Chapter 5 ignite the apennines

From Rome to the east, there are many gray-brown high walls along the road, surrounding huge houses.The wooden door by the wall is tightly closed, as if it has not been opened for thousands of years. The high wall has not collapsed, but it has slumped and peeled off badly.The dead vines growing between the bricks and the dry moss plastered on the wooden door made the whole courtyard a huge ancient cultural relic. Will there be people living there? Mr. Shao Wenguang told me that there are so many strange things in Europe. Occasionally, he meets a gentleman who is casually dressed. He has a good conversation and becomes a friend. Looking at him again, it turns out that he owns an entire eighteenth-century classical manor!I have never met such a gentleman, so I observed each courtyard along the way, and when I saw a little neater one, I guessed what kind of gentleman it might be still living there.

But I know that the so-called feeling of a little tidiness is often wrong.In Europe, most of the ancient ruins are not repaired externally, but only secretly strengthened.Therefore, the seemingly dangerous decadence may have been avoided for a long time. Sure enough, among so many doors along the way, the most dilapidated one opened. At first, I thought that the door was too old to be closed, and there was a light leaking out. Later, the light gradually widened, and I realized that I was serious about opening the door. We were just about to take a look at the scene of the abandoned garden inside the gate, and unexpectedly, a most fashionable scorched yellow stretched convertible sports car drove out of it.

We were dumbfounded by such a contrast, not to mention two typical Italian beauties sitting in the car. The sports car turned gently into the street and drove leisurely in front of us, our convoy following behind it.Soon the sports car drove up the mountain road, and the long blond hair of the two beauties fluttered up and down, like two clusters of dancing flames. The burnt-yellow sports car turned into a transparent torch with the flames of the blond hair, as if determined to ignite the Apennines.But all the way to the green hills, rocks, and bushes, the sports car jumped up the winding mountain road angrily.The blond hair has finally floated to the bottom of the cloud, so you might as well try again to ignite the cotton-like white cloud.

It happened that dusk fell at this time, and there was a golden light at the bottom of the white clouds, and it was really lit. As a result, the entire Apennines were brilliant. I think that we should not underestimate the dilapidated courtyards in Europe. They seem to be sick and dead, or they may suddenly open up, and take a glimpse of them, and take charge of the sky full of sunset. Under the rays of the sun, it is no longer clear what is ancient, what is modern, what is dilapidated, what is beautiful, what is human, and what is natural.