Shenyang, don’t cry for me

On the morning of July 20, 1996, at the Beijing railway station, we could not see the scenes of hugging and weeping and saying goodbye. There are not many people on the station. Maybe they all watched the Olympic Games spread. My classmates left before the 10th, so no one came to see me off today. I don’t want anyone to come. I don’t like the scene of parting. I am quietly waiting for the train on the platform, it will take me to the place where I may work and live my whole life – Shenyang.