After reading some essays and novels from colleagues with the same Chinese background, I compulsely admitted that I have still stood out of the free world of English word. Such works include A Soldier Home by Yiyun Li, which I just skipped through on line now.
Reading is the process to absorb new things and make a life alive. It’s so much fun to pick up a book or grip an article on line, and escape the bully from the noisy world. This is the only world you can handle with, you can do what you like.