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在爱丁堡，一天可以过四种节日🤲🏻
📅实际今天以及八月中旬可以一天过六种节日：
爱丁堡艺穗节 Fringe 8月7–31日
超过4,000场喜剧、戏剧、魔术、舞蹈和街头表演
爱丁堡国际电影节 EIFF 8月13–19日
独立电影、世界/英国首映、导演交流
爱丁堡国际图书节 8月15–30日
作家访谈、文学与社会议题讨论
爱丁堡国际艺术节 EIF 8月7–30日
官方策展的高规格歌剧、古典音乐、戏剧和舞蹈
爱丁堡艺术节 EAF 8月14–30日
视觉艺术、摄影、装置和画廊展览
皇家爱丁堡军乐节 Tattoo 8月7–29日
📅实际今天以及八月中旬可以一天过六种节日：
爱丁堡艺穗节 Fringe 8月7–31日
超过4,000场喜剧、戏剧、魔术、舞蹈和街头表演
爱丁堡国际电影节 EIFF 8月13–19日
独立电影、世界/英国首映、导演交流
爱丁堡国际图书节 8月15–30日
作家访谈、文学与社会议题讨论
爱丁堡国际艺术节 EIF 8月7–30日
官方策展的高规格歌剧、古典音乐、戏剧和舞蹈
爱丁堡艺术节 EAF 8月14–30日
视觉艺术、摄影、装置和画廊展览
皇家爱丁堡军乐节 Tattoo 8月7–29日
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一年12月欧洲度过大大小小100个节日
给你我的姓名，此刻让我想到的三个词汇是波动着的，我想以这一年的常居地、最常吃的一种水果、最常做的一项运动来完成
Blackberry · Swimming · Scotland · Iris
“It’s so tempting to let the river pull me along,” Iris told the starlings that sat on the branches beneath the magpies.
The birds watched her, a familiar presence there now. Swimming here had become one of her own private joys. Iris also knew that if she let the river pull her downstream just a little then she would find the special place where the bramble bushes grew along the river bank.
The place where she could pluck a blackberry from the branch while swimming. A place where two pleasures and joys could meet in the body of the water.
Scotland had taught her how to enjoy such things. The wild beauty of the land, the freedom that survived here and the life that flourished everywhere.
Each blackberry savoured let a memory of itself impress itself into her thoughts, like the sound of a lullaby for whenever she needed to recall the light of hope and happiness.
Nothing would rival the flavour of these blackberries, but it didn’t have to. She would always have them safe in the flavours her heart would never forget.
Iris began swimming back upstream towards her future, towards whatever came next for her as she stepped out of the river, but for that she was ready, forever with this secret joy of Scotland in her heart.
给你我的姓名，此刻让我想到的三个词汇是波动着的，我想以这一年的常居地、最常吃的一种水果、最常做的一项运动来完成
Blackberry · Swimming · Scotland · Iris
“It’s so tempting to let the river pull me along,” Iris told the starlings that sat on the branches beneath the magpies.
The birds watched her, a familiar presence there now. Swimming here had become one of her own private joys. Iris also knew that if she let the river pull her downstream just a little then she would find the special place where the bramble bushes grew along the river bank.
The place where she could pluck a blackberry from the branch while swimming. A place where two pleasures and joys could meet in the body of the water.
Scotland had taught her how to enjoy such things. The wild beauty of the land, the freedom that survived here and the life that flourished everywhere.
Each blackberry savoured let a memory of itself impress itself into her thoughts, like the sound of a lullaby for whenever she needed to recall the light of hope and happiness.
Nothing would rival the flavour of these blackberries, but it didn’t have to. She would always have them safe in the flavours her heart would never forget.
Iris began swimming back upstream towards her future, towards whatever came next for her as she stepped out of the river, but for that she was ready, forever with this secret joy of Scotland in her heart.
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