Zhang Ailing's small language

★, she felt uneasy at first, as if when she went downstairs, she stepped on the first level, and her heart was abnormal, and she used to. Love in the Fallen City

★, the world is full of people, we are just a star in the Liao Kuan Galaxy, a wave in the blue sea. We don’t know anything about how to land in this world; there is no choice as to where to land. In short, the glory and hardships of past lives, noisy and quiet, have nothing to do with this life. Life is full of too many surprises and fabrications. No one can clearly interpret the mysteries hidden behind the scenes.

★, tassels reached this point, but repented that she had Liu Yuan around, a person seems to have two bodies, it is double danger. A bullet can't hit her, and he can hit him. If he is dead, if it is disabled, her situation is even more unimaginable. If she was injured, she would only die if she was afraid of dragging him. It’s dead, and there’s no one to die alone. She expected Liu Yuan to think so. She didn't know anything else. At this moment, she only had him. He only had her. Love in the Fallen City

★, "The moon screams, calling out the joy of life, a small star is its shy echo." "Zhang Ailing's Anthology"

★, quietly put his head on his lap, while crying, he whispered, and screamed that Mr. Yao had said this at the beginning: she married to the bear family, and there was a slight disappointment, even though she came to Dad, everything was Dad is responsible. Mr. Yao was squandered by her, and she did not know how many hours had passed. It was easy to fall asleep. When I woke up, I was quiet. I was sobbed and wet on her bill, and it was cold, like a child smashing the bed. Asked Mrs. Yao to go there quietly, Mrs. Yao said: "Qi Kui took her back." "Glass tile"

★, Fengyi seriously fell over and looked at her face to face, said: "Xiaohan, I often make you worry? I am making you suffer?"
Xiao Handao: "No, I am very happy."
Feng Yi took a sigh of relief: "So, at least one of our three people is happy!" "Heart Sutra"

★, no early step, no late step, just happened to catch up, then there is nothing else to say, only gently ask: "Hey, are you here too?" 』

★, I want you to know that there is always a person waiting for you in this world, no matter what time, anyway, you know, there is always such a person. Half Life

★, the people who sell the flute on the street play the flute, the song of the East twisted and twisted, twisted and twisted, like the dream of painting in the illustration of the novel, a sigh of anger, coming out from the account, swollen There are all kinds of illusions in the inside, stretching like a lazy snake. Later, because I was too sleepy, I finally fell asleep. "Color, Caution"

★, Xiaohan three feet and two steps to the balcony, aloud, kicked the green magnetic flower pot into the ditch. Mrs. Xu was taken aback and looked at her with both hands. Before she spoke, Xiao Han followed the kick, fell on the bamboo fence, and cried, but could not cry, her face earned red. Just dry and breathless. Heart Sutra

★, the people in the legendary country are so popular.
There are legends everywhere, but it doesn't have to be so successful. "Zhang Ailing's Anthology"

★, like in a dim dream. The time in the dream always feels very long. In fact, it is only a moment, but I think it has been a long time, and I have known each other for many years. It turns out that it is not counted.

★, he is not a good person, she does not know, she wants him, she has to be confused, just endure his bad. Why did she poke him? Life is alive, isn't that the same thing? In the final analysis, what is true and what is fake? "Golden Lock"

★, Qi Qiao seems to hang the cold pearl curtain, a hot wind came, put the curtain on her face, the wind went, and the curtain sucked back, the gas has not passed, the wind has come again There was no face and no face to cover her - a burst of cold, a burst of heat, she just shed tears. "Golden Lock"

★, a room full of people laughed, but smiled a little bit uncertain, do not know should not laugh. Mrs. Yu only knew that her husband had told the joke, but did not hear clearly, so she laughed loudest. "Hong Xi Xi"

★, his book is like a coral, slowly forming on the bottom of the sea. His own progress is also very slow, after many years of secret exploration. "Classmates are not jealous"

★, there are more good people in the world than real people.

★, shoulders, thin waist, flat chest, thin and small standard beauty disappeared under the weight of this layer of clothes. She does not exist in itself, but it is a hanger. The Chinese do not approve of women who are too touching. The sensational virtues recorded in history—for example, an arm pulled by a strange man, cut it off—although it was widely praised, the intellectual class always felt a little regretful because of a woman. It should not attract excessive attention; the name of the shovel, which hangs on the lips of thousands of people, also produces rust in the steam of breathing. If a woman wants to be more outstanding, even the path of such a grandiose person is opposed, and it is natural that it is even more ruthless. "gossip"

★, soon my mother left for France, I lived in school. She came to see me. I didn't have any indication of farewell. She was also very happy. Things could be spent so smooth and without any traces. I didn't have any trouble, but I knew she was thinking there: "The next generation of people, really Oh!" I waited for her to leave the school gate. I looked at the closed red iron gate from the tall pines on the campus, but I was still indifferent, but gradually felt the need for tears in this situation, so the tears came, screaming in the cold wind, crying Show it to yourself. "Zhang look"

★, but she thinks that he feels awkward, like a world. This paragraph, now irrelevant to her past, like the song in the radio, sang half, suddenly affected by the bad weather, smashed up. After the bombing is over, the song is still going to be sung, and I am afraid that the bombing is over. The song has already been sung, so I have not heard it. Love in the Fallen City

★, I guess he is a good hand. One stroke is free and easy to add, one point is too fat, one point is too thin, and it is natural. The fullness of the ink points out the moss on the cliffs, and the weight is very accurate. Every point is a perfect pear. The picture itself may be famous for its famous ancient paintings. It is also known that it incorporates many famous paintings, many similar places: ships, bridges, huts, trees, and mountain walls. It is a collection of Chinese paintings. The unique characteristics of Chinese poetry are extracted from ancient poems and combined into a poem. The artistic conception is different from the original poetry. It is necessary for China, a country with a long history, to appreciate such creative plagiarism. However, some of the episodes are really awesome, I think in my heart. 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, and the white one is only occasionally brushed with 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

★, Zongtang concluded that Cuiyuan is a lovely woman - white, thin, warm, like a breath in your own mouth in the winter. If you don't want her, she will drift away quietly. She is a part of yourself, she knows everything, and she is lenient. When you tell the truth, she is sad for you; when you tell lies, she smiles as if to say, "Look at your mouth! "

★, they took a sofa cushion to give her a comfortable floor on the floor. Lying there, she stared at the legs of the Qiqiao table. The faint ripples on the walnut wood, like the stone fruit chocolate. You can eat it by peeling off one piece. She finally found the way and entered the magical forest. Leifeng Tower

★, returning home, telling her aunt, her aunt had seen Enjuan in her house, and she did not praise her mother. Now she shook her head and said: "This young boy can't stand it!"
Zhao Xiao smiled and felt very surprised. She thought she was jealous of her own. "Classmates are not jealous"

★, you have all the green, the amount of green in the green has a peaceful creation. Poetry and Nonsense