west palaces at around 9:00. There aren’t many trees at the west six palaces and the architecture structure is rather simple. Mira and I were fascinated by the fancy doors and gates, where the morning sunshine and shadows added a delicate stroke.
Photograph by Nancy
I really loved this gate and I photoed lots of Mira’s silhouette at the door. This gate is highly symmetric and I think the photos are best when the model is placed right at the middle of the picture.
Photograph by Mira
We also took a lot of satisfactory photos at the following scene, with the model leaning at one side of the door, which is good for asymmetric composition.
Photography by Mira. I’m quite bold to try all kinds of poses Lol.
The morning sunshine puts the finishing touch. Mira looks stunning in the following photo. She wasn’t ready to pose and was running her hands through her hair, but I captured this beautiful moment. Lucky me!
Mira is a very good photographer and a beautiful girl, but she is not sure what to do in front of the camera. Mira tends to smile brightly, but as I said, I want to see how the model interacts with her surroundings, which brings out the mood of the picture. This is what makes the photo unique. That standard smile of tourists kind of nullifies the aesthetic value to place a human being in front of a cultural resort. I also have some standard tourist smile pictures like the following one.
Standard tourist smile
I may look more smiling, peaceful, and demure in the photo, and it looks even nicer after I adjusted the colors, but I can’t say I like it. This shape of human doesn’t have my soul. I was just trying to look friendly and nice in front of the camera. It’s not beautiful to me.
I believe that before shooting portraits, the photographer should first closely observe the model and find the angles from which she’s sure she will get a pretty picture. This kind of pacifies the model’s anxiety and drives her attention from assuring herself looks great in front of the camera to manifesting her natural thoughts and emotions under a particular environment.
Photograph by Mira. I loved this one!I find it hard to describe my feeling in the Forbidden City
Besides, photographers should not merely focus on the model or the environment but always keep a keen eye on the subtle interactions between them. As for models, I think it’s important to imagine themselves as actresses and actors, or even playwrights and poets…You carefully perceive the surroundings, and you have this strong desire to express yourself or tell a certain story through the photos. Maybe models can act as if the camera wasn’t there, just like actors concentrating on their own business, but once they look into the camera, there’re deep and complex emotions in their eyes.
Wow, what a digression Lol.
Photograph by Nancy. Mira was looking toward the right with a sense of careful and delightful expectation. She got this temperament of a lady from a Chinese noble family.Photograph by Mira. I loved this facial expression and I didn’t feel ugly even with eyeliners smudged all over my eyes, and my mouth protrudes with braces…I felt contemplating, powerless but also determined. Photograph by Mira. Mira’s photo composition was perfect! My eyes were a bit shy and vigilant, like being interrupted from contemplation by a call of the photographer.
We also have some more pictures at the east palaces, where Emperor Qianlong lived after retirement. The pictures above were taken there. Obviously, there’re more trees and shades in the east palaces, the architecture structure is more complicated and leaves more room for delicate picture shooting.
Photograph by MiraI loved this angle chosen by Mira! My eyes weren’t focusing at anywhere, but I felt so immersed in this ancient grandeur.
When we were walking through a shaded corridor, we noticed the elegant patterns on the windows. Sunshine infiltrated through the gap in the wooden windows and made the cool space glowing red. While peeping outside, Mira came up with this brilliant idea to take photos of an outside person from inside the windows.
Photograph by NancyPhotograph by Mira. We agreed that this was one of the best photos of that day.
Mira was the dominant role in the creation of this photo. I had no idea what I should do when I was modeling there, I just stood there and stared emotionlessly at her large Canon camera, but this turned out to be the best strategy. The patterns of the wooden window at the front had already added complexity to the photo, the model in the photo had better keep her poses simple.
I preferred the photo because it was so different from all the other photos where I played the model. In all the other photos, I played the dominant role by making unique facial expressions and body gestures, or I would pretend to let the background scenery play the dominant role, while I was the one to keep the tone in my ideal way. When people set their eyes on my photos, they would think, the whole photo was about my feelings, or Gugong and my feelings.
