11. A mere piece of clothing separates two ordinary people. But when it comes to art, both sides of the Taiwan Strait have their own advantages. We might as well say that Paris is an art city. In the past, people said that during the Six Dynasties, all the vegetable sellers and servants had the smell of smoke and water. Everyone in Paris probably had one or two elegant bones on their body. You see, there are water fountains and statues in the parks and on the streets. Museums are everywhere, and exhibitions are often held. They breathe the artistic atmosphere almost like air, and they naturally become elegant.

12. A small round face, like a peach and plum blossom in bloom; there is no smile on the face, but there is a faint glow of spring, like a greenhouse filled with honey.

13. Peach trees and willow trees are planted alternately along the coast here. It should be a lively dream when spring comes. Reading

14. The changes in the South this year are beyond human imagination. I knew his whereabouts at first; but I know nothing about him in the past six months. How did he live such a windy life? This is what I am pondering. I said the sea, he is just a small wave on the sea; I said the forest, he is just a little bird in the forest. Forgive me, forgive me, where can I go to find you?

15. A Chinese who has never lived in Europe during the summer, when he goes to the Netherlands in the north, in the early summer, he simply feels that it is the new autumn. look. The sky is pale, the fields are silent, and the train is moving as if no one is paying attention. Occasionally, I saw a half-windmill at the end of the road, motionless, like an iron hand stretching toward the sky.

16. It is impossible to study literature without being lazy to memorize it, especially poetry. A high school liberal arts student should recite three hundred poems carefully instead of swallowing them wholeheartedly or reading ten collections of poems at a glance.

17. When you wash your hands, the days pass by the water box; when you eat, the days pass by the rice bowl. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and past my feet in his agile way. Fly away. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.