Surprisingly, I took another trip to Beijing after a short interval of four months. The cityscape in winter and summer differs greatly. So was my mood for the two trips. To be honest, I should have gone to places such as Bali Island, but my early purchase of the plane ticket made the choice irreversible. Thus, I persuaded myself to travel to the big city at a slow and leisurely pace.
I got to see the real-life Beijing apart from renowned historic sites. The tall buildings, willow trees, cars, and people all look the same. When I began to be bored by the monotonous views, my imagination was immediately liberated. It didn’t matter anymore where I went. I spent hours drawing in the hotel room, which helped me to release pressure mentally and physically.