-Herbig's "History of Weathering in Ancient Greece"
Bright and spacious In the white stone house, the slender girl only wore a petticoat, with clogs tens of centimeters high under her feet, and a fragile pottery bowl on her head. I still carry such a large amount of labor, but I can comfortably take a walk in the yard while eating an apple. He lifted the soft curtains of the soft veil, but was shocked by the warm and firm skin under his palm, lit by candlelight, and a naked man sat on the side of the girl’s bed without squinting. The middle-aged woman was majestic. Her voice sounded out of thin air, holding her trembling hands close to the naked man's flesh, leading her to explore the mysterious realm step by step; in the next scene, she walked out from the palace of the French emperor with a wink, with her lips on her lips. With a moist luster, a strand of uncurled long curly hair was languidly scattered around the neck, provoking the men who stood respectfully to have a heartbeat. They were not moving, but their eyes couldn't hide their fierce desire.
Once upon a time, when she was just a shy girl who knew nothing about the world, she often couldn't resist the temptation to escape from the dim living room and endless needlework to peek at the most famous bridge of sighs in Shuicheng to see those who are called "bad guys". Venetian prostitutes cruise, their clothes half faded, their eyebrows are picturesque, women curse them, but the man throws roses at them one by one, the gondola opens the water, leaving behind a pool of spring flowers and a few fragments of flowers, her heart, It seems to be stung by something. At that age, she, like countless innocent and innocent girls in the world, thought that love was the strongest and most powerful weapon, wherever she went, she was invincible, but her mother who had experienced the world told her, if you really want to surpass the vastness of the family There is only one way to be honest with your sweetheart, and that is to be a prostitute-to be a peerless prostitute, use your looks, your wisdom and your body to conquer the strongest fighters, the most savvy politicians, and the noble kings. , So naturally, he will always bow down under your skirt, follow you, and adore you.
This is really an irresistible temptation. Of course, the original intention was to be able to love unscrupulously, but slowly, she discovered the many benefits of this status. She didn't need to hide at home like most women of the same age and couldn't step forward. She can go to the public library to read and study with men, she can go in and out of high-class occasions, read the wonderful poems, and make the jester around the Duke very angry. In the morning, she has a warm body. Standing aside, she didn't have a trace of true love. She found that many men had no lack of noble character. They often pity her more than contemptuously. She shuttled through completely different life tracks, using the most primitive sprouting to throw away the worldly layers of clothing, she was able to discover the darkest evil and the first good underneath, and finally she could understand why there is loyalty and betrayal. , There is integrity and evil. Her body, placed in the overlapping palms, was dazzlingly pure.
She is the eternal legend of Shuicheng. She was their hero and their demon. In the peaceful and prosperous age, everyone was proud of her favor; when the nation’s fortunes were faltering, people offered her as the most rare treasure in exchange for the stability of the city; after the plague raged, everyone said that she was the messenger of the devil. Spread the licentious toadstool. When the tide ebbs and ebbs, she is always on the cusp of wind and waves. When she is lonely, she can't help but look back frequently. She can never forget who made her fall from heaven. Even if everything has become beyond memory and nowhere to search, he is still the most in her heart. A peaceful harbor, the last habitat.
"The Peerless Prostitute" is a movie I watched many years ago. It was the first time I saw the scenery of Venice, and the sparkling waves were like a moss planted in my heart. Curved bridges, gondolas, glamorous prostitutes painted with powder, handsome aristocratic teenagers, palaces, the early morning twilight with fluttering skirts, and the love flowing in time and space as long as a long song, bit by bit seeps into my dreams. Putting on reason, the so-called happy ending is just an ideal, but I still want to applaud her wisdom and courage, and sometimes even hope that she can be understood and respected like a woman of the same kind in ancient Greece. There is no need to place her sculptures in the temple, nor to name any buildings after her, just gently lift her arms and take her away from the crowd.
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