乐生活If London is "the most homelike place" in my life, Vienna seems not to have stayed in my life, but occasionally comes out of my memory to surprise me with "I have lived here".
For my trembling M, a place is bound to scold the streets and love deeply, but for the leisurely, calm, friendly Vienna, I can not say a complaint – the only complaint is too leisurely, too calm, too kind, not an ambitious young people should stay.
Today, however, it suddenly occurred to me that in the pub we had a summer day of green Vitt mixed with bubbles. Around the noisy soft Austrian accent German, a thin layer of water outside the wine cup, the blue sky and grey walls in the shade, all melted into a flow, I suddenly stunned, do not know what to say.
