The name "Fog City" sounds cold and melancholy. At five o'clock in the evening, the sky is overcast and the streets are covered with cold fog. Lead-gray river of the times, Big Ben numbly and mercilessly reports the sound of time passing?
They should not only remind people of Henry VIII or Queen Victoria, or other names left on the yellow pages of history. They make the city immortal, and their short time as human beings will be passed down forever because of this immortality. London is such a city, which combines countless legends in the world. It exudes cold and humid air on its streets, but at the same time it remains indifferent.
Old England was described by countless scholars as a country of ice and snow, especially a foggy city full of depression. To some extent, London is really a place full of perfect tragic atmosphere. Maybe those people also took this factor into account when they gave it another name, but no one found the most accurate answer for it. Dickens seems a little too emotional, and London is not that pure.
Charlotte is so American. It doesn't conform to the impression given by Britain: only in the manor built by Emily for the wandering ghosts in her works, on a cloudy day, the highland covered with heather, the houses standing in the gray air, and the vague figure in the distance seem to be in a dark yellow net, and even the air she breathes is full of indifference and arrogance. London seems to show its true colors a little and suppress its enthusiasm just right. However, this may still be the case.
Perhaps it is this inexplicable uncertainty that inspired countless British people to collect the romance of the world on the island of Great Britain, and then spread it in all directions from here. Here, in the ideal era in the eyes of modern people, a large number of handsome and energetic poets get together and write their voices and feelings with poetry.
Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Keats, they never forget to take the world back to the romance at the end of 18 and re-experience the foggy capital of London at the beginning of 19. Born in Paris, Monet found inspiration in London. It is said that before Monet, no one found that the fog around London Bridge was a rainbow. But after Monet, in Hong Na's impression, no one saw the fog in London without thinking of sunrise.
In people's feelings, the time in London is always winter dusk. Even if the British who have lived there for many years definitely prefer summer, even if they can let the sun shine on the ancient streets for a whole week, they can smell the sweet fragrance of roses in the warm air at any time, and they can wave a rainbow with real color and breath in their hands. Stubborn London will never, or will not, decorate itself with warm colors.
However, because this city has stubbornly preserved this gray silence, it has become the most perfect image in the eyes of those who are willing to describe it. Whether it's heaven, hell, wisdom, ignorance, best or worst, only the most extreme words can express it, just like Londoners who have been walking in the dark streets of cities for generations. They are proud, but they are the most polite people in the world. Mainly because they really believe in themselves.
This specious contradiction exists all over the world, but only the arrogant and stubborn British and only the arrogant and stubborn London are the most thorough. Some people say that modern London is no longer London, and people who come out of the name of the city of smog may be disappointed, because the brown London fog of the industrial age has become a thing of the past. In the silent morning of winter or early spring, only a thin layer of white fog can be seen occasionally. After the sunshine dispelled the fog, it is hard to imagine the blurred and dark scene of that year.
However, London has not changed. It is that arrogance and stubbornness that gives it an unyielding beating heart. In the turbulent waves of the new century, the cities along the Thames are also seeking to liberate themselves from the ancient depression with their inherent spirit, trying to break it, but resolutely unwilling to change it. This kind of struggle has achieved another kind of spiritual perfection, which itself is the embodiment of London's eternal soul. London has changed because it hasn't.
Gray fog is always like this. The sky, fog, rivers and pedestrians make London more than just a city. The name itself has become a symbol. This symbol makes the lifeless land no longer a simple existence, but a soul and a spirit. This is London. It has existed since the beginning of the city, until today and forever.