Photograph by Mira. This one is also fine with simple poses and complex facial epression, but it isn’t as good as the former one, I explain my reasons.
However, I no longer felt dominant in that photo. It was not about me, it was about Mira. It was about photo viewers who were looking through the red wooden window like Mira did that afternoon. Even when I looked at the photo after a week, I would ask myself: who is this weird young lady? Why is she staring straightly at me? Is she delighted, annoyed, or sad? Would she walk around those windows and get me by the shoulder?
The photo is mysterious. It makes me confused and mildly nervous. As a model, I didn’t do anything to set the tone for the picture, but all the elements crashed together by Mira’s design. The photo is stirring feelings from the viewer, inviting the viewer to set the tone for the photo. Why is that?
It’s the red wooden windows. It’s my straight staring eyes and emotionless face.
The wooden windows strengthened the sense of viewer (Mira)’ s presence. It gives an illusion that you are not looking through the screen of your phone or PC, but you are RIGHT THERE, standing on Mira’s feet, behind the windows. As I wasn’t sure what to do, my slightly straight face leaves room for viewer’s imagination.
Photograph by Mira. In regular photos without windows, Mira’s sense of presence is weaker, and the model played the dominant role in the photo. P.S. The red walls in the east palaces are very high. individuals are painfully small in front of authorities
Till now I have shown most of our portraits’ highlights and briefly explained our photographing routes in the Forbidden Palace (Also a lot of digressions Lol)
Other sceneries I like:
Photograph by Nancy. Crow at the eave of Hall of Supreme Harmony. The only bird I saw in the Forbidden Palace is the crow, and there were flocks of them. Crows are symbols of death in Chinese culture. Human lives were worthless in the fight for power.Photograph by Nancy. Hall of Pleasant Sounds, where Empress Dowager Cixi and her cabinets enjoyed operasPhotograph by Nancy. Emperor Qianlong’s chair at one of the west palacesPhotograph by Nancy. The stone lion and the security guard staring at each otherA man riding a bike to leave the Meridian Gate. In Bernardo’s The Last Emperor(1987) young emperor Puyi tried to leave the Forbidden Palace for his freedom by riding a bike, but he was stopped by guards at the Meridian Gate
Tips on dresses for models during the day of photographing: I don’t recommend red dresses since the overall color of the Forbidden Palace is red. I also don’t think high saturation colors will work out great. It’s true that the Qing dynasty emperors were so fond of rich bright colors, but the overall saturation of colors in Gugong is pretty low, which adds to its elegance and solemnity. I think it’s safe to wear earthy color clothes, and I would prefer green and blue ones (As I added so many greens and blues to the photos in LR !). If you want to try Chinese traditional dresses, that would be great! For modern outfits, pls pick up your coat! It looks great in large scenes, and it adds emotion to your photos as it goes up with the wind.
前段时间费劲地啃计量书,这几天还想过一过经济史…all study no play对我来说是不可能的,然而主机上的大作实在是没精力玩不(mei)动(qian),就想办法找适合学习间隙玩的avg手游,每学一个章节就去过一关,身心舒畅!搜到了一款三年前的和风解谜游戏 四ツ目神,整个风格有一种清新的少女感(都老阿姨了比较难代入穿水手服的初中生女主),看到网上一片对剧本的称赞,就决定选它了!
