Into the World of Art

Summer had come to an end, yet the sunshine was still bright. The sun gilded the sky. At 10 o’clock in the morning, I arrived at the Yixing Bus station with a paid man to carry my luggage. I got on the shuttle bus to Jinghang national freeway, spent 4 h in the shuttle, and arrived at Hangzhou at 4 pm. I quickly completed all the registration work required to enter the school. The dorm for men was a two-floor building, right at the northwest corner of the Ancestral Hall of Gentlemen Bai and Su. Every room had four beds, a long table surrounded by four little chairs, and a window in the external wall. Because the building had just been constructed, everything was new, and the only drawback was the remaining thick smell of paint. Because for this year, the school under-enrolled, we only had three people per room, so the last bed served as a storage shelf, and this was a pleasant thing to behold.