It was still cold in the winter morning, so we drove around Stanley Park. There are three famous restaurants in the park. We went to Prospect Cafe and went down the stairs to the terrace. Although rainy and sunny scenery are different, they are both unforgettable scenery. It is drizzling in the sky, seabirds are strolling leisurely on the clear water, and on the other side is the famous Wen Xi rich area. It is said that Yi Shu lives in seclusion there, and she has been doing herself: "We don't have many wonderful times in our lives, so it is impossible to dedicate them all to our work." Life is not stress-free, but she didn't give in. A Yi Shu Fan wrote in his blog: When your friend came back from Vancouver, I asked him, have you seen Yi Shu in Vancouver?
But what impressed me the most was the red rose in the rain! I don't know who put it on the stone pillar quietly. This is a warm and blooming red rose. Although a little lonely, rainy days still can't hide her fiery enthusiasm. It's really amazing, amazing! The flower language of red roses stands for love and romantic love, meaning "I love you". But that day is still a week away from 2 14. Who is so romantic and emotional?
At first, I just thought that the red rose in front of me was amazing, so I took out the micro-single technology of the three-legged cat and took various macro shots around, but it was not enough!
It was not until later that I saw the words on the bench that I suddenly realized: this is not an ordinary red rose. Someone must have placed endless love and thoughts in this melancholy rainy season ... There are many benches donated by citizens in the park to commemorate the family and lovers who have left this world. I remembered a song: "Too many languages are stranded here/leaving only memories in this evening rain/just watching you disappear in the rain …" Sitting on a bench, facing the drizzle and looking at the beautiful scenery by the river, I just want to linger in this painting.
Two years ago in winter, I saw a long bench on the lawn of Baylor School and put it in the most beautiful place in the school's vision, as if I saw Sun Mo, a student who had left, sitting there quietly, feeling the beautiful air and warm sunshine. ...
On that snowy afternoon, I went to strawberry fields along the map to find an imaginary memorial site carefully built by Yoko Ono Lennon Lennon in memory of Lennon, but I gradually got lost in the depths of the snow-covered Central Park until my face was red and wet and my cell phone was turned off. After I walked exhausted for n hours, I finally saw that beautiful and quiet imagination on 72nd Street in the evening, surrounded by the red roses silently dedicated by fans, because that day happened to be 265438. Fortunately, I asked two female students from Chile to take pictures of me with their cameras and send me emails. At that moment, I was moved by the infatuation of my fans, and even more by my own persistence. ...
I think of the beautiful princess Diana. Her life is like a candle swaying in the wind, but when the storm comes, there is no one to rely on. 1997 is the most unforgettable year for elton john after he turned 50: two close friends, fashion designer Versace and Princess Diana of England, passed away one after another, which brought another unusual sad experience to elton john's life, thus creating the well-known classic Candle in the Wind, singing elegant and noble English roses with drizzle. ...
There is also the lonely Zhang Ailing, who put on her favorite cheongsam at the last moment of her life, calmly walked to the camp bed and left this world peacefully. Her last wish was to scatter the ashes into the Pacific Ocean. She wrote in "Red Rose and White Rose": "Lonely people have their own quagmire ..." I wonder if she ever imagined that her ashes and red rose petals, together with her soul, would gradually drift to the ocean and sky until they reached her hometown of Shanghai?
When Jose died from diving in La Palma, Sanmao stayed at his grave every day until the staff reminded her to leave. She once made a wish: if there is an afterlife, she will be a bird, flying over eternity without getting lost. If there is an afterlife, she must hope that every encounter can become eternal! If I have the chance to go to La Palma, I will definitely send a red rose to Jose instead of Sanmao …
All parting is for the next better reunion. I think this must be the flower language of that red rose in the rain. ...