在咖啡馆窗边看书。一个抽烟的女人路过，留下一团烟雾悬在那里。 因为风向的缘故，我完全闻不到烟味。所以才能平静的看着它变幻直到慢慢散去。像低矮的云一样。 短暂过后，我的视力好像都改善了。我能看见对面餐馆大门靠近地面那里间或涌出淡淡的烟，怪不得一阵阵的闻到类似橡胶烧焦的味道。不过在我擦了眼镜后烟味和淡淡的烟雾似乎都变淡了，重新闻到了咖啡的味道。 再次闻到烟味，也又看到烟雾滚滚溢出

夜空漆黑一片，只有那亮白的月亮，从黑幕中撕开个口子探出大半个脑袋。 这几天空气非常干净，PM2.5、10一直是0，到了傍晚连云彩也开始消散得无影无踪。 月亮的光孤独地反射在一片虚无中，没了回响。 地面当然是照常的喧闹，红色的交通灯很艳，暖白的路灯也努力显得温暖。 轰隆隆的机车驶离，世界好像安静了片刻。在味噌汤锅咕嘟声里，隐约听见远处的公园有人在嬉闹。 安静也就是片刻，车流声很快就恢复了，不同的马达

Chinese is my mother tongue, and I'm studying Spanish and English. I've posted a few short pieces in English and Spanish here and received lots of help—something for which I’m truly grateful. Just

我的母语是中文，我正在学习西班牙语和英语。 在这里我发布了几篇英文和西班牙文的短文，并且得到很多人的帮助，因此我很感激。 刚刚我也尝试着用我的母语帮助其他中文学习者，帮助他们修改他们的中文文章。我想这是社区精神的一部分。 此外通过帮助他人修改文章，也让我自己对语言学习有了新的思考。外语写作应该更专注最基础的单词和句式的使用，而非追求更高级或更华丽的词语。中文称之为：脚踏实地、一口吃不成个胖子。

Last night I finally checked off a Madrid summer must-do: my first open-air flamenco show in the stone courtyard of Conde Duque. The piece, “Hilo de Fuego”, turns the East-Asian story of the red

On summer afternoons in Madrid, I often walk into a café—sometimes with a friend, sometimes with my laptop, a book, or a half-finished essay. Recently the streets below my apartment have been full of

Hi everyone! I recently joined Journaly and shared a few short posts here. First, a big thank-you to those who kindly offered corrections and supportive comments — your help has made me feel

El fin de semana pasado, fui a Segovia con mi amiga Atlas. La ciudad es pequeña y muy bonita. Caminamos por las calles del centro y comimos cochinillo. ¡Estaba muy rico! El domingo, paseamos cerca

In Spain, time feels different—not slower, exactly, but more spacious. One moment that captures this feeling is merienda, a light meal between lunch and the late Spanish dinner—often called a “second

I spent one afternoon last week sitting alone in a quiet café, not working or reading — just thinking. I brought a notebook and let my thoughts wander. Lately, I’ve been curious about the future: