This is why I love sitting in front of the computer for so long. Sometimes I am really grateful that I am a person with sound audiovisual ability.
"Paris, I love you". 20 directors, 50 famous movie stars, 18 stories, 20 blocks.
Montmartre Montmartre
A man talking to himself in a luxury car, feeling the morning sun, parked the car on the side of the road, and observed passers-by, young women, pregnant women, couples.
Until the woman who fainted due to hypoglycemia was rescued. Love is like this, quietly and unexpectedly. But when it comes, you will know very well: this is it.
Quais de Seine The banks of the Seine
can be of different religions, different skin colors, and smile together.
Le Marais Marsh area,
will you feel like meeting another self.
Loin du 16e Away from the 16th district,
one is her baby and the other is someone else's hungry baby. She sang the same nursery rhyme. We all need the melody of love and I will remember you.
Porte de Choisy Shu Ya Ximen
When Faye Wong's "Sky" sounded, I saw the beauty of oriental women, which even many tall office buildings could not cover.
Tour Eiffel Eiffel Tower
My blog is called clown`s freedom. Joker's freedom. From the time I knew how to define myself, I wrote this down and I still use it today. Joker is like that, constantly pleasing others, but not everyone likes this pleasing. Perhaps in the eyes of most people, that is very strange and very annoying behavior. No one understands me, no one understands my humor. However, this is how we know how to heal ourselves, wipe it with one hand, and turn a crying face into a smiling face.
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14e arrondissement Fourteenth arrondissement
A middle-aged American woman came to Paris to travel, alone. She speaks broken French, and she longs to fit into the city. Sitting in the corner eating a Chinese restaurant recommended by passers-by. Then walk the streets and think a lot. Look for and expect adventures.
She visited the cemetery in Paris, saw the most powerful figures in history lying there quietly, and then sat on the bench in front of the tomb, thinking of her dead sister and mother. About life and death, everyone is so similar. Maybe exactly the same.
Another day in Paris, she took the elevator for a panoramic view of Paris. She told herself that it was really pleasant to be able to watch the beautiful scenery with so many people, and that life was beautiful. Standing on the highest point, overlooking Paris, is really beautiful. But even if there are thousands of styles, who is more to tell.
She remembered her first love and is now married to someone she doesn't know. At first he said he wanted to visit Paris.
Finally she got to a park, eating a sandwich, and saw a group of children playing in the distance, then a young woman on the lawn in front of her, and then a pair of elderly people in chairs next to her. This is a person's life, in a flash.
Sitting there quietly, away from the familiar environment, facing the huge strangers throughout the city. She said she fell in love with the city, and the city loved her.
The reason why I tell the last story in such a long paragraph is because it really touched me. Although it seems this one is the most bland of all stories.
Every person who travels alone has a story that supports him in getting here. Looking for dusty memories, or to fulfill a promise, or just someone who said that a place at that time, and you just wrote it down, you came here many years later.
Some things are weird when done alone. The simplest such as eating hot pot, singing ktv, watching movies. If you are standing alone in a place where there is a lot of noise, watching people coming and going, you will certainly feel sentimental. This is the feeling of loneliness, losing direction in the crowd of people in the bustling city.
But we are all still alive, and that is the most beautiful thing. Feel these feelings and smile at strangers.
Then resolutely turn back to face his own life, no matter whether it is bright or bleak. Respect life, love life
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