Romania: return to the twilight with warmth to kill time

Rome"Transylvania, is a geographical environment and human history are very mysterious and complicated mountain area, this isEuropeFinally, a mysterious vampire, werewolf and the corner: the dragon's shelter. The town of Sighisoara vampire, is the earliest place, famous public Dracula's home, right here.

Romania

With the warmth of killing time

Dracula 's Sighisoara

Who is Dracula? He is the first record of the legend of the vampire, he ever-young, pale skin, will become the bat, afraid of the sun, silver bullets, crosses and garlic, a bloodthirsty brutal, human being bitten by him will become a vampire...... Romania people have a grievance, what, in a sense, he is our national hero, didn't he, Romania already was alien occupation! Such a contradiction of the people and life.

Scene it Twilight

Meet that year, they are 17 years old. Just, wheel of time, for he is the coagulation, to her is the rapid rotation. His youth will be here forever, her youth, will eventually be to decay, that moment they two people meet, destined to have a piercing. But they could not escape, since Adam and Eve started, in the face of love and hate vortex desire, mankind is always not know what course to take.

Happy to move forward slowly, waves waiting, love and danger, beautiful and fragile, in the twilight, always put on special be struck with fright. Experienced in the daytime beautiful face temptation, dark unknown. At dusk, intoxicated people are at a loss, it is dark, you should go home, or to move on?

The sun in the old house

That part of the "Twilight", once again let the "vampire" and "werewolf" return to people's field of vision, there was a beautiful moving love, "but of the fruit of the tree, you shall not eat, because you will eat the day." Adam, Eve ate, so there is human love and desire; Bella ate, so, the "Twilight"; if it is you, will you eat? How contradictory choice.

Angle smile

But, obviously, this medieval town did not stop in time, it along the time vines grow in twenty-first Century, still continue to grow new leaves. 500 years of residential, colorful, arranged in a crisscross pattern of the streets, the cobbled road, rolling, surrounded by the battlements lined walls, the clock tower spire, proudly across the blue sky, large tracts of tile roof, covered with a twilight sky, old house along the curve, bending wings narrow streets, blooming out kaleidoscopic patterns. Table two floor window, all in full bloom bright flowers, soft screens float, a cheerful music, twilight of sunshine, warmth to the murder of time.

Don't stop imagining the vampire story, but the town of the sun, too good, what perhaps in whitewash, is it right? Those full of desire? This let me hit a shiver.