The city of Beijing is so big that when people are separated, it is like two leaves falling from a tree, and when the wind blows, each of them goes to the west and east.
His feelings are smooth, soft and slippery, like a piece of cream.
She must have felt: this wet cowhide smock was heavy, the water had been cold in the fall, and her father's words were becoming fewer and fewer.
"I do not treat him, he will die ah."
People sometimes remember, just to retrieve a little bit of faint childhood from dry memories, remembering in song those schoolyard rosebuds, holly trees, the glass of the classroom wiped countless times, the bells of class dismissal, and the bursts of bright laughter on the field that rose into the air like fireworks......
p> Most of these letters were also a little bit sentimental, but again, none of them seemed very serious.
< p> She lay and listened to the kites rattling in the sky, to the turtledoves squawking their double calls, "Pidgey-coo, pidgey-coo," from a far-off tree, to the sparrows scuffling in front of the eaves , listening to a large dragonfly vibrating transparent wings, listening to mice gnawing on the woodwork, but also from time to time to hear a series of dripping sound, that is, the bead lamp somewhere tassel loose line, beads fell to the ground.The dinner flowers were in full bloom, and they drove themselves outward as hard as they could, madly, shouting, opening themselves into the evening air. Thick green, more than enough green leaves; crimson, rouge-like, more than enough red flowers; very lively, but poignant. There was not a sound. Before the thick green and thick green leaves and the messy red flowers, there sat a Wang Yuying.
Presumably, when something is done with great skill, it is beautiful.
There is such a strange thing in the world: the person who has been screwed already thinks it doesn't matter, and the person who screws the other person has a grudge, and he always wants to be with the person who has been screwed, as if the person who has been screwed is sorry for him.
The first thing that I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've done in the past, and then I'm going to go back to the past, and then I'm going to go back to the past.
I am a person who writes novels, for people, I can only want to understand, appreciate, and portray him, I do not want to judge anyone. Like one of my teachers, what I am devoted to is the phenomenon of the world. I am not good at making abstract thoughts. I pay more attention to the aesthetic significance of man.
The theater company is full of chatter, whispering, gnashing of teeth, stomping of feet, staring, and that's all there is to it.
The power of this thing is an odd thing, and when people have it in their hands, they have to change their humanity. The words are higher, the words used are different, and the spirit has changed.
I teach three classes of Chinese literature.
I teach three classes of Chinese literature. After class, I watch movies, go to the home of an old writer, or accompany a gifted painter to stroll endlessly along Xiafei Road, talking about some broad, sky-high, talent-expanding nonsense.
On a rainy day, the raindrops fall on the tin roof and bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Also attached is copyright information
Book name: Wang Zengqi collection: the collection of dinner flowers
Publisher: Henan Literature and Art Publishing House
Publication time: 2016-03
ISBN: 9787555900573