Fangfang's Paris Diary

Author: Fangfang
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: In a crowded city, everyone carries dreams and expectations. In the subway, there are different musicians—some focused and immersed, others indifferent; for livelihood or simply for someone to listen. In every carriage, there are strangers of different skin colors, languages, and expressions. A city can be so inclusive—that’s why Paris attracts me. I love books, daydreaming, coffee, and sunshine; this is the life I enjoy in Paris. Jay once mentioned his dream: at the age of thirty, in a small town in the south, amidst mountains and waters, to buy a wooden house, raise a big dog, and plant sunflowers in his own garden. Not everyone has such a beautiful dream, but mine has always been in China, though it feels like miles away from him. My friends often joke about marrying a Chinese husband and finding a French lover. I laugh at her greed. Love, wherever it is and with whom you are with, should be loyal, pure, free, and absolute. In fact, all we need is to Ecouterton Coeur (listen to your heart). The towns we pass through, the people we meet, and the moments that move us may not be seen again, leaving only memories. When we grow old, even if we are aging, poor, and lonely, at least we will remember having shared so much brilliance.
In a crowded city, everyone carries dreams and expectations. In the subway, there are different musicians—some focused and immersed, others indifferent; for livelihood or simply for someone to listen. In every carriage, there are strangers of different skin colors, languages, and expressions. A city can be so inclusive—that’s why Paris attracts me. I love books, daydreaming, coffee, and sunshine; this is the life I enjoy in Paris. Jay once mentioned his dream: at the age of thirty, in a small town in the south, amidst mountains and waters, to buy a wooden house, raise a big dog, and plant sunflowers in his own garden. Not everyone has such a beautiful dream, but mine has always been in China, though it feels like miles away from him. My friends often joke about marrying a Chinese husband and finding a French lover. I laugh at her greed. Love, wherever it is and with whom you are with, should be loyal, pure, free, and absolute. In fact, all we need is to Ecouterton Coeur (listen to your heart). The towns we pass through, the people we meet, and the moments that move us may not be seen again, leaving only memories. When we grow old, even if we are aging, poor, and lonely, at least we will remember having shared so much brilliance.