The loneliness of Venice

When we leave Milan, rain has not stopped ...

In the early morning moist air can even smell the smell of autumn! we reach the central station, the day hasn't lit, we didn't wake up ... In XING pine haze sleepy eyes, it appears in front of us, we have been amazed, astonished by its Deluxe and Grand, astonished by its elegant and subtle ... Spent in Semiramide, between the bridge on time all the moving part of the railway station, platform, grows to this fine baizhantingshi! mosaic inlay, huge dome ... No one is not to demonstrate its glorious past and proud! dark morning curtain, slightly yellow lights, like the black and white movie scenes. Like all of the moving farewell, staged here, all the feelings here ended ...

The Venice bus station was very gentle rain, just like love emotional woman, turned his face right now.

Do not say is starting, but also as a note. Suddenly, the crowded streets, noisy Venice, immediately silence down ...

Our registered hotel in Venice, a small town on the edge, from the hotel and then back to Venice, was already in the afternoon.

Gloomy sky, dark clouds, in edge of River Road, sparse and a big or small yacht, lazy in the simple wooden dock. Suddenly the mind, out of a sentence of poetry: spring tide with showers, yedu no boat from across ...

The distance is small homes are quiet, vaguely in the Bush, no one is not so exquisite, housing estate after even the roof is kind of flowers that appear here master life of leisure and love to life.

So faint light, reflecting in fine form, you can even hear it ringing with enthusiasm in the living room of Italy music, you can even see the kitchen pot, delicious soup is located in Italy at the heat ... It is also making the discharge, the boat on the River alone spraying in the rain, and we hurried to people. The loneliness of a minute, just like a mirror ... Suddenly saw the wet window in softened my ...

The Venice district, spent 50 Yuan to buy a piece of China's production of disposable! spent 10 RMB on a toilet! alas Venetian merchants ...

As the world traders are black!

Memories of Venice, appear on the screen, generally sunny, calm a noisy, go by like just Dora the Explorer, carrying one smile visitors, accompanied by beautiful accordion sound ...

Like a never-ending luxury banquet.

And in front of Venice, lost the Sun, has lost all of the crowd, all the buildings are dripping in the rain, and all the color out of the Sun.

Like a lost love lover, there is no life, no smiling smile, or even lost all thought ... Cloudy weather, the original Vanity Sink old later, but it is not as heavy old, expose decadence and decline. Only the Foundation firmly in there, like when you have just built hundreds of years ago, just plainly wrote lonely two words.

Some people say that loneliness is one thing, even if the matter is that it is to listen.

Empty if the cobweb of waterway, and also missing from all of the rigid Dora the Explorer, not Merry melodies for violin.

Originally in a noisy crowd, brilliant sunshine, colorful flowers under cover of a lonely, so naked suddenly appeared in front of me, but I was shocked to hear ...

Now it is 5: 10, maybe it is time for the evening in full bloom.

Quiet alley, the walk from time to time a few tourists who are not afraid of the rain. Perhaps, like us, shocked at the real Venice, exciting look at the bare out of loneliness. This is such a unique perspective! like great find sex scandal of the tabloid reporters paparazzi! cannot disguise the fact that the flushed face exciting ...

In addition to the steps you can even hear the rain falls in the days of the voice of the stone ...

Hear the eerie rain Lane, plus the empty footsteps, you even suspect that the distance to a clove-like girl ...

Alley was sold in Venice special glass, gold and silver articles and masks, shops.

Bright lights, or luxury, or elegant, or weird, or exaggerated mask, with shops in every corner, as are held in a crazy costumes masquerade. From huge shop pour out lights, more reflected alley of secluded and spacious ...

People also have meaning, more or less wearing several format, why create more masks to promote inner secret? or maybe many people say their own heart, so as to lend these masks to express their own it sometime! because no one has only one mask, just as no one has only an emotion ...

San Marco square without the noise of the crowd, not the sky, white is not a circle, even without a thread of the music ...

This perhaps is the heart of the Buddha said that one man's lonely: lonely is the one thing that people in love is not lonely; think marriage is not lonely; think walking in the mountains are not lonely; thought around the circle of friends who are not lonely, when one day suddenly discovered that even so, you're lonely, lonely is one thing ...

Lonely and tall Bell Tower, and beautiful church, and so dependent on, looking at the ...

Like two awareness, like some strange. Is a song: the most familiar strangers. How could two architectural blend together ... This may be true of St. Mark's square! in the station for a while and really do not see a reason why, just across the square to pursue the following objectives: sigh bridge! but I prefer it's also a name: sunset bridge. It is said: this bridge is the ancient prisoner can see blue sky's last place, thus making the last sigh. Legend: love again also in the bridge next sentiment kisses, can make life! funny! feeling things apart from God, who is so sure? twoWhat to do with this bridge? probably not sure of his own feelings of contrived, so as to be like buying insurance to own a psychological hint! another possibility is that the bad people, want to grab a did ... Hehe ... This kind of thing I'm very good at it!

People may have on the tragedy has a natural affection, you see from the Shakespeare tragedy, he was four, four comedies, but most of the world famous remains the revenge of the Prince, sad, sad tragedy.

From Leon lovers, to Romeo and Juliet, from the Angel with the Notre Dame that is not a horrendous, Lake ...

It is the metamorphosis of the world ...

I love comedy, like happy endings, like the happy ending. A century of life, and so you have a good, long thrived. I pipe others who rules I pipe he social rules, love me and I love people can be happy, be happy! another hundred years, and who would like to remember who is the respect of the society, who is the youth of? so master now, is the key to happiness. So, I think the name of the bridge sunset should make people more famous, just white cheap those evil intentions of the people ... Hehe

But when the Sun bridge appears in front of us, very dull! may be on account of rain is too large, it may also be without those evil intentions to Ying King, on the contrary more prosaic! or maybe even this is not the mood!

With frustration, and hurry to the next target, the Buddha Lorient Cafe! a is said to be founded in 1702, the world's oldest Cafe.

Cafe hidden in the many shops, more like a Chinese saying: big shot in the city. When I stand in front of it, complete it by the grace and shake ... Antique doors and Windows, exquisite brass door handles, the light blue walls, hung with paintings depicting how ... A tie of the waiter, grizzled gentleman look graceful Lady ... Air floating hint of coffee's flavor and feel of the music, as you can see Hugo, Goethe's standing on the second floor of small room discussion and argument ... It would be interesting to push the door and share it in old European civilization, let me pose this pseudo literature youth to honour the memory of what these guys name. The massive cultural precipitation, thick historical traces of the upheavals that time I was not able to breathe, not words. It still stands, so still stands, just like it so quiet stood, looking at this bustling crowd, like looking at those great men of history, and I used to have to go to the same, time is flowing, leaving behind?

Coffee is not drunk, because body draped wet raincoat with pathetic look ...

But the spirit is met, only understand what is a spiritual pilgrimage.

Thus, meet, headed home! back to the bus station, we chose to go by sea.

Leave is already over at seven in the evening, many of the houses have lit a lamp.

Rain of Venice how a little lonely, all colors are bright, through the streets, in addition to history, it is immersed in the old days of flow marks ...

Suddenly discovered that these lanes at night light is so beautiful that came their way, smacked a destination after another destination, but suddenly about the immediate landscape. Man, perhaps in this way, all the stages in a hurry and wait until the destination, but missed the life the most beautiful scenery ...

Under the boat, and turned his farewell to the man of Venice, just understand that loneliness is so true.

Some people say: the lonely may have been born, whether or not we are in a corner of the world, what's around downtown and noise, we are lonely ...