本来应该好好看书,写写代码充实自己,结果六天以来书翻了50页不到…Python和Arc-GIS更是没有启动过呵呵呵呵。可以说六天完全没有progress,这种事情发生在我身上还是非常罕见的。那我干啥了呢?趁着空档期把常年熬夜(不知道是在工作学习还是玩手机)的成果——眼袋给割掉了,跟小姐妹们探讨割双眼皮到底有没有必要(结论是没必要),没戴眼镜骑车摔坏了脚,看了几章伍绮诗的Everything I never told you, 追了乘风破浪的姐姐,看了几集十日游戏,继续补了一季的Mad Men,和父母吵了几架,然后就是喝各种奶茶,睡觉和荒废时间(然而我连PS4都没开机过)…没有progress的心理状态加上不适的身体,让自己更加没有动力改变没有progress的现状。
对于以后的日子,我只想规律作息、坚持去健身房,好好学习工作写出有价值的paper,游历考察世界各地、广交朋友(from all walks of life),以后能用英语写本书什么的。大概会穷得叮当响地过完一生,如果有一点财产的话就捐给社会。年纪大了就找个寺庙出家(哈哈哈还是老老实实躺在养老院吧),翻着我写的东西然后藉藉无名地死掉。我觉得这样还蛮酷的。
Sorry for my unrefined writing in Part 1. It was in the small hours and I wanted to finish the blog ASAP, which compromised the quality (Lol my English is also not good enough, anyway) I will keep writing about Wuhan University in Part 2 and maybe move on to my experiences back in my hometown (my mother’s birthplace), which is a typical third-tier city in mainland China.
School bus of Wuhan University. Taxi and private cars are not permitted to run at school during this period. I used to walk down this road to get to the commercial areas outside of the university.
Honestly, I didn’t like my university (WHU) very much. And that’s part of the reason why I ran away from Wuhan for exchange study during the year 2019, receiving education in the western style. In my freshman year, I was unsatisfied with WHU because it’s not the kind of school for the brightest students, and it kept reminding me of my tragic failure in Gaokao ( Chinese college entrance exam). Later on, I realized that I was sick of college education in Chinese style, and it wouldn’t get much better even if I had been admitted to the top 2 universities.
I studied in enormous classrooms for lectures after lectures, whose contents were quite outdated and lost pace with the international society. Through these lectures, I wasn’t able to have thorough understanding in important courses such as econometrics and mathematical statistics, since we were overwhelmed with lectures (the sheer multitude of the lectures compromise the depth of their contents) and lacked necessary tutorials. Besides, some teachers didn’t seem to be enthusiastic in fulfilling their teaching responsibilities, which is, not friendly. I guess this is pretty natural when students don’t contribute the bulk of the school’s financial income, and when their numbers are huge. What also bothered me were the three (now four, the Xi Jingping thoughts is newly added) ideological and political courses, which occupied quite a lot of time and I couldn’t see any productive effects in learning them. I still remembered staying up the whole night with my roommates sitting for the exam—— the Introduction of Mao Zedong Thought Essentials. There were endless contents to be crammed, and I was terrified by the possibility of sudden cardiac death when I was sitting in the examination room that morning. Besides, there were always some stupid tasks required from the university, such as taking a photo of yourself watching a propaganda kind of video.
As for the students, the majority of my peers were only interested in their social activities and internships. I was a little disappointed to realize that many of my peers were so engrossed in games and superficial soap operas, and lacked professional or academic ambitions——all they wanted to do is to have fun. At the same time, I was very glad to see that a small group of people had strong ambitions and enriched their mind earnestly on campus, so we developed friendship.
A view on the way from the library to my dorm. The rustling of the trees always stirs my emotions.
There was a time when I felt I was abandoned by the university institution, and that nobody would be kind enough to provide fine guidance for my future path of development. All I knew was to study hard and I won the national scholarship in my sophomore year, while scoring 8 in IELTS (I was determined to apply for a master’s degree in English speaking countries). And then, something happened and changed my life forever. I encountered a group of professors that pointed out a clear route for my future career development. When I look back, they are among the few bittersweet but cherished memories I have at WHU.
I was selected to attend professors ‘ economic workshops regularly and work as RA, with other 9 peers, all of whom are brilliant. I was especially fascinated by one of the professors, who went to study in the best economics and management school in Peking University at 15, and later quitted his high-paying job in order to pursue his academic ambition at WHU. He was incredibly smart and full of idealism. I could never forget the night when the whole workshop group was dining and drinking together, he expressed his wish to tell the Chinese story to the international academic world, which was heavily dominated by the western accounts. Because of information asymmetry and other systematic barriers, the Chinese talents were not given a full play in the international academic world, and thus the western societies lacked adequate understanding of China’s economic development. His attitude of life also influenced me: “I believe that I was born to this world for a cause…We are dusts in the river of time, but our thoughts may live forever…I need you all to raise doubts on my words, challenge the authority, and surpass the professors you see sitting in front of you.”
