Miss. Emily’s house is lay on the obscure corner of the town. The street number had already shorn off, and we spend a lot of time to find the house. When we walk into the dark, sepulchral house that seems to distribute the trace of the 18-centre literature, and you can also see the old scenery had been a black air devoured. They had tried to ring the doorbell, but the only thing left is the bell burning their ears of all sound. They had knock on the door for a few times, and finally called out her name: ”Mrs. Emily? Can you please open the door? ”, They had wait for a long time, feel like an centre had pass away.
The old Negro appeared and brings them into the dim hall; he even didn’t look at us and say anything. When we walk into a house, which had no visitor for a few years, others started to inspect every detail in the house, seems like they are the mistresses to check their servant’s work. There has no more sliver gleamed in the fusty windows, and the sunshine is delight cheer outside of the house, like the people were glad when they though Mrs. Emily would be humanize when her father is gone.
Suddenly, everyone drew attention into the extremely bulky painting on the wall. The interesting-look carved frame had once been golden, the flowers which are glamour and twisting around on the frame. The noise of the colorful decoration seems like brothering the quite reading lady inside the frame that seems to grow a little way into the painting. The distinguish of the intellectual family’s curl, golden hair, her twinkling eyes, the rubicund was raised by her youth and the staid, stifling black dress, formed as the major signal of her figure. The black dress seems like tracking her inside the feudal etiquette and especially the inexhaustible family burden. “Young innocence is the best luxury of beauty.” one of them said,” This is Emily, if I don’t have wrong memory.” I am at a loss, even I had been here for a few years, but no one had mentions this lady inside the frame. She is so attractive, so that I must have stood for a few moments to stared at her, and I feels like I can heard something from her; but I don’t know, I am not sure, I think it is impossible.