I have lived in Jinan for five years, and I always have more grudge than gratitude toward the city—the lethal winter and tragic summer, the constant spitting action, the flood and springs of filthy water, the noise fireworks on every Sunday morning, the car emission (walking on the street of Jinan in peak hour is like sticking your nose to the pipe of a huge truck when it starts)…
But every city has its charisma, so does Jinan.It is a reversed version of Princess Fiona, a ghastly ogress in the day, but a fair lady at night—when the sun sets, the city light itself up by lights—but in no way by the bold, grand, harsh and colourful light that lights up the entire sky, but by small, amber lamps, here and there, in a very conservative and simplistic manner. In the cozy light dominated by a tone of amber-yellow, Jinan people take their daily post-dinner stroll to the park, go to their night time street BBQ plus draft beer, or simply sit on some random steps waving their fans. In particular, men, either with apparent six packs or equally apparent stomach fat, like to go topless, bathing in the cool summer breeze, regardless of their physical attractiveness. It is a admirable confidence in our age when so many men are using eyeliners on a daily base.
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