Winter in Valencia is not particularly cold. During the daytime, temperatures usually stay in the teens, but recently it has been raining quite often. For someone like me, who grew up with central heating in northern China, it still feels chilly. Lately, the air conditioner has been on most of the time, the windows rarely opened. I go out less, and somehow, I’ve grown a little lazier.
Today, finally, the sky cleared. I pulled up the blinds and opened the window, letting fresh air flow into my room.
At eight in the morning, under winter time, the day had just begun to break. The moment I opened the window, the sky full of morning glow caught my attention. Bright colors spread across the horizon, instantly lifting my spirits and filling me with energy. Beautiful scenery can truly be intoxicating. Perhaps it was the lingering sleepiness, or perhaps I was simply mesmerized—but suddenly, a sense of familiarity washed over me.
Yes. It looked exactly like the sunsets outside my window back home in Beijing.
When I lived in Beijing, my favorite moment of the day was standing by the bay window at sunset, watching the evening glow first set the western sky ablaze, then slowly fade away. The buildings across the street, with their reddish-brown facades, blended seamlessly into the crimson sky. As the glow retreated, the buildings gradually blurred into silhouettes. Then, little by little, one window after another lit up, and the outlines of the buildings became clear again. The fiery sunset gave way to countless city lights. In the distance, behind the buildings, the city rail would occasionally cut through the darkness, crossing bridges like a moving scene from an animation. It was the most iconic view of that neighborhood.
I never imagined that, in 2026, this scene would become an image of a home so far away.
Outside my window now, motorcycles can roar past at any moment, their engines no less thunderous than the late-night racers on Anli Road back in Beijing. It seems this is some kind of fate—no matter where I go, this soundtrack follows me.
What’s interesting is that I’ve begun to notice traces of my Beijing life everywhere here.
Nearby, there’s even a brand-new stadium that resembles the Bird’s Nest.
There’s also a distinctive old tree that feels like a guardian of the neighborhood, much like the one near my home.
At this moment, in this place, with this view, it feels both like a choice I made—and like something quietly arranged by fate. The fiery sunsets of Beijing carried the call of Valencia to me, and now Valencia’s bright morning glow delivers the warmth of home back to my heart.
北京的晚霞，瓦伦的朝霞
瓦伦西亚的冬天气温并不低，通常白天10几度的样子，但最近时常下雨，对于习惯了北方暖气的我，还是会觉得冷。最近空调常开，窗户都很少开了，不常出屋子，人也好像变懒了。难得今天天晴了，于是收了百叶窗，打开窗户，以便让新鲜空气进入我的房间。
冬令时的8点钟，天刚刚亮，打开窗户的瞬间，漫天的朝霞瞬间吸引了我。鲜亮的洒满天际。窗前的景象瞬间让人阳气上升，精神满满。美景有时真的会让人陶醉，也许是醉了，也许是还带着点睡意的我，忽然觉得眼前一种似曾相识的感觉。没错，这和北京家里窗外的日落非常相似。
在北京家里时，最喜欢日落时站在飘窗旁，看着晚霞先是染红整个西边的天，然后满满退去。对面小区的楼也是红棕色外墙，与晚霞的红色交织在一起，是那么的和谐。晚霞渐渐退去，那些楼宇也渐渐模糊。之后又慢慢的，一扇窗一扇窗的亮起来，模糊的楼群又渐渐清晰。万家灯火替代火红的晚霞，楼群后边远处的城铁，时不时划破黑暗，穿越吊桥，这动画般的场景，是这一带最具特色的风景线。想不到在2026年，成了我遥远的家的画面。
窗外，摩托随时可能飞驰而过，巨大的轰鸣声不亚于深夜安立路上飙车的摩托党。看来这就是某种安排，到哪里都是我躲不开的标配。
这里附近也有一个像鸟巢一样的全新的体育场，
甚至也有一棵非常有特色的镇宅神树。
此时，此地，此景，貌似是我的选择，又好像是明明中的安排，北京的晚霞火红带来了瓦伦的召唤，瓦伦的朝霞鲜亮传递给我北京的温暖。
