I was sitting on the bus after returning from the supermarket. I looked at the cement-colored sky and the chimney outside the car window. I don’t know when this strange city has become a little familiar, perhaps because I was on the bus. The crowded scene reminds me of Beijing, or it is because I have a person who lives here; the
black boots leave a string of white footprints on the snow, each footprint overflowing with happiness, because at this time I want to go back quickly and make dinner for someone; finally understand that sometimes happiness is just seeing the happiness you bring to others.
(So far, they seem to be seriously digressing)
The first time I thought about the relationship between the city and love was after reading Eileen Chang's Love in a Fallen City, the fall of the city called Hong Kong and a love; I didn't connect these two words after that. got up. I still like cities, and feel that each city has a special flavor, vitality, history, narrowness, noise, sunshine, rush or gloom, no matter what, it will evoke the taste of memories; for a city, from strange to familiar to dependent and peaceful. The process of belonging is somewhat like love, and I think it was Barcelona that made me connect the city and love again.
It was a cloudy and rainy day when I first arrived in Barcelona. I held up my umbrella, and the sound of the box and the ground rubbing against the ground came to my ears through the earphones. The old man, the vehicle, the unfamiliar freshness fills the whole heart. Antoni Gaudí, a man with a wonderful relationship with Barcelona, we visited his former residence in the Gaudí Park and found that his bed was actually a narrow single bed in the center of the bedroom. Inevitably, I think, He is single; perhaps if Barcelona were a woman, could she be Gaudí's lover? Walking on the streets full of Gaudí in Barcelona, I can't stop this vague conjecture.
The last night of 2008, Barcelona-Paris, cleaned every corner of my heart, emptied all the bad memories of 2008; put it into a relationship.
Looking back at the snow-covered Paris outside the window, holding a warm cup of chrysanthemum tea, the transparent pale green cup with blooming chrysanthemum reminds me of the floral dress I wear in summer; Some of his temperatures make me not feel lonely in an unfamiliar city, not feel cold in cold weather, and drive away the nasty winter depression.
So——if you see this messy little essay with no answer, I want to say to you: Gracias, Gracias! Te quiero:) Also, please translate a sentence in Zhang Xuan's "Like" Speak to me in Cantonese ;)
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