800-word composition praising the beauty of the city

I have always liked the word "city", which always reminds me of those buildings that are simple, gorgeous or magnificent, quiet, amazing or stirring. There are also those unique humanistic customs that are everywhere, dancing their own smart colors in history.

So I like Paris very much and think there are many famous buildings there. In fact, I never care that they are seen by millions of people, even for the sake of economy. This did not insult them. Because the good is still good.

Some people say Paris is luxurious. I don't deny it, but luxury has its own luxury romance. The luxury of Paris is not a pure waste of money, but a generosity to artistic life. I used to read fashion magazines about American women's wear and French women's wear. Needless to say, you can guess that the former is much more than the latter, but the price of the latter makes almost every American woman stunned. Of course, what I am talking about here is not the price, but the concept of "quality rather than quantity" in Paris fashion, so everything will become a necessary high-quality product. Just like the buildings there-Notre Dame de Paris, Eiffel Tower and even the inverted pyramid-this kind of controversial thing in the local area.

Paris is intoxicating, confusing and shocking. I think the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco is the most worth mentioning. Just a glimpse of a photo, so golden and beautiful, just like being built in the clouds, heaven and earth have become her foil, shining in the golden sun, making people unforgettable. It's magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers. I didn't even dare to go to that place, for fear that the photographer who took this photo at that time would create beauty with superb memory, or that his own figure would pollute the scenery.

If the first two are allusions to gorgeous scenes in life, what is the interpretation of writing quiet scenes and silent bridges? I don't want those so-called ancient cities, so it's Lhasa in Tibet.

Tibetan silver is shining in the sun, but it is not dazzling, because time has carved the vicissitudes of history on those small and heavy ornaments, which are exquisite but simple.

The orchestral strings that once flourished, the ears full of silk and bamboo, and the complexity of singing and dancing in Potala Palace have all disappeared, leaving only the figure that stood for thousands of years, proudly and peacefully. So the prayer flags fluttering in the wind turned the Millennium story into a dance in the wind, sighing gently. This is the so-called simplicity, which is the true purity and calmness after the vicissitudes of life, without affectation, placed in the sun, harmonious and warm.

The cities and scenery in those dreams, may your beauty be beautiful forever.