Although my stay in that country was not of considerable duration, it marked the commencement of my perception of the world and became an irreplaceable distant homeland. In my junior high school’s British and American culture class, I witnessed Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and Madame Tussauds for the first time through a documentary broadcast. From the small window of the television screen, an entirely unfamiliar world across the ocean unfolded before me. To this day, I vividly recall the vintage lecture theater with its lofty ceiling, creaking scarlet wooden floor, and a gathering of naive and inexperienced middle school students. Among them, I sat with eyes wide open, brimming with…