Since when do not know, I found that every city has two sides. One side is to give travelers like me look at this side, including a beautiful landscape, style architecture, and a variety of colorful culture of eating habits. This is a city bright side, the city's charm, is this a huge playground in front of the high light signs. Most of the time, we are attracted by signs come far set its sight on one, or lucky, in that it gently rubbing the foot of some, leaving a few pictures, and then met with inexplicable departure. But, gradually, I began to see that every real city, in these Ambilight below, has its little-known the other side, this side by the narrow streets, the crowd, and a variety of rattle noise composition, this side not very pretty, some trivial, but true, it represents a real character and appearance of cities. Is that the two sides, rather than one side, it combined into a concrete and real city. This is like a person, or, more precisely, as a woman. Each woman has two sides (if not more so) - before people's side and a man after the other side. See her before people's side, matter sorted out her friends, and if people know her face after that, then it could be good friends, or lover. City as well. But the other side of understanding, for tourists, it is difficult. At first glance, it seems difficult to overcome the difficulties, because cities are passive, it can not refuse you any kind of glimpse it, it gave us some illusion of easy success. But the fact is, we need to achieve this understanding, it will take more than about a woman more time, energy and awareness, because the city's character is complex, it is by countless people in a long period of time accumulated from generation to generation - which face tremendous character of the walls were painted various times by various actors in saliva and tears, sweat and blood, and the mutual penetration, fermentation, precipitation, the final crystallization into a huge and difficult to understand abstract art - an Travelers stood before it, just like the face of an African indigenous theory of relativity - time and space complexity of the possibility of understanding it is almost zero.
So let one only piecemeal in Chengdu spent a ten-day people to write in this city of three thousand years, just as for a university graduate to manage a company, not only difficult but dangerous. Difficulties are obvious. The face of this monster, time is limited, the lack of experience, cultural barriers, as well as tourists themselves, let me Heart Qieyi. I have sharp pistols, which can pierce thick armor and hit it the most lethal part of the body? Seems to be impossible, because it is an unfair battle, is a man and a city, thirty years and three thousand years of fighting. Ti Qibi, I have foreseen the fate of two dangerous - either superficial, skimming over the surface as a deep undercurrent to either one-sided, see the light on the thought to find gold.
Therefore, I am contradictory. A man can fall in love with a woman, a matter of seconds, it may end their lives can not understand her soul. Recognizing this point let me pause, and even despair. Powerlessness always troubled me, buzzing in my ear a warning, I can not easily be taught to write about, but on the other hand, love made me anxious, as well as anxiety, and even manic - the face of her moving body, intellect told me to Stop, but the desire is surging. I love this city, is not presented poems for her, my heart can not tame the beast, my emotions can not be stability, and my love can not fill their loneliness.
So I finally decided to write down my impressions of the city. As for things to write out how shallow or one-sided, ignorant, or bored, I do not care of.
However, Ti Qibi I found that this noisy, bustling, it seems forever shrouded in the gray city which is difficult to narrate the. Of time, I left Chengdu has been almost six months, the memory of some of the details began to blur, but it's the overall impression they are not be clearer. Looked back, and Chengdu is just dim the lights at night that lights dim, or the next street that dragged on for long, ambiguous figure, everything is familiar, but can not fathom. I kept stirring my thoughts, trying to extract from the memories of what has been found that Vedan medicine simmered in the hardships of time and does not become thick, not to mention I want to crystallization. I picked up, only a lot of trivial memory, and numerous messy clue. These memories and clues, just like a jigsaw puzzle scattered on the ground, each one with the other parts of the debris has a vague but necessary link, but does not know Original looks like, it is necessary to restore such a link is almost impossible. This is the curiosity of the children now face the plight of all the impressions he collected debris, fiddle with for some time, but no longer able to restore them into a complete picture.
So my impression of Chengdu, is ambiguous, is trivial, is a profound not clear, even after many years made it difficult to remember that the impression that this impression, as hinted at dawn fog cast over the jungle, truly impressive, but hard to capture, I call it - ambiguous.
Author: andrewyu
