“Some mornings Shanghai has a pale bright look of dust and hopes, the sun is never fully crystal clear, many layers hide in between.”
“I can hear voices from the streets below, school kids, workers going to work, students taking a break. they walk fast and slow at a different pace, in the same way, their lives have different pace according to their age. I look from above and see-through their lives.”
This short essay was written by some foreigner who just showed a vivid image of Shanghai morning. It seemed that he has been living here for a while before he got the feeling to write it down. So I translated it to share with you to boost our sympathetic responses who live in the cities as well.
When the daylight fell in, the last pale of the dream found its way to the pillowcase. We woke up as we always did, packed our things and hit the road. Again and again, we walked and walked. The sun moved to noon before we knew it. The road changed its course in the blink of an eye, and that’s the end of the day. As the pile of white smoke reached the sky in the distance while the branches were applied with golden red, the ducks returned home in the dusk. And that moment, we felt like something was gently pressing on our hearts.
The morning dreams always slipped out of my mind. When the sun shone through the morning, at that time, the night was fighting with the day. And the room was still in the darkness, leaving everything in totally blur. I saw nothing, heard nothing. For my mind was clear, I picked up the harmonica and played with all my heart, filling in the silent space. Meanwhile, the corner of the room was dim light so far, only the vague orange slowly reached the windowpane…
All the pics above were shot by me during the holiday trips. The morning always offered us the trail of the light while the camera snapped them pretty well. Hope you like my photos.
Writings/Photography/Translation by BubbleSwan
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