Being deeply moved, I started to make up my mind on a career in academia. All those time I had felt myself fragile and a nobody in this world, but when a ambition harbored in me, I felt like a powerful warrior fighting for my dreams.
The playground. I used to run long distances here at night.
The later days were not easy. I worked very hard, but I unfortunately broke my leg and stayed in the dorm for three months. Many things were brought to an abrupt stop, no matter how hard I tried to catch up with others. When I returned to my work with the professors, I sensed from them a clear preference for other students, especially the boys. I was not bold enough, and I spoke very cautiously to the professors, which made myself seem stupid LOL. What frustrated me later was that , my programming work was mistaken by one professor to be the work of another boy, and he praised him directly, ignoring all my efforts. It seemed that he didn’t believe in his heart that this nice job is accomplished by me. Similar biases occurred to my girl friend, who is interested in pursuing PhD. While the teacher kept ordering her to do all sorts of errands for him, he gave his boy students incomparable resources. In one occasion, the girl was told that “being good at studyingdoesn’t mean being suitable for academic research”, which is so untrue in her case.
The academia is heavily dominated by men. There are many more women students than men students in Wuhan University, but the preference for men never dies. I was very angry at that time, but as time passed, I have calmly accepted this as a fact. I wouldn’t have bad feelings when I noticed a professor was biased in terms of gender (usually they won’t admit it). I am not a social activists for gender equality, and my energies are so limited that I need to pour them in to the economic realm I really interested in. All I need to do is work hard, be inspiring and productive. People will realize how wrong it is to be stereotyping. Simply crying out will not solve this deep-rooted problem, and my brilliant work and actions will speak louder than words.
Regarding WHU, I think I shall stop here.
Home Cuisines in Hunan
I quickly left Wuhan University and arrived in a small town in Hunan province, where my mother was born and my elder relatives live. It was located between Wuhan and Zhuhai, Guangdong province, where I reside. There were some family issues that needed to be addressed by me in person, besides, there had been a long time since I last saw my grandmother, who had been suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, which deteriorated after we lost grandpa.
The hometown was a typical third-tier city, and my grandma was living with my aunt’s family on the outskirts of town. I was welcomed by my aunt’s family with their best cuisines. Chicken, pork, eel… hometown was a typical third-tier city, and my grandma was living with my aunt’s family on the outskirts of town. I was welcomed by my aunt’s family with their best cuisines. Chicken, pork, eel…covered in complicated seasonings and thick oil. Honestly, it had been a long time since I last ate something with rich flavor and oil, and I kept eating bread and sauce, eggs and veggies. I found it hard to get used to the eating habit in Hunan and Hubei province, but I was still very moved by their warm reception. The family was in rather difficult situation, but they treated me like a very important guest.
I was pleased that grandma still noticed who I am. She spoke very softly, with her eyes carefully contemplating me. This was not my normal grandma. In the past, she would greet me with high spirits and gave me a huge hug. Now, she approached me like a quiet little girl. She kept saying things that didn’t make much sense, such as asking ” Did your uncle accompany you here?” In fact, my uncle, a member of the army, was still under a 20-day rigorous quarantine even though there were no positive cases at all, which was another example of China’s extreme disease control measures. She also asked earnestly, ” Do you know where your grandpa is?“. I replied that he had already rested in peace. She then said to me with a secret look, “He’s gone, and he didn’t tell you.“
Grandma could easily get lost if she took a stroll alone. Besides, she slept very little, staying up whole night fumbling around the dark room. She had lost the idea of time, and she always woke up in the midnight, thinking that it’s already morning and she should do something, such as grocery shopping. Consequently, she always wanted to go out when everybody were sleeping tight. Aunt said that the door gate was constantly locked at night, just to prevent grandma from rambling out. However, grandma would pound on the lock desperately sometimes, expressing her strong wish to go out.
