2. What you destroyed with this child's house all collapsed, and the verdict roared in a word. You are the first person to be alone, and you have never been angry. You are eager to urge the fate of having children. You know, we are only as quick as you are. It is because of the happiness that the little foot country has devoted itself to its great little land fight. -
3. In the light purple mist, everything can be at rest: she works in the courtyard, the platform, the wood, the leaves and the clouds. The locomotive roared, and the kind of child broke the melon skin, and the shy hand hid her in the soft sheepskin. Just like the waves lapping on the shore, roaring, rubbing, bumping, and sudden wind, the heaven and the earth are in silence, which means that you should be careful to cross the coniferous trees, so as not to disturb the soft dreams of the empty children.
4. To this end, I often say that the smog is like a hole, praising Fei Lian, who grew up on the multi-lattice of Gexin's tomb. To this end, I echo the brand-new space of Gexin's poetry and use the novel sound of "Xi Neng" to ignore the children. -To learn more, when I want things, the people have been granted some kind of eternal virginity, shining with generosity and keen light, and most of them have become many heritages. To share these with everyone, "I can say that the west can be different."
5. Only in the dead of night can you hear creaking. What's that-in a strange haze? Is it the bodhi tree of Shere Mei Jie's husband's house ... or is the family god calling to each other ... It comes carefully, just like the gurgling sound of water, just like an unfortunate and vicious whisper, which is close to my ear-it mumbles, as if to be busy all night: "You want to enjoy comfort, but you know, your comfort, where is it?"
6. Sometimes it's the sun. What I'm after is brightness, wealth and love, which plays an irresistible role as budding among our souls.
7. You breathe the sunshine and I breathe the moon, but we grow up in the same love. -"We will never share the same cup"
8. You and I will never be reunited in this world. I hope that at midnight, you can pass greetings to me through the stars.
9. Only when the husband laughs and eats the mother's things can he know that the species is small and there is no end, the blue of the earth can be empty and the compassion of the earth can be created.
1. Puning then made a heart to say that I have different feelings for my country, and people of the same age did not talk about sadness and joy. All the learning should be over ..... So my poem floats in this empty night, and when I say goodbye, I don't say I exist.
11. Shilului will love me. When the Mo Tianlu family in Wei Dynasty wanted to stand up, Cai Hun's songs, white peacocks and shabby American visitors would be like people. Whether Shilu will love us or not will be like the crying of the son of man, the failure to watch the tea mixed with Zou Xueguo and the rest of women. I used to want to be a standing wife.
12. Memories of Boris Pilnyak. You can guess all this by yourself ... When the sleepless darkness boils, the sunshine and the lilies in the valley will pierce the darkness of December night. So I will walk to you along this road. Then you will laugh carefree. But the pine forest and the bushes by the pond answered with a strange echo ... Oh, if I'm walking towards the dead, forgive me, I can't do anything else: I feel sad for you as if for myself, and I envy anyone who cries. At this terrible moment, he can cry for this person lying in the depths of this black bamboo ditch ... But the water is boiled before it reaches my eyes, and my eyes are no longer cool.
13. I know how faces fade, and timid eyes show under my eyelids; How does suffering carve rough cuneiform words into cheeks from page to page; A lock of black curly hair, how to turn into a silvery white in an instant; How smiles wither from modest lips, and fears tremble in dry chuckles.
14. When the wind is bright and lonely, it also hides in the clouds, and then his room casts a dim light. -
15. Is it true that I have to send my children to pick me up in a wind goose, a boat or a black raft? -In the sixth spring, the children gained the upper hand and made more promises. They came to see me when they talked about things. In the first time, six spring children got the upper hand and said that I am like a bird. I don't feel right to use it and then go through darkness and death. Sig Xin landed peacefully, and I said that I would stick my wings to the shoulders that said that I was going west. It's the first time that a child has gained the upper hand. What should I do? The children at midnight have the upper hand, so they can talk to me from ten to dawn.
16. Love will become the ashes of death before everything else. Arrogance is calming down, and flattery is silent. Despair, embellished with fear, is almost impossible to transfer. Love deceitfully conquered us with that ordinary and unskilled song. Not too long ago, you were gray-haired and blue-faced. But when she smiles and stands in your garden, house and field, it makes you feel free and comfortable everywhere. How happy you were when you were conquered by her and drank her poisoned wine. You see those stars are bigger than usual, you see those weeds, and the weeds in autumn are fragrant and scattered.
17. Poetry-the residue of sleep, the tears of bending candles, the first roar of thousands of snow-white bell towers in the morning ... Poetry-is the warm window sill bathing, eager for my young Nigo to restore the light, ① it is a bee, a clover, it is dust, darkness and passion. -
18. I have a raspberry-red bonfire in full bloom, like a rose, in the snow.
19. It's cold how much we get in our hearts and minds, and our steps are in a hurry. I actually put my left glove on my right hand. I just took a walk in the wind, but things have stepped down many steps! Qiu looked quietly among the maple trees and whispered, "die with me!" " -"The best work is a meeting"
2. It's wonderful here: rustling and cracking; The chill is getting colder every day, and the rose bushes wrapped in ice and snow bend down in the white flame. The soft and empty snow field leaves traces of sledges, like a ray of memory. In a distant era, you and I both passed by here. -"It's wonderful here"
21. My shadow is printed on your wall-"To my city"
22. From time to time, the two of us say "No" with one word, but the individual with his shoulders wide will walk behind him. It's time for Jane to faint, you meditate, and I'm silent. -"From time to time, the two of us use the Tao to say no"
23. Sometimes, like a small snake, it curls up and works magic in the heart; Sometimes on the white windowsill, like a little pigeon cooing all day; Sometimes I flash in the crystal frost flowers, as if I were sleeping in a violet dream ...
