Wing nut, gibberer and flip are words many Australians would use to describe the young man whose drunken behavior in a Beijing bar last Saturday night did his country a disservice.
During one sunny spring day, 76-year-old Zeng Zhaokai did something ordinary. The farmer who lived in Xiaoli Town of Jinan, East China's Shandong Province, visited his mother's house after he got up. His mother, Guo Zenglan, 106 years old, cannot bend her arms, so every morning Zeng washes her face and combs her hair.
It was pitch black, and my girlfriend Carol and I were stumbling down an uneven stone stairway in the Mount Qixianling National Forest Reserve, in South China's Hainan Province.
Every year, as cities around the Pearl River Delta become increasingly economically integrated, a growing number of Hong Kong citizens are relocating to cash in on the region's emergent prosperity.
Poet Li Bai is the psychological journey of someone who wants to live by his dreams but knows he often has been distracted by the exigencies of everyday life.
A group of starry-eyed men gathered on a mountaintop to listen to the man in a flowing robe. The afternoon light danced on the teacher's beard, and the pilgrims could see their master's aura. Love each other and you will be of great benefit to the world, he told them. This was his answer to life, the universe and everything.
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