企鹅进行曲

Writing my travelling records in English will be a great lost in the history of Chinese literature. I know I am so stupid in English writing. However, I can’t help doing this. I forgive the hurt that I bring to English. And I hope so do you and expect your suggestion on my English writing.

This Friday, I made a plan to Lausanne in 1 hour on the next day, Saturday. And I did it.  Lausanne is a city half an hour away from Geneva by train. Before I went there, I didn’t expect too much. But when I got there, Lausanne really surprised me. It is an amazing city. The wonderful location of Lausanne is almost the same as Geneva. It is situated on the shore of Lac Leman with Mont Jura to its north-west.

However, Lausanne looks totally different from Geneva. It is much cleaner and more peaceful. With the architectures, it is like a city much more Geneva. There are more high buildings, wider roads and even a subway line. I have to mention that Lausanne is constructed on the hill. So the city is not flat. I don’t think constructing a subway in such a city is an easy work.

I didn’t make a specified plan of the Lausanne trip. I just wanted to walk around and to ease up. When I arrived in Lausanne, I got on the subway towards to the Cathedral. The view from the flat in front of the Cathedral is vast enough to ease my emotion. And the breeze from Lac Leman is cool enough to blow away all my depression. At the moment I was walking into the Cathedral, I know what so-called “Shanzhai” is. Lausanne is not a famous international city in Europe. The Cathedral Notre-Dame of Lausanne is never well-known at all. However, if the Cathedral of Lausanne is authorized, almost all the famous cathedrals in US are shoddy fake copies. The details of the arch are so perfect, the color glass on the windows is so exquisite and the tone of the environment is so compatible. Everything made me believe that I am in a beautiful European city as I thought before.

Behind of the Cathedral is La Palais de Rumine. I didn’t walk in it. However, in the sunny Saturday morning, walking around a European open market was not bad thing. As the open market in Geneva, cheese, bread and sausage were necessary. Second-hand books and cloths were also everywhere. The most delight thing was that there were a couple of young folks performing in a space. The guy was playing accordion, which the young lady was dancing in a hot Spanish way. The most interesting thing was when I was taking pictures of the beautiful young lady straight ahead, I saw a bold middle-aged man was thievishly-looking taking pictures of the beautiful lady in the back. This act reminded me The Hunchback of Notre-Dame at once. Esméraldas can always inspire people’s desires.

Stepping up along the stone-bricked road, heavily European-styled houses were on both sides. All kinds of beautiful followers were decorated on windowsills, which built such a romantic taste in the warm beginning of a summer. The Chateau St-Maire showed up at the end of the road, which is a castle built in the 15^th century. Although it was not opened to public, I also enjoyed the feeling of standing in front of a CASTLE.

In fact, the most attractive thing for me was a chocolate manufactory in Lausanne. Unfortunately, I never found it. And when I realized that I could not find it at all, I was almost at the Olympic Museum. In the whole 2008, so many Olympic stuffs were in my life. I am not tired of the Olympic. I just try to take a break at the quadrennial game. Anyhow, the museum is the most highlight of Lausanne. And it was good. Especially, the view was so great.

When X recommended me the painting of Kaii Higashiyama, I felt so touching by one of the white horses. The beautiful white fairy is running on the shore of a lake, and behind him are quiet white woods, which made me believe the colors were from the heaven. The white figures and the blue backgrounds match so well, no matter as white as the white horse, the highlight of the woods or the reflection in the water, or n matter as blue as the lake, the woods or the shadow. This picture gives me a lot of peace, makes me feel so relaxed every time I am looking at it. And I always imagine how the colors of the picture came out, whether the colors were just made up by Higashiyama or they were representative some special sense in Higashiyama’s life. It really took me a lot of time thinking about the colors in the White Horse.

However, in Lausanne, I saw the true colors of that picture in the nature. I was shocked totally on my every cell. It was not a clear day. There are many clouds in the sky and some fog around the mountains. However, the lake was reflecting the weather so clearly. Spring trees were elegantly standing on the piedmont. Gray blue stones were calmly sitting on the mountainside. And I was peacefully watching them on the other side of the lake, thinking about whether I was still alive in the world. How could such amazing fantastic view exist in this world? Then, I began to believe I was in the other side of the world, from my home town. The moment I was standing on the shore of the lake, facing up to the cold breeze, I found that I was really enjoying my life.

I was just roaming along the lake by myself, carrying my purse on my shoulder, listening to the wind flying over the water and looking at the people walking in the rain. And to my surprise, I found an amusement since I saw a Ferris wheel. I went ahead towards there, got on the Ferris wheel, made a whole draft of Lausanne in my mind, and summed up that I like Lausanne.

I know Lausanne is the first stop of my lonely wrangling in Europe. I prefer travelling with friends to with myself. But I bet I can enjoy the trip with thinking the whole way. So, just let me smile and greet,” How are you, Europe?”

I don't want to make this blog like the prologue to Beijingers in NYC, which compares a city with the heaven and the hell, which is full of the adoration and abomination to a city, and which touched millions of people's hearts who were living or not living in the city.

My story is dull, boring and even not about the City Geneva. I just steal a name to make a title of this blog.To avoid you suffering my terrible English, I persuade you to stop reading these words now, since I just try to write something down in case of forgetting.With the fear towards French, I can't help myself thinking or speaking in English. I can't face up to my fear and need a veil, which is English.

My mood towards this city is changing every day. It is very hard for me to say whether I like Geneva or not. To be honest, it is a beautiful city surrounded by mountains and water. However, it is also a most stranger for me because of the language.

Every night, I am all the time thinking about whether this is the worst situation I have been facing in my life till now. This is no business of anything expect my accommodation. I like my work here. I appreciate the people here. I only hate the place I stay here. However, it is the cheapest place I can find. The rent is pretty high in Geneva. And sometimes, I think I should sleep in a park because it is almost in summer now, won't be cold enough to kill a human being.

Don't worry. I will never do this since I won't have a show on a water fountain. As the cost of the low rent, I have to share a room with another two girls. I can't say I like them or dislike them. I just know I can't be used to living with them. It is true that I can live with another five girls as in collage. But the five girls should just be the same kind of people as me. They were my classmates and my fiends.

Nevertheless, one of my two roommates nowadays in Geneva is an illegal immigrant using a stolen QQ ID. These girls are clean, tide, working hard and have a living aim. Anyway, I am still not sure whether it is a terrific or terrible situation. They are nice and give me some favour. I don't know why I can't accept them in my mind. Maybe this is the so-called "prejudice", but I never have the so-called "pride". The only one thing I am sure is that this is truly a very precious experience for being a writer. Thank to these days, I may become a great writer better than Mr. Qian. I will tell a beautiful story on how illegal immigrants and poor students survive aboard, which will touch the softest part deeply in your heart, will shock the coldest sense firmly in your mind and will find the truest mood hidden in your soul.

In addition, I am seeking for another place. I won’t find a cheaper place. I just want to get a single room. Please forgive me on writing so much meaningless as an excuse for a more expensive apartment. Snowp told me once that Virginia Woolf trained herself for a writer. I have been wondering how. Now I know. Put yourself in Geneva. You will become a second Woolf!

On the second day I arrived in Geneva, I found that, if Nashville is a hot, sweet, cute American countryside young girl in a perfect body shape with long legs and old jeans, Geneva is a sexy, elegant, beautiful European upper-class courtesan in an expensive dress with big bottom and heavy making-up. Everybody loves the young girl, while everybody is eagle to have a relationship with the upper-class courtesan. I am not a Saint. After three months, I’d like to tell people that, “Tell you a secret. I have done Geneva. “