It’s not like it wasn’t something I couldn’t have done sooner, but up to now I’ve struggled to find the motivation to keep on reading till the end. So after two and a half years studying Chinese full-time, last week marked the proud moment I finished reading my first Chinese novel. I told my seventeen year old self: Fen Fang, you have to live well.”_ The unfeeling sun was melting my young body. I gazed at the grey clouds gathered in the sky. A plain of sweet potatoes stretched out into the distance and the peaceful fields shimmered a little in the heat. I opened the creaking shutter and looked at the mountains outside. It was an unbearably hot summer’s morning. (" rel="external nofollow)_“I was seventeen. _This is a (/contribute/#guestpost "Contribute to East Asia Student") by Helen Raftery_.
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