Beautiful prose about the scenery in Paris
I have something to do with Paris Although I am in a hurry every time I go to Paris, I hardly have time to see her beauty, but her charming smile has left an indelible mark on my mind. What's more, my footprints and tears still exist in that beautiful city. Paris is a sacred place, and there is a major turning point in my life. She is the starting point of my yearning for heaven and the end point of my dream of returning to earth. I may not go to this beautiful city again, but her beautiful image will always accompany me until I am old. I have a spiritual connection with Paris. Every time I come here, it's like dating a couple with similar interests. Whether it is the first time we meet, or many years later, my passion is always burning, and there is always an invisible red rope tied silently. I have been to Paris four times, and I feel different every time, and I feel different about her. More than ten years ago in the summer, I flew from Shanghai to Bangui, the capital of Central Africa, with the foreign aid medical team. During our half-day trip to Paris, we visited several places of interest. Paris is like a noble beauty. Going abroad for the first time, I was shocked. Like a countryman, I carefully looked at her aggressive beauty and looked at her amazing beauty from a distance. When I came back from my mission, I passed by Paris again, but I was shocked to learn of my mother's death. The grief of her death made me delirious, and beautiful Paris became a sad city in my eyes. One late summer after I settled in Spain, I went to Paris to attend a seminar on overseas Chinese and China culture. At that time, my clinic business in Spain was unstable, and my worries about life made it difficult for me to fully integrate into the beautiful scenery of Paris. Last spring, when my friends in Paris were free, I took advantage of the weekend to visit again, which was a fulfillment of my long-cherished wish. Paris, known as the capital of art, is a shady flower city in late spring. In fact, you don't need to visit the magnificent Louvre and Notre Dame, and neither do you. I didn't climb the magnificent Eiffel Tower. As long as you are somewhat relaxed and nostalgic, you will truly feel the humanistic atmosphere and romantic artistic conception of Paris, whether walking in the streets of Paris or the tree-lined flower path along the Seine. My friends and I strolled along the Champs Elysé es, where classical elegance and modern atmosphere were ingeniously integrated. In late spring, there is a touch of sadness and melancholy in the dusk. The afterglow of the sunset falls gently on the ancient brick road, on the dining table and smiling face of the open-air bar in the shopping mall, and there is a peaceful atmosphere here. The open-air bars in Paris are different from those in Madrid. As a guest in Spain for many years, I can feel the subtle difference between the two. In my eyes, the open-air bar in Paris is like a classical aristocratic lady, reserved and aloof, while the open-air bar in Madrid is like a country woman dressed simply, emitting a warm and vulgar feeling. Maybe it's just my own prejudice. Who knew that Paris was filled with such a rich artistic atmosphere, as mysterious and imaginative as the Mona Lisa oil painting in the Louvre? Walking on the tree-lined ancient road, it seems that the rolling echo of high-powered war horses and the rustling of beautiful women, as well as the charming laughter like a silver bell, rang out in my ear. Before my eyes, I saw the Count of Quito, the gorgeous and luxurious La Traviata, the brave and skillful Three Musketeers, the cynical Julian, the beautiful and lively gypsy woman Esmeralda and the ugly and kind bell ringer quasimodo. Rivers are the cradle of cities, and most cities in the world are built by rivers. It is not uncommon for a city to have a river winding through it, but it is very rare for an urban river with such a profound cultural heritage as the Seine. If Paris is a famous cultural city, then the Seine River running through the city is her soul.
Rowing on the Seine, you can see Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, Place de la Concorde, Champs Elysé es, Napoleon's Tomb in Dululi Garden, Pantheon, Mont panas Building, Elysee Palace, Pompidou Cultural Center and so on. From different angles, you can also visit Balzac, Moliere, Dumas, Hugo, Flaubert and George. Almost all the cultural landscapes in Paris are closely related to this river. No wonder some people say that the Seine River is a huge historical and cultural exhibition hall and architectural art exhibition hall. In the morning, we took a yacht and sailed slowly to Dai Island near the Eiffel Tower. It's sunny in Paris, and the blue sky in Wan Li and Wan Li is cloudless in Wan Li, which makes people open-minded and refreshed. The color of the Seine is a shallow dark green, not clear and transparent, but charming. I don't know if this is the breeze or the fish in the river. On the river, there are small waves from time to time. The air is filled with flowers, and the sunshine in late spring makes it very warm here. The yacht crosses the magnificent and exquisite bridge, and the buildings on both sides accommodate various architectural styles since ancient Greece. Probably because of the weekend holiday, there are groups of trees, some basking in the sun, some playing the accordion, some singing and dancing. Enthusiastic tourists on the yacht kept waving their arms to greet people on both sides of the strait. The people on the shore also cheered and greeted the tourists on the passing cruise ship with great interest. Laughter echoed over the Seine River, which made ducks flying from nowhere flutter from the shore to the water and from the water to the shore, adding a lot of natural fun. I was fascinated by the night view of the Seine, so I boarded the yacht again at dusk. To the west of the sky, it is a rosy sunset, and yachts are sailing slowly along the river in the sunset. I don't know when, there was a deep baritone on the boat. Dusk, this is the most fragile moment. Suddenly, I heard a slightly sad French lyric song on this poetic Seine, and my heart was shocked. In the face of the murmuring river and the low singing in the twilight, a kind of touch came quietly, although