Gertrude Stein wrote it, and I doubt she was talking about Beijing, but it applies.
Because the city is absolutely covered Rose Parade style with the thorny, sweet-smelling flora.
The flowers are planted everywhere and of all colors. Along the roads, red, yellow, pink, yellow and pink roses can be found waiting to be made into bouquets.
It's like the city went from being made on black and white film to a super-saturated high megapixel color screen. The blossoms just exploded, spreading the dripping ink of flavored markers everywhere.
The sky still looms with its awful gray, but the vibrance and optimism of the flowers are prevailing during this spring in the city.
(I've only stolen one. Well, one that had two blossoms. I like to make the most of my thievery.)
