The day before I bid Beijing zàijiàn was the brightest I have stepped out into in my whole stay here in China. Hazeless. Not an overcast. The leaves were fluttering like never before.
Xue Yuan Nanlu, goodbye Xue Yuan Nanlu. The midget tables on your sidewalk, the mahjong players neath your flyover, the hum of the two-wheelers on your thoroughfares, and your pretty pretty nǚshìmens .
How I wished this dance would never end.