Reflections on Masterpieces of Classical Prose: Xu Zhimo—What I Know of Cambridge

Author: Xu Zhimo
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Publish Date: 2005-07-01
Features: What I Know of Cambridge: More than two years have passed since I left, Cambridge, who knows my homesickness and hidden worries? I don’t want anything else, just that evening when the clock’s chime shook the dusk, the boundless fields, sitting alone on the soft grass, watching a big star appear on the horizon! Leisurely Talks at a Villa in Fiesole: Here, to go for a walk, up the mountain or down, on a fine evening in May, is like attending a beautiful banquet. The Glimmer of Paris: But Paris is not a monotonous comedy. The gentle waves of the Seine River hide the charming shadow of the Louvre, and they also store the breaths of many disappointed souls. Flowing, gentle waves, flowing, lingering grievances. I Want to Fly: Really, once we grow up and leave our childhood behind, we lose the ability to fly. But losing wings or having broken wings that can’t be used is a terrible thing. Because you can never fly back again. You crouch on the ground, staring blankly at the sky you can’t reach, watching others with blessings travel freely from one cloud to another—how pitiful that is.