I got fidgety when I heard about my grandma’s condition. The following night sleeping by grandma’s bedroom was just restless.
It started from 10 pm. When I was lying on the bed studying Japanese in my leisure time, there was a sudden feeling that someone was looking at me through the space of opened door. When I raised my head abruptly, I saw grandma standing there in creepy silence with her bright night gown, which formed a strange contrast with the night dark.
She was awake from her short sleep. I asked her what she was doing there with a smile.
“Don’t worry about me. I just came to see whether you all are sleeping.” Her eyes contemplated me carefully, and then walked back to her room like an obedient child.
In fact, I was the only person who could be checked upon, since my door was open. Other members of the family had their doors shut, which kept them away from interruptions. When I was about to sleep, I shut the door with a strange feeling. I fidgeted at the idea of seeing grandma standing there, watching me when I woke up in my dreams. At the same time, I was afraid of letting her rambling freely in the dark. What if she hurt herself? What if she turned on the gas and put all of us at risk? I could hardly fell asleep with those crazy thoughts.
The dogs at the door gate barked several times at night. Were there burglars at the door? Or was grandma trying to break the locks? Since I sensed no move from other family members, and I was quite timid to get down the stairs to check this late night, I just let it be. I heard some murmuring outside of the bedroom door. Was grandma in trouble? Or was she just babbling like a child? Those questions conjured up in my mind, and gradually faded away in the thick darkness.
When it grew brighter outside (5 am), I heard her voice again. I opened my bedroom door and found her standing in the lounge. There was a surprised look on her face. Again, I asked her what she was doing there.
“I’m just looking around…It’s still early, go to sleep, child.” And then, she fumbled upstairs to the rooftop.
I wondered whether I slept any more than 5 hours that night. I bought the tickets to leave the other day, after my work was done in Hunan. I knew I should have stayed longer to keep company with my grandma, but part of me refused to stay.
When I left the house for the train back to my residential city, I saw grandma standing in a distance, looking at me with her quiet and careful eyes. I waved her goodbye, but she didn’t respond. I said “see you later!“, but she stood still.
On my way to the train station, aunt’s husband told me that grandma was acting even more strangely that day, such as wearing two layers of clothes in the heat… she was constantly talking about buying some delicious food for me while I was out addressing family issues.
Grandma had lost many basic abilities, but she always remembered family relationships. When we two were together, she kept talking about how precious family was, and how sad and lonely it would be without a family. She expressed her strong wish that I bring home a husband, and that she would be extremely happy to see me having my own family. All I could say was, “Aye, don’t worry grandma. I will.”
When my car ran across the wide-stretching cabbage field, I kept thinking of grandma, who was so lively and full of smiles in the past. She spent all her life with her family’s company, but every night, she fumbled in the darkness. All the doors were shut and locked, and nobody could do anything about it. She was completely alone.
The train roared past. With my heavy luggage, I was running towards my bright young ambitions, my own relationships, my fate of aging and perishment… and my own darkness, alone.
I looked at the screen, and smiled quietly under my face mask.
I am writing this blog with the A/C on, lying cozily on my own bed. As usual, I’m gonna staying up late until the small hours, either working or binge watching. I have all the expensive essence and eye cream applied to my face, which is pretty ironic since the best way to maintain beauty is going to bed EARLY. Everything seems normal. No, terrific. It’s so good to have my wonderful life back. The past three days have been exhausting, both physically and mentally. While I was pondering over the state of those I encountered during the short journey, I secretly missed my neat and clean little room and its cool air for every single minute. What a shame.
