Tao Yuanming's Blog

 As night slowly falls, Bengbu is covered with a soft night color, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, leaving behind a kind of tranquility and depth. Walking on the riverside road, the street lights on both sides are lit up one after another, and the warm light is reflected on the river surface, sparkling, like countless gentle whispers, telling the night story of this city. The stars are twinkling in the night sky, accompanied by the breeze, and my heart can't help but surge with infinite emotion and thinking. In such a night, I like to walk slowly along the familiar path alone, listening to the unique sounds of the night. Occasionally, I will meet small vendors who are still in business. They whisper and busy tidying up the stalls, as if injecting a little warmth of life into this quiet night. The soft music from the cafe in the distance and the whispers from the roadside shops are reminding me that this city is not only prosperous during the day, but als...

 Bengbu not only has a profound historical and cultural heritage, but is also famous for its unique cuisine. Walking in the alleys of the old city, you can always smell the mouth-watering aroma of food. From roadside snack stalls to time-honored restaurants that have been passed down for generations, every dish contains the taste of hometown and the warmth of human feelings. Beef noodles, sesame cakes, tofu brain, various stir-fries... These delicacies are not only a taste bud enjoyment, but also a cultural transmission. When I was a child, every weekend, my family would always gather relatives and friends to enjoy the rich hometown dishes together. Every dish that my mother carefully cooked contains the love of life and the adherence to tradition. I remember that there would always be neighbors who sent homemade side dishes, and everyone sat together, tasting the delicious food and chatting about family matters. The warm scene was deeply imprinted in my heart. Nowadays, with the a...

 Bengbu in the early morning is always a bit dreamy and poetic. At dawn, when the city is still shrouded in mist, the streets gradually present a vibrant picture. Cleaners have quietly started their day's work, waving their brooms to sweep away the silence of the night; vendors are busy on the roadside, setting up a variety of fresh breakfasts, and the aroma of soy milk, fried dough sticks and buns permeates the air, calling for warm morning light for the city. Walking on the way to work, I can feel the vitality and vitality of Bengbu in the morning. People of different ages and identities gather on the streets during this time period: there are white-collar workers rushing to work, students carrying schoolbags, and those old people who like morning jogging. Everyone is welcoming the new day in their own way, with hope for the future and love for life on their faces. In the flower beds along the way, the morning dew sparkles in the sunlight, as if telling people about the wonder an...

 In Bengbu, a small but humane city, every day is like a warm documentary. In the morning, the whole city begins to wake up with the lively bargaining and shouts of vendors in the market. On the old street, the morning light shines on the bluestone-paved sidewalks. The vendors set up their stalls early. The fresh vegetables and fragrant breakfast exude an attractive aroma, making people eager to taste them. When I walk out of the house, I often encounter the familiar and warm greetings between neighbors. Whether it is an office worker who just went out or an old man walking slowly with a cane, they all have expectations and smiles for the new day on their faces. In the afternoon, there are always some old people gathered in the square of the community. They play chess or chat, leisurely enjoying the rare quiet time. In the park not far away, the laughter of children and the Tai Chi of the elderly form a beautiful scenery of movement and stillness. In the evening, the streets of the...

 Walking in the quaint alleys of Bengbu, every step seems to be stepping on the veins of time. The brick houses, mottled walls and narrow stone roads in the old city all quietly tell stories of the past. I remember when I was a child, the aunt next door would always put a basket of fresh fruits at the entrance of the alley. Her warm smile and kind greetings filled the whole alley with a strong breath of life. During traditional festivals, every household will not forget to paste paper-cuts and hang lanterns in their busy schedule. The whole community will be immersed in a peaceful and lively atmosphere, making people seem to travel back to that simple era. Whenever I stroll through these familiar street corners, I can always recall the scenes of chasing and playing at the end of the alley when I was a child. The laughter at that time was crisp, as if it could dispel all the troubles. The wooden windows and mottled door frames in the old houses have witnessed the rise and fall of ge...

 UKM's campus life is far more than theoretical learning in the classroom. It is more like a growth journey full of challenges and gains. Here, I met partners from all over the world. We discussed problems together in the classroom and encouraged each other in extracurricular activities to move forward together. The professors not only imparted professional knowledge, but also focused on cultivating our critical thinking and practical skills, making every discussion full of sparks of wisdom. Whether focusing on meticulous research in the laboratory or experiencing the charm of art in cultural societies, I have discovered a better self through constant exploration and experimentation. Every activity and every discussion made me understand more clearly that true growth comes from constantly surpassing oneself and daring to face challenges. The learning experience of UKM is like a beacon that illuminates my way forward and makes me firmly believe that no matter how unknown the future ...