There was a child who liked blue sky and white clouds very much when he was a child. That is the background of life. The wind blows gently and the water is clear. When you sing, you don't even worry.
Wang Shuo wrote a compliment to an ugly woman:
"Why do you want to be like others? I think lesbians should have their own characteristics if they want to grow up. That thing which is rare is dear. You are all fine-eyed, and I am hazy; You are all high and low, with beautiful curves. I might as well blend in, so that you can't tell who is who. I think you belong to the kind with outstanding personal characteristics and unforgettable. It's hard to use ordinary words like beautiful or not beautiful to describe ... "
Yu Hua: Death is not the loss of life, but stepping out of time.
The sky is high and the moon is small. On a vast grassland, I lay down, very quiet, without any sound. In the quiet air, I seem to have entered another world.
I love everyone around me. I care about their life and death. All my wish is to find the person I am after. Then I hugged her and said, I love you.
In The Dream of the Yanyuan Garden:
The evening wind is getting colder, the trees on the roadside are swaying and the leaves rustle. Night breeze sticks out its tongue and gently licks his forehead, left and right. The wind is cool and comfortable. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the road. The bicycle passed by his car, and the bell sounded crisp and sweet, like a cordial greeting at night.
"hello! ..... Hello! ..... "The voice of the night is sweet and affectionate, like Izu dancer in Kawabata Yasunari's works, asking for help all the time.
Lao She's Crescent Moon: Our pot is as clean as a decent widow.
There is no left kidney in their bodies in this life.
Shen Congwen, "I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person who is just right in age."
At the end of Kawabata Yasunari Snow Country, the whole galaxy poured down from the sky.
That kind of feeling is like raindrops hitting the shade, snowflakes falling on the anus, and the body is like an ice sculpture. Cold air passes through the bones, blood stops flowing, the heart stops beating, and breathing stops.
Ah, I am a fairy! (~o~ modify it yourself, which can be a good saying)
Gu Long said: "As long as tea is hot, it won't taste too bad; As long as a woman is young, she will not be too ugly. "
"Have we ever been in love?"
In love
"How long"
"in an instant"
The mountains are green and the water is blue, so people can't see them until they are old. The teenager sat on the cold steps and suddenly became white-haired. Dear, I am waiting for the years in my hand.
He listened to the beginning, watched the midfield, remembered the ending and fell in love with the fragment. However, the author is fate, and there is no room for his sister to be the protagonist.
I trust you because I don't trust myself.
If the blood can brake, then his heart is full of tire friction marks.
In late autumn, Yuan Ye has a dizzy smell and seems to be intoxicated by the swirling flow of changing colors.
There is no distinction between good and bad people, only pure people and muddy people.
Love is on the left and affection is on the right. Sow seeds and bloom flowers at any time on both sides of the road of life, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears and sadness.
The blue lake, with the wind blowing, is slightly cool and warm, which is my accustomed breath. Unconsciously, I stayed, looking for hope, immersed in a shallow and quiet atmosphere.
The quiet atmosphere reminds me of a very good pianist. His piano music gave me this feeling. There is also a feeling of a shallow woman in ink painting. The words are advancing leisurely and carefully. Because of the beauty of missing itself, it brings softness and elegance to the author's literary thinking. As a result, a quiet and delicate woman jumped to the screen.
A Jiangnan woman, in love, can fall in love with clouds and wind, which is the charm. Because this aftertaste only reminds me of the distant flute. It lingers in my ears, but it can bring you aftertaste.
Under the bright moon, it was quiet all around. Only the twinkling stars on the horizon, hidden or present, flickering, sometimes blur my vision, sometimes clear my heart, sometimes complete my humility, and sometimes achieve my spirituality.
Accustomed to singing under the moon.
Only this moment, that beautiful sadness, that mellow miss; That bitter romance, that warm feelings, will come to me inadvertently, eroding me. So, I rehearsed countless scenes in my mind and reproduced them one by one. On the huge stage, I smile, I sing, I sing, and I am floating. ...
When flexibility meets wisdom: the ultimate text of beauty/Feiya
-Appreciation of Singing in the Moonlight
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I don't want to interrupt the beauty here. It is recommended to enter this article and enjoy it yourself.