Zhang Ailing's small language

★, A small to the clothes on the balcony, saw a chair downstairs last night to take a cool chair and put it outside. The weather is cold, the gray days, the streets are on both sides, the overcast trees, the quiet ones, the telegraph poles, there is no point of cranky thoughts. Each tree is surrounded by a small green leaf, and it looks like a reflection. "Osmanthus steamed a little sad autumn"

★, Shanghai in order to 'save the skylight', all the clocks are dialed for an hour, but the white mansion said: "We use the old clock." Their ten points is the eleven o'clock. They sang and sang the board and couldn't keep up with the life of Hu Qin.
Hu Qin is screaming, pulling on the night of the lantern, pulling over and pulling over, telling the story of the desolation - no matter what! ················································································································ Only Bai Siye sat alone on the dark and broken balcony, pulling Hu Qin. "The first incense, the love of the city"

★, my friend Yan Ying said:
"Every butterfly is the soul of a former flower, and comes back to find itself." "Inflammation of Sakura"

★ Among thousands of people, meet the people you want to meet. In the thousands of years, there is no early step in the wilderness of time, and there is no one step behind. If you encounter it, you can only say something softly: "Hey, are you here too?" I want you to know, There is always someone waiting for you in this world, no matter when, no matter where you are, anyway, you know, there is always such a person.

★, I am so happy that I am walking under the sun in China. I also like to feel that my hands and feet are young and powerful. And all of this is connected together, I don't know why. When I am happy, the sound of the radio, the color of the street, as if I have a share; even if the sorrow is settled, it is the sediment of China.

★, he walked through the brick patio, the tree was born in the middle of the yard, and the dead branches of a tree were printed on the pale green sky, like the ice on the magnetic. Long quietly followed by him, her navy blue long-sleeved cheongsam had pale yellow daisies. She clasped her hands and her face showed a rare softness. "Golden Lock"

★, the person who drives the tram drives the tram. Under the big sun, the tram track is like two bright, curved tunes that have been drilled in the water. It has been lengthened and shortened. It has been lengthened and shortened, so it moves forward like this - smooth, The old elder's Qufu, not finished, not finished... "Blocking"

★, there is a cold air glass counter with a variety of West Point, a small narrow lamp behind the point is bright, the bottom of the wall is painted brown, the sparkling unevenness; a small freezer next to a white livery The top of the house is lined up with a line of Xiqiao that has been replaced by a pair of long robes. "Lust Caution"

★, her emptiness is like an empty room, a moldy white powder wall small room, and a cloudy little hotel - overseas Chinese are ideologically homeless, simple minded people live In a world that is not simple, there is no background, no tradition, so there is no dance. "Zhang look"

★ If you really commit suicide, you will die when you die. Life is more terrible than death. Life can develop without limit. It becomes worse and worse. It is even worse than the most unimaginable realm in the original imagination. .

★, Zhenbao has a lot of unspeakable dissatisfaction with the smoke. Because the smoke does not like sports, even the "best indoor sports" do not like it.
... After everything got used to it, she became a very boring woman. "Color, Caution"

★, "This is a profound knowledge taken from their past, but also with the taste of the market - what is more popular than fortune-telling?" It’s like a sinologist from Oxford, just what The meaning she couldn't grasp, she concluded that it was a typical Japanese style, unruly wildness in unintentional humor. Leifeng Tower

★, Feng Yi took her hand to laugh, dragged her to this side, and smiled: "I said, you don't need to wear the look of childish moments, blame!"
Xiao Handao: "Do you think I am artificial?"
Feng Yi said: "I know why you are willing to grow up."
Xiao Han suddenly fell into two tears and buried his face on his shoulder.
Fengyi whispered: "You are afraid that when you grow up, we will be born, aren't we?"
Xiao Han did not answer, only stretched an arm to cover his neck. Feng Yidao: "Don't cry. Don't cry." "Heart Sutra"

★, I know that he doesn't love me,
But I also know that
If I leave now,
I will go back one step at a time.
So I have to wait someday for him to break my heart,
I will definitely walk out of his sight,
Never look back!

★, Mrs. Xu said: "How can you believe me?" I always take you as a child! Sometimes I am also suspicious. After that, I always blame myself for being careful, 'There are people in the door, and everyone is jealous. It’s flat. I don’t want to think about it myself, but I’m still uncomfortable. Some things, most of you have forgotten: After I’m 30, I occasionally wear beautiful clothes, or show a little affection for him. You laugh at me.... He also laughs... How can I hate you? You are just a naive child! " Heart Sutra

★, Lan Cheng: Your letter and book have been received, thank you very much. I don't want to write a letter, please forgive me. I really can't find your old book reference, so I borrowed it from you rashly. If I misunderstand you, I really feel sorry. If you don't feel uncomfortable when you publish the book "This Life and the World", please send a copy to me. I am here to thank you in advance, no more letter.
Ailing December 27

★, "I was alone on the balcony at dusk, suddenly saw a tall building in the distance, a large piece of carmine floating on the edge, but also the reflection of the sunset on the glass window, and then look at it, it is the moon of the Lantern Festival. The red rose. I thought: 'This is a troubled world.' In the late smoke, the edge of Shanghai is slightly ups and downs. Although there are no mountains, it is like a layer of shackles. I think of the fate of many people, even me; There is a feeling of depression and a sense of life."

★, I don't like you anymore. You have long since disliked me. This determination, I have considered it after a year and a half.
At that time, only "small good" is not to increase your difficulties. You don't want to come to me, or write a letter, I don't want to see it.
(1947)

★, this exaggerated, cruel, black-flying nation, the original wealth, because it is too abrupt, there are nightmares and sorrows, and now the poor are too poor to know why, desperate. Their dances have a bit of bleak wine, but their hearts are empty, and they can't get drunk again. There are still many essays in action, and many are stressful. It is always a long-awaited offensive evasion, half-pushing, half-pushing, and polite warfare. "Zhang look"

★, she hurriedly came back by boat, saw her childhood hometown, the sky and the sea, the long-lost sorrow and joy in the heart, all came up. A bitter bitterness melted in the tears and flowed out. "Not Xin She"

★, he stroked the rattan chair, there was a bit of hair on the rattan chair, and he just tore the rattan and tore it off. Half Life

★, I hope it rains every day, thinking that you are not raining.

★, she tried to send away that absurd thought, but she knew that it still came back, like a shadow, a black shadow of a beast, it came to know the road once, sniffing and acknowledging Road, I have to find her here again.
She feels very scary. Eighteen Springs

★, we only see that our face is pale and small, our selfishness and emptiness, we are shameless stupid. Everyone is the same, each of us is alone.

★, "Hands of the stubborn" is a tragic verse, because after holding hands is to let go.