Letter (1)

Lonely and stupid, watching Julius Caesar ride a wooden horse in the children's park.

A young man who fought a decisive battle thousands of miles away.

Loneliness is mostly pretending to be lonely.

The eagle said, I'm really not used to walking on the ground.

On a rainy night, Poland's heart palpitations came from the trees.

Sent me home last night, with torches in front and flutes behind.

Autumn winds are all in the autumn of previous years.

An alcoholic hummed Mozart and stumbled by. I feel so stupid.

A wise man is nothing more than that urchin who is good at making excuses to disappear safely.

Inaction is action, not inaction.

Calligraphy became a great art only in ancient China. Japanese calligraphy is a maid as a wife, while contemporary China calligraphy is a maid as a friend. I wonder if there is a wife.

In the west, when it rains, pedestrians walk without an umbrella and can't see the appearance of shrugging their shoulders and shrinking their necks; If two cars collide, don't say a word until the police arrive.

The appearance of classical architecture is as harmonious as possible with the landscape of heaven and earth. Looking forward to sunshine, rain, wind, erosion and dust to make the surface form a better effect, until it becomes a ruin, it still has the charm of people to mourn.

The appearance of modern architecture, pure freshness, gets uglier and uglier after a few years. Absolutely straight and headstrong, not harmonious with natural scenery, always stand in nature.

In the process of making works of art, the artist obviously fainted, lost control of himself and gasped quietly.

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