In summer days, the string burns down one after another, discerning, a thin thread burns out, and it is connected with a thin cicada, "squeak, squeak, squeak ..."
-Zhang Ailing's poems and nonsense
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The sun leaves the yard, so slowly. There are many pauses, like sobs.
-Yu Xiuhua's Moonlight in the Left Hand
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When she bleeds, the smell I know will change color. In those days, her soul was full of iron color. She smells like a gun.
-jeanette winterson's Writing on the Body
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From the bell tower, a string of bells fell heavily and fell into the abyss of night, just like sinking into the sea.
-Rilke's Moonlit Night
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The mountain is green, and the ground is green, as if a drop of green on the mountain is slowly flowing to the world.
-Lao She's Brief Introduction to Qingrong
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His need for sympathy poured out and spread, forming a puddle at her feet, and she, the bad sinner, only lifted her skirt above her ankle to avoid getting wet.
-Woolf "To the Lighthouse"
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The sea is dark, and the sound of seagulls is pale.
-Matsuo Bashō
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The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
-Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond
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The woman burst into frank laughter, rippling through the house like a glass stream.
-Garcia Marquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
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The background of urban people's thoughts is the veil of striped cloth, and the faint white stripes are the running trams-parallel, even and noisy rivers that gurgle into the subconscious.
-Zhang Ailing's Interesting Apartment Life
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If memory has a taste, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and safe, like a piece of music with clear memory, sweet and melancholy, like a forgotten sadness.
-Zhang Ailing's "Changing Clothes"
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When Fang Hung-chien saw that Miss Tang was not smiling, she still had a smile on her face, like the sound in the air after the music stopped.
—Fortress Besieged by Qian Zhongshu
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At night, our bed is the Coral Sea, and bright ripples swim on the bottom of the sea. She lay in the ripples, like a raindrop stone, and held out her hand and said to me, Come on. It's good to dive in the water on a hot night.
A light dragged a black shadow into the bottom of the sea. This is me.
-Wang Xiaobo, full house