摘要
Ayear has passed since I left Beijing.Did the autumn winds blow away my memories of the city?Has the snow frozen the group photos taken with my friends last year?I am missing you,Beijing.How have you been?Only four hours on a flight would take me to the largest city in my mind.The memories from my first landing in Beijing remain vivid.It was September,and I thought Beijing would already have snow,so I wore a winter coat.But it was sunny and warm.Everyone on the street seemed to think I had just returned from a trip to the Arctic.It was my first trip abroad,so everything was very fresh,but I also felt small and lonely.On the trip from the airport to the school,I only exchanged a few words with the driver.I was closed off not only by inability to speak Chinese,but also due to an introverted personality.It has always been a little difficult for me to communicate with strangers.The trees along the way gently swayed as if they were welcoming my arrival,and the journey seemed long.The scenery outside the car window brought all kinds of emotions to my heart,and I started recalling voices from my family:Why spend four years of your youth away from us?Who will you turn to if you get in trouble?
