Sitting on one of the huge stone steps leading up to the National Museum of China for a rest after a few hours in the museum, I was enjoying a quiet moment watching the sun setting over the Great Hall on the other side of Tian'anmen Square, all alone except for the two patrolling soldiers 50 meters away. The view in the orange haze seems not to have changed over the past 20 years. A powerful sense of permanence grabbed me and touched me to tears - one of those amazing moments when I feel that it is still worthwhile living in Beijing after all.
淡淡雾霾包裹着的天安门的橙色黄昏，我坐在国家博物馆的大石阶上看日落，眼前多年未变的这个景象碰触到心里，眼睛竟湿了，好像这个强大、沉默的不变是一个安慰，温柔地拥了一下我的肩。