it was extremely subtle, but it shocked my soul. This is a feeling from the depths of life. I think of Balzac, who lives in a house on the bank of the Seine. I can still see him walking in the shade of the river. I also look back on my life experience driven by emotion, and suddenly feel like yesterday, which makes people feel that everything in the world is like a spring dream. The euphemistic melody of music lingers in the twilight, touching a fragile and sensitive string. I remembered the famous sentence of French surrealist poet Apollinaire: The Seine River flows under the Mirabaud Bridge, and our love. Why do you always have to relive the pain? I am always glad that the night is coming, the bell is long, the day is gone, and I stay. When I came back, the night had completely fallen. In the moonlight, the Seine River shines with bright neon lights on both sides of the building, and the winding river is more charming and romantic. Gradually, the Eiffel Tower came into view, shining in the heavy night! In this way, Sayi River flows quietly, silently watching the vicissitudes of the world, bearing the lifeblood of ancient culture. How many masters of art it has trained! How many bloody lives have been touched! Paris style comes from its unique cultural heritage, which is irreplaceable by any foreign scenery. It has not only the impressive Eiffel Tower and the Louvre Museum, which is a collection of classic body art, but also the famous Moulin Rouge and Lido nightclub, as well as the world-famous christian dior fashion, louis vuitton handbags and Chanel perfume. As for the art galleries in the literary world, there are many talented masters. In Paris, the original works of ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and Rome can be seen everywhere, and you can feel various artistic atmospheres such as classicism, romanticism, cubism, fauvism, impressionism, expressionism, Dadaism and surrealism at any time.
Paris is such a treasure house of art, which exudes a romantic atmosphere formed by cultural accumulation. This kind of romance is different from American romance. American romance is mostly the bedding of sex, while French romance focuses on spiritual charm. The two are essentially different. As described in Hollywood, the highest state of love is the peak of sex, while French love, as romain rolland said, is not selfish lust, and the body should also participate in noble friendship. True romance is spiritual, that kind of romance in the bones. Paris represents the most romantic style in Europe and even the world. Whether it's cultural connotation or urban architecture, or even manicured lawns and shrubs, people feel her elegant charm. If you just walk into a coffee shop, you may meet the chair where Sartre once sat, the desk lamp where Camus wrote, and Picasso's staring window. Paris has such a profound cultural heritage, so people who view amorous feelings must have corresponding artistic accomplishment and quiet mind, otherwise they can only be arty. The soul whose scenery is beautiful because of people. Without an elegant state of mind, even if you get along with the Seine, you can't really appreciate the charm of the Seine. Only a poetic mind can truly appreciate the spirituality of the river. The food and beauty of Paris are also topics that people talk about. Some people say that Paris in winter is gray and Paris in spring is colorful. I have never seen Paris in winter, but Paris in spring is really colorful. In addition to the red flowers and green trees on both sides of the Seine, there are also those young beauties in the street, who are brightly dressed and graceful. Under the influence of literature, movies and works of art, French girls have almost become synonymous with beauty. All the women in Paris are beautiful, but not all of them are as amazing as the famous French movie star catherine deneuve. In fact, the probability of seeing beautiful women on the streets of Paris is not as good as that of Madrid, but the really beautiful and textured beauty is still in Paris. As for whether we can meet, it depends on fate. I remember that at Charles de Gaulle airport, two girls in air France uniforms walked five or six steps away from me. These are two pure and beautiful blondes, about 1.7 meters tall, graceful and plump, especially the gentle and elegant temperament, which is more like a dreamy brilliance. This is the real Paris beauty I saw and recognized! French writer Mo Bosang said in his masterpiece The Necklace: Women have no social class and no racial differences; Their beauty, elegance and charm are the symbols of their life experience and family. Beauty is unfair. I don't need to compliment the three classic cuisines in Paris: seafood, snail and foie gras. I think it's famous after tasting it, but it's hard to do. It is doubtful whether the famous French cuisine is contaminated with its cultural and artistic brilliance. In my opinion, no matter the delicacy of the dishes or the variety changes, Spanish big meals are even worse. Take the local dishes with unique flavors in Spanish provinces as an example. French cuisine is not only unparalleled, but also unique in Europe. Romantic Paris is a beautiful note in my life; The elegant Seine River is the cradle of my wandering feelings. I know that language is always powerless in the face of beauty, but I can't restrain my passion. Hemingway put it well: If you are lucky enough to stay in Paris when you are young, then Paris will always follow you, because Paris is a flowing banquet. Time and space crisscross, time flies, we are crying, laughing and silent, we are too young and mature, and finally we are old. Life is running for destiny. I don't want to regret choosing a wandering life, because there is no material substitute for the pursuit of ideals. A man needs to go through vicissitudes as well as precipitation and sublimation. In the lonely noise, I vaguely heard the bells of Notre Dame de Paris on the Seine. I quietly opened Xu Zhimo's poems in my mind and bid farewell to Paris with all kinds of customs in a harmonious feeling. Gently, I left, just as I gently came and waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. Your support is my greatest motivation. Happy cooperation after reading and adopting! ~
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