Zhang Ailing's small language

★, what is China like? On behalf of China is her father, hey, He Bo, all the old ladies, and her mother's aunt is the best of the West. China is not rich and strong. The ancient book is boring. The new literature is also horrified after half a century of continuous defeat, and it has revealed its own scars. Lu Xun wrote that the net is inferior, perhaps the deep responsibility of love. But looking at it with a completely strange look, it is just a resentment. The ancient books in the school are different. Occasionally she saw the beauty of it, but only looked at the dimness around her, like the smell of perfume in the room of O. Henry's furnishings. Leifeng Tower

★, a person is old, can become such a dragon bell confused, looked like that, could not help but feel that life is too long, "Zhang Ailing's anthology"

★, do you love me?
I have already loved the danger.
To what extent is the danger?
I can't live alone.

★, Qi Qiao seems to sleep and sleep on the smoke shop. She has worn gold for three decades. She killed a few people with that heavy horn, and gave half life without death. She knew that her son and daughter hated her, and her husband’s family hated her, and her family’s people hated her. "Golden Lock"

★, I believe in people, but I don't believe in human nature.

★, just said a few words, the servant came to use lunch. At the banquet, Mrs. Yao was busy with the dish, and said quietly: "Mom, don't worry about him. His temper is very strange, he doesn't like shark fin."
Mrs. Yao said: "Then this duck..."
Quietly said: "Duck, it doesn't matter if he is braised."
Quietly stood up and came to the dishes to the sisters, Mr. Yao said: "You eat yourself! Don't do anything else!"
Quietly holding a shrimp for himself, halfway, Qikui extended the chopsticks, stopped her, and picked it up from her chopsticks. The chopsticks touched the chopsticks, and the two smiled at each other and actually stayed for a while. Quietly blushing, gently complained: "There is no reason to grab my things!"
Qi Kui smiled and said: "I will give you food when I am!"
Mr. Yao saw them in such a situation as glue-like paint, and did not feel eyebrows. Just push your arm and push his wife: "You are so childish, you are kidding!" "Glass tile"

★, I want you to know that there is a person in the world who will always wait for you, no matter when, no matter where you are, anyway, you know, there is always such a person.
[Where are you waiting for you? Anyway, the right person will appear sooner or later, why can't it be more poetic? What are you afraid of? I am single, anyway, that person will be single. Falling: footnotes

★, meet the people you should meet among thousands of people. In the thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is no early step, no late step, just met, there is nothing to say, Just ask gently: "Hey, are you here too?"

★When I play the piano, I imagine that the eight notes have different personalities, dressed in bright clothes and dance together. "Genius Dream"

★, Zhang Ailing’s Fan Liuyuan said that at that time we were all too busy to fall in love, how can we still have love for love?

★ In this era, the old things are falling apart, and the new ones are growing. But before the climax of the times came, the shackles were nothing but exceptions.
Everyone is like us, but each of us is alone.
Civilized people must be primitive and primitive; they have no horror and no respect for barbarism. When they think they are tired, they can hide in the children, hide in the primitive people, evacuate and evacuate, but they can't - they can only rest in stupidity. There are very few exceptions, and many are considered exceptions or pretend to be exceptions.
In the storm of life, people suddenly stood up straight. It turned out that he was very tall and high, and his eyes and songs were also shining in the stars. I don’t see him standing up, I don’t know if he usually climbs on the ground.
Because of the heart, the night is quieter and longer.

★, heart back to the hair, revealing her pointed face, I don’t know if it’s rouge, it’s always red to the corner. Wu Ning smiled, laughing flowers splashed under the eyes, condensed into a small wine vortex. Mrs. Yao saw her laughing, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Glazed tile

★ Among thousands of people, the wilderness that has no time in time, neither one step ahead nor one step late, met.

★, across the gray, sly, the sea of ​​people who want to move, as if there is a boat called in the end of the world, one or two sounds. Red Rose and White Rose

★, met him, became very low and low, low to the dust, and took out the flowers from the dust.

★, China is a country of words. The emperor changed the yuan in the event of dissatisfaction, hoping that the national movement will gradually improve next year. Originally, it was the 12th year of Yuanwu, and it was changed to the first year of Daqing. The unfortunate days of the past ended. Excessive trust in words is our characteristic. "gossip"

★ Meet the people you meet among thousands of people. In the endless wilderness of thousands of years, the time is just right, there is no early step, no late step.

★, their Sunday is never clear! Eighteen Springs

★, when the man initially, most of them like the elegant white roses, the clean fragrance, like the cold mountain snow, worth the price of a lifetime, seeking the sinking in this cold water.

★, I don’t know what it is, but she hates to draw and set sentences. She likes to paint her own, and finds that the good paintings in the world have been painted, and they are very depressed. However, the most abhorrent thing about Chinese painting is that there is no color. The snowy white only occasionally brushed a faint rust brown. There is such a mountain stream, she definitely does not want to go. Just watching, life is like nothing. Leifeng Tower

★, as if there is only one person left in the world, so I forgot to say how. Although it was desolate, everything was his, shouting, and there was an ecstasy. "Resentful Woman"

★ Sitting on the big round table on the host's house at the dinner table where she thinks of the shackles. Green vegetables eat like a rag in the mouth, crisp and like paper, can't swallow. "Little Reunion"

★, the warmth of the woman's heart and body covered him like a soft satin duck down duvet, he leisurely sweating, feeling an emotional luxury. "Color, Caution"

★, born in this world, no feelings are not riddled with holes, but Guo Feng and Mr. Mi still fall in love on the way home. "Color, Caution"

★, each butterfly is the soul of a former flower, is the flower of the past to meet this life.