London is a city full of spatiotemporal interweaving. 4 o 'clock in the morning, the city is still asleep. Standing on the streets, the peculiar British wind made me abundantly sober. Looking at the beautiful appearance of sleeping London, ancient buildings on both sides are faintly visible in semi-darkness, then the border between history and modern is fuzzy.

With the sunup, the whole London begins to show her vitality. Either in a subway station or on a street, you can see rushing British gentlemen in a suit with a birefcase everywhere. A friend said she didn't like London because everyone's face looked cold. Maybe this is the common expression of a metropolitan. However, behind the seemingly indifference, Londoners are warm and friendly at heart.

I like to stroll in the tree-land trail of Hyde Park, passed by a runner, a cycler, or a dog walker. In the afternoon, sit by the lake in the sun, you will see the swan frolicing in the lake and the pigeon pacing on the bank while people picnicing on the lawn. A picture of comfortable life opened quietly in front of me.

I prefer to view a city as a spectator. Perhaps you will not see every aspect of life in a city untill you stay out of her. Shuttling in the streets of London, you can look up and see the monument telling history while the launch noise of a Porsche’s engine is spreading to your ears. History and modern collide in London but so harmony.

London is a lovely place, for the encompassing museums and wonderful opera stages, for the history, for Londoners’ humor and self-mockery. I even consider London and Beijing are sort of similar—the longer you stay, the more you like. Although a little bit formality, arrogance, and inflexible, she is elegant and decent, humorous but restraint. London, that’s why I missed you even before I had left.