I put you on the rose bed

Author: Zhu Zi
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Publish Date: 2003-04-01
Features: The English title of this book is: "V—I Want to Lay You on a Bed of Roses." This is a story from V (Sex) to V (Victory). In traditional concepts, sex is considered (degradation) and hell, but this story is the opposite—sex is heaven. Tell me another word, and you might not believe it—Venus, the goddess of love, is the phonetic combination of the letters for the female reproductive organ and the male reproductive organ. It shows the meticulous thought of ancient Romans when naming things. V is the ultimate convergence of women and men. It is both the legs women want to spread and the tunnel men want to enter. V is the symbol of sex, as well as the secret code for success. V is the symbol of sex in Athens and ancient Rome. Only after World War II did V represent success. On the Arno River in Florence, between the long alleys of the Uffizi Palace and the beautiful Piazza Signoria in the old city, the Uffizi Palace, built in 1560, stands on both sides of the river. While queuing to visit the Uffizi Museum, I saw the old bridge over the Arno River where Dante met and fell in love with Beatrice. It was a sunny noon. This autumn, Berlin is rainy every day, St. Petersburg has already snowed, while Italy is still sunny, just like the spring when I first visited Italy. I saw many tourists wandering near the old bridge. I thought of myself walking slowly by the bridge, hoping to meet someone like Dante with a hooked nose, imagining myself as a goddess from "The Divine Comedy" in my heart. These are the secret thoughts that only solo travelers have, bewildered by the realization that they have actually arrived in a place from a book. I watched them from a distance, following the crowd toward the main hall of the Uffizi Museum. Then I saw an open-air café next to the statue of Neptune. Just like the last time I came, the brown wooden tables and chairs were still full of people resting. Some were writing postcards to friends, just like me. Italian postal service is the slowest in Europe, so the postcards written there are full of timeless emotions. I remember that time, I walked out of the Uffizi Museum, exhausted and dizzy, and entered that café. Whenever I visit an important museum and see something I love that matches the prints I’ve seen in books before, I start to feel tired, unable to eat or drink, as if in a trance. Before even stepping out of the museum gate, I’ve already mixed up everything I’ve seen. Once I leave the museum, I always find a place to sit and calm down properly. I remember that time, I sat quietly in the café for a while, then wrote a postcard. I remember writing a sentence: "I have seen the most beautiful face in the world." But who was that face? Who painted that face? I’ve already mixed them all up.