IT has been many years since the last time I visited West Lake in Hangzhou but it is still fresh in my menlory. It was in late spring, a cloudy and drizzly day. I did not feel like going at first, but later went along...IT has been many years since the last time I visited West Lake in Hangzhou but it is still fresh in my menlory. It was in late spring, a cloudy and drizzly day. I did not feel like going at first, but later went along as two veteran editors insisted upon going. It didn’t take long to get to the lake. This was my first time to appreciate the landscape of the region south of the Yangtze River at leisure. The air was damp and chilly as we strolled along the bank. Mist and fog hovered over the lake, and it was hard to distinguish the water from the sky. At a kiosk on展开更多
HE stretched out his hand but he could not fix his eyes on me. After a brief hesitation, I grasped his small, warm, thin hand .From Director Yang who was at my side I knew his name was Du Xin and that he was eight yea...HE stretched out his hand but he could not fix his eyes on me. After a brief hesitation, I grasped his small, warm, thin hand .From Director Yang who was at my side I knew his name was Du Xin and that he was eight years old. Then I found that part of his forehead obviously protruded and his eyes slanted to both sides. He drew me lightly to him and pointed to a photograph on the wall behind us. In it Du Xin was playing the piano and sitting in a man's arms. When I said "Nice sound," he also said "nice sound....展开更多
文摘IT has been many years since the last time I visited West Lake in Hangzhou but it is still fresh in my menlory. It was in late spring, a cloudy and drizzly day. I did not feel like going at first, but later went along as two veteran editors insisted upon going. It didn’t take long to get to the lake. This was my first time to appreciate the landscape of the region south of the Yangtze River at leisure. The air was damp and chilly as we strolled along the bank. Mist and fog hovered over the lake, and it was hard to distinguish the water from the sky. At a kiosk on
文摘HE stretched out his hand but he could not fix his eyes on me. After a brief hesitation, I grasped his small, warm, thin hand .From Director Yang who was at my side I knew his name was Du Xin and that he was eight years old. Then I found that part of his forehead obviously protruded and his eyes slanted to both sides. He drew me lightly to him and pointed to a photograph on the wall behind us. In it Du Xin was playing the piano and sitting in a man's arms. When I said "Nice sound," he also said "nice sound....
