Sitting in Zhejiang library, reading a poetry of Yeats, in a
while, I was seized by sadness. From “Troy passed
away in one high funeral gleam/ And Usna’s children
died” to “like a long-legged
fly upon the stream/ His mind moves upon
silence”. It pervaded bit by a bit, till
fulfilled the atmosphere of the whole reading room. However it has
nothing to do with the contend of the poems, but the city
Hangzhou.

I seat myself in the chair. At the time I came in, I showed the
janitor my ID card, on which I am a Hangzhounese. I’ve been using
this new ID card since I entered the university 3 years ago.
However I haven’t realized that I am a citizen of hangzhou even
now. During the period that I was a freshman or sophomore, it
seemed that I was rushing through the two years. Rushed to Zhejiang
library for a lecture of Chen Danqing or Zhou Guoping, rushed to
the 31st bar for the concert of Dou Wei, or to Binjiang for a
modern art exhibition, even, I rushed to the west lake for enjoying
the marvelous landscapes. I was just like a traveler who went to
another province with the great ambition of seeing all the
sceneries of the city within several few days.

Time gone by, life gradually calm down, as if some one stared at
you and kept saying”
easy…easy…” then, you put your gun away on the
floor, losing all your strength to rush an inch. Luxurious things
happened, so luxurious as to missed a concert of Cui Jian or the
season of the blossom of Sakula. The pace of the life becomes
slower and slower. Never go to the west lake in a rush or try to
absorb any inch of the landscape into my mind, but wander there
aimlessly, taking a seat and only watching the surface of the lake,
even, sometimes, I simply passed by.

Not a bad thing, it suggests that I have already melted into the
city—the city which is entitled with “the earth
paradise”, and with convenient public
transportation, free toilet, free library, and the free West Lake.
I’ve fallen in love with this amazing city.

However it is just the very thing that I am sad about. I’ll
leave the city soon. I can live here at most one year. It is
neither my hometown nor my cemetery up to now.

The same thing once happened ten yeas ago. Soon after I was used
to the weather of a northern city, soon after all of the kids who
once bullied me just because I came from the south became my
closest friends, after I was addicted to Jiaozi and noodles, mama
forced me to be back to our hometown. Then all I should do is try
to facing every new things again. I’m afraid it will happen 3 or 4
years later, just after I begin to speak authentic English, master
the proper way of writing an essay, I need to leave for another
country or to a place that I never know.