Red and Black
The flourishing commercial street, decorated by twinkling neon light, conspicuous advertisements, popular songs and fashionable teenagers, makes people almost forget that night is black.Rambling around the multi-colored street, my friends and I enjoy the beautiful night scene proudly as a native of this city. Behind us, there is a group of foreign travelers who are obviously astonished by the new look of the ancient city. One minute later, such placid harmony is completely destroyed by several five or six-year-old grimy kids.
A loud noise captures our ears. When we turn round, we blush for what is happening before our eyes. Four or five little kids, some boys and some girls, hold foreign travelers’ legs in their arms. They are in same dirty clothes, a bunch of roses in hands. The travelers are frightened at first. Then, when they are aware that what the kids want to do is to force them to buy roses, and the worse is that they cannot move if they refuse to do so, disdainful countenance appears. Among these travelers, a mother and a little daughter, maybe has the same age with the Chinese boy who are pestering the mother are in troubles. Obviously, it is beyond the mother’s ability to shake off the boy, and at the same time, to protect her daughter. The clear eyes of the little girl, besides fear and puzzle, also reflect something that cannot be totally understood. Roses, swinging in wind, have lost its romantic meaning earlier and little by little red is licked up by the black night.
All the things that are happening behind us are not a surprise. We keep on walking forward. The usual way is to pass them hurriedly otherwise people have to be subdued to the kids’ tangle. This moment, nothing is remained in our minds but the clear eyes of the little girl.
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