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As People's Liberation Army (PLA) of China celebrates its 85th Founding Anniversary on 1st August, I can’t help thinking of those old days when I stayed with Chinese soldiers.
Krriiing!!! Kriiiing!! went my alarm o'clock. It's Monday morning, the day I hate the most especially after having a well spent out weekend. But this Monday is a special Monday to me; it's the first day of the semester and the first day of my life at the university.
A loud, half-muffled laugh squeezing out of his lips, the Chinese man stutters: “Loo-loo-look!” His voice is as rough as the sidewalk chalk a forceful and playful kid drags on the pavement. I frantically scan the street market of Wangfujing—where vendors’ tables align the left and right sides of a narrow pathway that stretches as far as my eyes can see—to find his whereabouts. Suddenly I spot someone in the corner of my eye, pointing.
In May this year we went back to China with two families from Holland.The main reason was to visit the hometowns of our adopted daughters from China.
For at least four centuries, from the 14th to the 18th, China was looked upon by the West with awe.
Weeks ago Shanghai Museum received the donation of 90 sets of ancient bronze mirrors from Lloyd E Cotsen, an art collector and philanthropist from Los Angeles.
China indeed is a land full of amazement! As fate would have it, my decision to pursue my studies in this country has not only changed the opinion I had about China but also helped shape my entire paradigm of thought. I previously envisioned a country where the buildings were of typical Chinese architecture and with bicycles all over the streets.
Why not rent a boyfriend, or girlfriend to please parents during the Spring Festival?