24. I lost my eyes and wandered around the world like a goose before, bringing my own silk with this beautiful shadow to appreciate. -"Summer Garden"
25. "Generally speaking, people praise me-just like ashes, I have been slandered by you-I can't praise it."
26. He used to like three things in the world: singing white peacocks at dusk and worn American cards. He didn't like children's crying, drinking tea with marlin jam and women's hysteria. I used to be his wife.
27. The sound faded in space and the sunlight became dim. In the forever silent world, only you talk to me.
28, "I stopped smiling" I stopped smiling, and the cold wind cooled my lips. One hope was less, and one song was more. Laughing and cursing, I was forced to dedicate this song, because the silence of love made my heart ache unbearable.
29. I seem to see a figure, so my home is not as integrated with silence, and my home is not as integrated as saying goodbye first. If you stay in office for a long time, my husband will never want to be with me if he feels dead. -
3. We came to the graveyard, sat in the snow and sighed lightly. You drew the palace with a wooden stick, and we will live there forever in the future. Famous sayings of Marlene _ Famous sayings about Marlene
Darkness surrounds us. Then I heard a faint, almost inaudible snort from the lower berth. I lay quietly, trying to tell what it was, because it was a voice I had never heard before, a voice I refused to listen to, a voice I never thought might exist. That's the cry of the eldest sister. One day, I will ask Vera about the transformation area, but now is not the time. Maybe my sister is right: maybe it is best not to know some things, because once you know them, they will never be forgotten. My mother and father never told me about the transformation area. I grew up in a state of ignorance of the darkness lurking in the depths of human hearts. How did they spend the rest of their lives with terrible secrets locked in their hearts? How can they grow vegetables, repair motorcycles, send us to school and worry about our academic performance? But they did. -Marina Liuweika A Brief History of Tractors in Ukraine
A beautiful woman can make you forgive her many things. -Marina Liuweika's A Brief History of Tractors in Ukraine
Weddings, like funerals, provide a perfect performance place for family dramas: there are various rituals and symbolic customs, and they also provide opportunities to dress up for the trend of the times. -Marina Liuweika A Brief History of Tractors in Ukraine
"Vera, I find it hard to understand why people betray each other so quickly. You thought that they should be firm in the face of oppression. " "No, no, that's an inexperienced point of view, nadezhda. You see, this is the dark side of human nature When someone has power, people with little power always try to please them. Look at the way my father always tries to please valentina, even when she abuses him. Look at the way your workers, politicians and politicians are' ogling' the capitalists, who have vowed to overthrow them. Of course, this is not only true of politicians, but also in the entire animal kingdom. " -Marina Liuweika A Brief History of Tractors in Ukraine
I can't stand in the world unscathed and I have no intention to pour out my feelings to everyone in the world. If I know that you still love me and admire my good character, but I haven't seen my lingering childlike amorous feelings, I can't rot my words in forbearance. What a damn self-esteem I still have! Pasternak to Zvetayeva, how hastily we became orphans. Marina, the snow is falling. Say it: Tonight, my voice is a stopped train (the contradiction of roses runs through his huge heart); So I missed it, and tonight, you are a dance, and the world is wrong. When the New Year bell rings, lilies bloom instead of our embarrassing existence. I was making a curtain call when the waltz started. Erase my name. Stop, the heavy snow falls to our lonely destinies. ..... and then I will be silent
When I was sixteen, my father forbade me to wear makeup. He ordered me to go upstairs and take off my makeup before going out. "Nadia, if all women paint their faces, imagine that there will be no more natural selection. The inevitable result is the uglification of species. You don't want this to happen, do you? " How wise and intelligent. Why can't he just say that he doesn't like it like an ordinary father? Now look at the way he drools at this painted Russian slut. Maybe he is too nearsighted now to see her wearing heavy makeup. Perhaps he thought that she was born with light peach lips and black eyes like Cleopatra. -Marina Liuweika's A Brief History of Tractors in Ukraine
Marin, Under the Streetlight, Dancing by Herelf, Is Singing the Same Song Someone to Change Her Life. Marin, a person who dances alone under the streetlight, sings the same song somewhere, I know. She is waiting for a car to stop, for a star to fall, for someone to change her life. -Sandra Cisneros "The House on Mango Street"
To Zvetayeva 1 I own you, too, and the high and harsh tone will suddenly jump out of the road to the wilderness to dance a dance that no one can understand, like a whisper between bees. You chisel through my river in the middle of the night, and the blue stars overflow my window to make you warm. Constantly implanted in my weak and timid frozen soil Marina, Marina, you can't refuse me to sing you into an insomnia note. You are stuck in my light throat like a fishbone, making every song I sing with blood stains. The sun is already high. I'm still trying to cross this endless undersea tunnel, and you, Marina, will stand at the end of the sea and rise into a carnival empire. < P > What's important is that Marlene said that boys should see us, and we should see boys. Because Marlene's skirt is shorter, because her eyes are beautiful, because she is more mature than us in many ways, boy.