Author: Wang Ran

She is a mysterious guest who comes at midnight in the rain.

He was ringing the doorbell one after another in front of the fence and outside the gate, not expecting you to open it. Looking from the blinds on the second floor, the dim light was shining diagonally on her.

She is neither tall nor slender.

In the light, shadow, rain and mist, the delicate bridge of the nose is tall and indifferent.

The black feathered hat, the shawl hanging to the ground, and the high and shiny boots wrapped around the thin white calves.

Full of temptation.

Walking in Paris, walking in the lives of others.

The woman on the street corner had red and swollen eyes, angrily and desperately confessing her love to her lover word for word. The boy retreated in aggrieved shock, gesturing and trying to explain. Together to no avail.

Love, after all, is hopeless.

The protagonists are passionate and generous.

People chatting and smiling at the open-air bar on the roadside just gently rotate the cups and watch the milk unfold and change like clouds in the coffee.

You can't guess their origins.

The coffee shines with amber luster in the cup, and sometimes steams, so the scene becomes vivid.

I love her, she is beautiful, not mine.

London

London has nothing to do with me. It makes the stubborn rocks on the bottom of the sea, and the days passing by slowly or hurriedly like running water, carrying out their stories, their joys, sorrows, and joys.

Even if it has nothing to do with it, it is not happy after all.

She is a wet city, not only because it always rains, nor because it is close to the sea, but because people always shed a lot of tears.

Walking at night when the lanterns were on, I passed by a square filled with music. Standing there, the stars in the world seemed far away and near; there were few lights, but the voices of people could be heard vaguely.

What I like is the fishing village. I broke in by chance. I was a passer-by who visited by chance. She was my unexpected sudden love or relaxation, an unexpected tenderness.

The vegetables in that place are plump and the fish are delicate.

The pigs will walk freely, but the mossy bluestone road is very clean.

Green grass emerges from the cracks in the rocks, green and vibrant in the sunshine, and swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

There are not only loaches but also river eels in the waterways beside the fields, and their dances are extremely weird. There is a kind of purple flower that always grows among the fields. It is refined and beautiful.

The fishermen in the village do not have the habit of folding flowers. They are more happy to see flowers and plants emerging from various places, such as houses, tree branches, paths, water tanks, and girls’ shiny black hair.

People are smiling, and they always carry something on their backs, whether it is a fish basket, a net, bamboo shoots after the rain, or a bundle of firewood waiting to be dried.

Their skin is bronze, their eyes are flexible and bright, their steps are steady, their waists are valuable, and their backs carry the day, which is obviously relaxed and happy.

So I love it.

(Article source: Economic and w88 News)