Beijing Lights #24: To love the same way as I am loved
Hating someone is equal to killing them.
Hating someone is equal to killing them.
Where we call home, there are no jobs; but where there are jobs, it can never be home for us.
My body is stuck here, but my spirit can travel to faraway places with these books.
Few people get to call themselves a winner.
“I’m satisfied financially. I can afford a drink and some cigarettes every day. That’s good enough. Remember I used to go hungry.”
“When things are busy, I need to cook over 100 bowls of wontons in one day.”
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My life has all been centered on my children. Time’s flashed by before I’ve had a chance to reflect.
“Now here I am, old and useless, waiting for King Yan to take me.”