Author Archives: Xiuyi Zheng

Our Yale educations will not be compromised by a semester or a year at another American university. Rather, by creating domestic exchange programs, Yale will go further in encouraging its students to pursue diverse experiences and academic excellence.

Greetings from your lifelong friends and allies from the other side of the Yalu River.

The fortune cookie merely acts as a stethoscope through which you can hear what your heart is telling you.

Beneath Chen’s heavily politicized and commodified image lies a brave soul hardened by years of unspeakable persecution.

According to my heart, home is often nowhere to be found.

Perhaps more valuable — and certainly more fragile — is the mutual respect and friendship that the two peoples have managed to build over the past 40 years through travel, cultural exchanges and eventually, the Internet.

As state censorship strangles Chinese journalism in its vice grip, it is also driving China’s brightest away from an industry that desperately needs their idealism and intellect.

The societal costs associated with China’s one-child policy today have become much too high, and its efficacy much too dubious to justify its continuation.

I have to admit, it was a little weird being an international student at Yale during election season. Everywhere I turned, I was greeted by enthusiastic volunteers reminding me to vote, friends brandishing Obama T-shirts and “Hope and Change” buttons (aren’t those out of style already?), and don’t even get me started on Facebook. If »

I am quite embarrassed to admit that I had never heard of Mo Yan before he won the 2012 Nobel Prize in literature. To be sure, he was an established writer in China, but as vice president of the state-sanctioned Chinese Writers Association, Mo Yan belonged to the official “literary circle” that often appeared impenetrably »

As Daw Aung San Suu Kyi entered the doors of the Timothy Dwight college dining hall, the commotion in the room dwindled to a hushed whisper. All eyes were glued on her as she walked briskly towards the head table with Master Jeffrey Brenzel, smiling broadly, eyes glowing. As one of the lucky few to »

I call my parents about once a week. My mom, always the practical one, goes to painstaking lengths to make sure that I am not overspending my money (difficult to do in New Haven), that I have been checking ticket prices for my flight back home (haven’t done that yet) and so on. Dad, a »