摘要
Beijing helped make my dreams come true.When I studied in Beijing,it heard my voice,accompanied me through the sunrise and sunset,witnessed my joys and sorrows,healed my pains,and gave me courage to move forward.The beauty of Beijing is deeply engraved in my mind.Against the red walls and green tiles of the Forbidden City,sparkling snowflakes float down from the sky,falling into the hands of a woman in gorgeous hanfu(traditional clothing of the Han ethnic group).Seeming slightly melancholy,she looks far ahead,lost deep in thought.Like a classic image of a costume drama,such scenes often spring to my mind.To me,who grew up in the tropics,snow seems as appealing as forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden.