Honestly, I can’t face the fact that I am a graduate, and that I have to bring all my stuff back from the dorm. I still feel like I’m not learned enough, not good enough in math, not familiar enough with advanced economic theories, not proficient enough in programming…There’s still a very long way to go in the course of studying, and I’m not fully prepared for my duty as a research assistant working for these brilliant economists. Besides, I still want to strengthen my ties with my college friends. I want to discuss academic stuff with them, do sports, spend nights drinking wine and karaoke together…Our paths are inevitably diverging from one another. It’s a pity that my attachment to Wuhan University is not very strong, since I just spent a year studying outside of P.R.China. All those gloomy thoughts in my mind, I left for Wuhan with a simplest package, not carrying my PC or my makeup LOL.
It was smotheringly hot in Wuhan, and the mosquitoes added to my bother. Everything was pretty fine when I was undergoing the rigorous tests and red tapes in the school gate. The teachers were very friendly, and the university provided health supplies to us warmingly. However, I was shocked when I set foot in my room in the dorm.
I had expected the room to be rather clean, not awfully dirty at least. A roommate was trapped in the dorm when the lockdown was initiated in Wuhan, and she spent literally five months living in our room, alone. I couldn’t imagine how tough her life was during the lockdown. She was not allowed to leave the dorm for almost four months, and her only contact with the outside occurs when the university staff deliver food. It was like staying at prison, but she later put it as being locked in a mental hospital, which implies the insanity in this draconian measure. I communicated with her via Wechat several times, and I was pleased when she gave me the impression that she led a decent and proud life. In one occasion she told me a girl in the dorm committed suicide after months of lockdown, and she shared some details of the tragedy. We mourned for the girl together. I thought she had a very strong mind.
I felt my stomach churning when I walk into the room. With my eyeglasses on, I could see every dirty corners clearly. Numerous long hairs were curling on the ground with visible dirt, let alone the scattering garbage and spider webs. The toilet was also covered with black long hair, and it stunk. I had never seen in my life anything more disgusting than the sink right before my eyes. The wide-spreading thick substance clinging on the bottom of the sink manifested themselves in toxic green and black, with white toothpastes floating above, as the remains of tooth brushing. I felt like I would faint with another sight, so I rushed out the room as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t help but text my roommate and complain about the sanitary condition. I knew this was awkward, and she replied with awkward messages, speaking at my pointless attention to the dorm’s cleanness,since I only need to pack my own things. However, I was so stunned that I didn’t have the courage to set foot in that place again. I just couldn’t imagine how frustrated a person could be to allow herself living in such an environment. Did she really find that sink acceptable during her tough life, so she didn’t even bother to clean it up? Even though she knew that her roommate would come to share this room, she still didn’t bother. Would I be in the same frustrating state, if it was me who were left behind during the pandemic? I was so angry, and so sad. I wanted to argue with her, listen to her frustrations and help her, but in the end, I swallowed up all my emotions and cleaned up the sink and the toilet by myself.
When I saw her in person, I knew her condition was not very good. From my perspective, she was hard-working, self-assertive, but not very upbeat and tended to see the world in cynical eyes. She was helpful and had a very kind heart, but she lacked judicious choice of words and annoyed people sometimes. This had something to do with her hardships in life. I sensed that she had become more cynical and self-interested after the lockdown. I felt sorrowful for the things she had been through and wanted to do something for her, but I knew it was useless. I was supposed to accompany her, but I left the dorm as soon as I could. All I could do now is pray for her and wish her for the best.
I also had other cheerful encounters with friends, and I spent the last night in Wuhan University chatting with my friend who returned from her job as RA in the University of Hong Kong. She was forced to quarantine 14 days when she traveled from Hong Kong to Shenzhen, and another 14 days after her trip from Shenzhen to Hubei. Her life in Hong Kong was also a little depressing, since she spent most of her time at home in isolation, for fear of the violent protests and the pandemic. After her arrival at her hometown in Hubei, she was still troubled by her parents, who wanted dominant control over their daughter. Conflicts within households have become a serious problem during the pandemic, and they seemed to be more severe for us teenage girls. Anyway, I believe she will achieve her dreams, regardless of what her parents think.
the road beside school of economics and management. I walked this road many times when I was working for professors during summer vacation.