A dream, that has been dreamed exactly one hundred years by billions of people, eventually comes true. Before the Opening of the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games, my mind was in a paradox. Like many other Chinese, I had desired for the opening for years, thus I cried out for time going faster. However, on the other hand, because of the same reason, as Professor Yu Dan said in a programme in CCTV-5, I wanted the time to slow down for the moment that had been dreamed for too long was too heavy to open.
At half past nineteen, my parents and I were all seated in front of the television like loyal pilgrims of a religion, awaiting the historical moment to come. Several minutes before twenty o’clock, thousands of actors showed up in the centre of the Nest Bird with thousands of fous, which were one of most classical instruments in ancient China. While these actors were drumming the fous, a fascinating effect was presented. These 2008 actors and fous shined and sparked in a very ordered way and then one minutes before 8 o’clock they formed some numbers to count down the opening of the 29th Olympic Games. These numbers were both in Arabic number and in simplized Chinese character.
At 8 o’clock, our national anthem echoed in the Nest Bird and our solemn national flag was hoisted in the centre of the stadium. All Chinese in the stadium sang the national anthem together. In front of the television, Papa and Mama also sang the national anthem with them. At that moment, I recognized my parents’ deep love for our country. I was touched and burst into tears in the bottom of my heart.
In the next one hour, I was surprised at the grandeur of the performances time and time again. Every programme presented was of high quality in many respects. These programmes were the integration of the cleverness of ancient Chinese and the intelligence of modern Chinese for the profundity of Chinese culture and excessively high technology were organically combined together. I don’t remember how many times had I cried in my heart during that time. The world was concentrating on China, a country with the most magnificent, various and splendid culture, the biggest population and the fastest pace of development. At that moment, I wanted to cry out that I am proud of being a Chinese and I love my country. During the performances, even when I wanted to pee very much as a result of eating too much watermelon I dare not go to the toilet for fear that I would miss any fantastic part.
After the performances, it was the ceremony of the delegates of different countries entering the stadium. As the delegates of different countries went through the gate of the Nest Bird, my Papa was recalling all the facts he knew about these countries and narrated them to me as if he was a professional reporter in the stadium. Among all the countries, Papa showed extreme interests in the former Soviet Union countries such as Kazakhstan, Russian Federation, and Ukraine and so on. He seemed a keen fan of Soviet Union as he declaimed how strong and great Soviet Union was at that time. He told that when he was a student, before the Soviet Union was dismissed into dozens of countries, there were only some one hundred and eighty countries in the world, but now there were more than two hundred and twenty countries attending the Olympic Games. He had to admit that the world has changed drastically. When the ceremony was processing, my Mama couldn’t help falling asleep in the sofa. My father and I kept our eyes on the television with our whole concentration and exchanged our knowledge about hundreds of countries. This time, in Beijing, representatives of different countries went into the stadium in a brand new way, in a Chinese way. These countries went into the stadium in the order of the stroke of Chinese character of the Chinese translation of these countries. To tell the truth, as a Chinese, I also felt a little bit confused because I have not counted the stroke of the Chinese character since I was in primary school. However, I still consider it a very good way because in this way, the importance of Chinese culture would be emphasized to billions of Chinese people as well as people all over the world.
After the entering ceremony, the presidents of Chinese Olympic Committee and the World Olympic Committee had and opening orations. While Roger was making the speech, my Papa asked to interpret it to him, but I felt a big burden off my mind because Roger spoke English with an accent which I was not familiar, so I told my father the brief meaning of it. I felt that as an English major, I had a very long way to go if I was determined to be an excellent interpreter.
At the end of the opening ceremony, several top Chinese athletes ran in the track as Olympic torch bearers to transport to hallowed fire to the Olympic flame pot. The last torch bearer was Li Ning. When he got the fire, he flew to the sky and ran along with the edge of the Nest Bird. At the last second, the Olympic flame pot appeared in the light and Li Ning lit it up which absolutely the opening of the 29th Olympic Games, of a new page of Chinese history.
A moment has finally come. A dream had finally come true.






