This is a mysterious power, which is mixed with beauty, blood and some rarer talents-we can call it charm.
Therefore, the most common action in this world, like sitting at a table and pulling an ink bottle in front of yourself, may arouse thousands of strange and fragmented associations. Like a windy day, a family of four underwear hangs on a rope, swinging up and down, flying and flying.
Clothes are wearing us, not us.
However, even all the gold mines in Peru can't buy one of his beautiful poems.
6. That kind of doubt is like quicksand under the base of a monument, which is enough to shake the whole building in an instant.
7. Because once the problem of reading is formed, people's functions will be weakened and they will easily become victims of another disaster hidden in pen and ink. The poor man began to write.
8. Because green in nature and green in literature are two different things. Nature and literature are inherently incompatible. They will tear each other to pieces together. The shadow in Orlando's eyes destroyed the rhythm and rhythm in his heart, what's more, nature has its own tricks.
9. Under his passion, there is a temptation lurking, just like quicksand under a monument. When it suddenly moves, the whole building will be far away.
10, love is like sawdust and carbon residue to him.
1 1. In the darkness, a huge black wing erased the most painful memories, that is, those memories that might make people's lives collapse, erased its bitterness, and painted them with bright colors, even the ugliest and meanest memories.
12. He is her son when she is old, a crutch when she is weak, and a support when her life is in danger.
13, all this is unwarranted, but secular men and women are busy with their own livelihoods.
14, because of love, he was tortured, but he stayed. When a bitch named ambition, a witch named poetry and a woman named despair saw the opportunity, they immediately jumped up hand in hand, and Orlando's heart became their dance floor.
15, he felt as if he had been hooked by a big fish and flopped about in the water, unwilling and helpless.
16, wholeheartedly prove that flashy buildings are built on decay, and the flesh is attached to the skeleton. Those of us who sing and dance on it will eventually lie down, the red velvet will turn to dust, the ruby on the ring has been lost, and the once bright eyes will no longer shine.