1) He is not a good person, and she is not ignorant. If she wants him, she has to play dumb, that is, she has to put up with his badness. Why did she expose him? Life is alive, isn't it? In the final analysis, what is true and what is false?
2) Looking out through the glass window, there is a moon in the dark clouds, one black and one white, like a dramatic and ferocious face of Zhang Fuyou. Little by little, the moon slowly came out of the clouds, and there was a light under the clouds, which was the eyes under the mask. The sky is deep blue.
3) Looking back after 30 years of hard work, no matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably be a bit bleak.
4) Trying to escape
5) Chang 'an thinks that she is looking at the courtyard of the sun from quite a distance. Looking down from the tall building, it is clear and kind, but it can't interfere with the courtyard and the big tree. The two people are dragging the melancholy shadow, without words and a little memory. In the future, they will hold it in a crystal bottle with their hands, and her first and last love.
6) Qiao Qi seems to have hung a cold pearl curtain in front of her eyes. A gust of wind blew and clung tightly to her face. When the wind stopped, she sucked it back. Before the air came through, the wind came again, and she was ashamed to cover it up-cold and hot, and she just shed tears.
7) After a gust of wind, a white cold day appeared between the fluffy balls on the curtain, and a row of small holes were made in the warm darkness of the room.
8) He crossed the brick patio with a tree in the middle. The dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on a magnet. Chang 'an quietly followed him out, and there were yellow daisies on her navy long-sleeved cheongsam. Her hands were clenched and her face showed a rare tenderness.
9) The wind on a sunny day, like a flock of white doves, got into his silk pants and flapped its wings everywhere.
10) There are trees in the middle of the yard, and the dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on porcelain.
1 1) He now knows that the boundary between spirit and matter cannot be so clear. Words are useless. After all, holding hands for a long time is a more appropriate comfort, because few people can talk, and even fewer people really have something to say.
12) young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red and yellow as copper coins, like a tear on Duoyunxuan stationery. Old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happy. Bigger, rounder and whiter than before. However, after 30 years of hard work, I look back. No matter how good the moonlight is, it is a bit bleak.
13) the moon sank 30 years ago, and people died 30 years ago, but the story of 30 years ago has not been finished-it can't be finished.
14) We may have missed seeing the moon 30 years ago. Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red and yellow as a copper coin, like a tear on Zhang Yunxuan's stationery, old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happier, bigger, rounder and whiter than the one in front of them. However, looking back on this arduous road 30 years later, no matter how good the moon is, it is inevitably a little bleak.
15) In the final analysis, what is true and what is false?
16) Is the text useful? Holding hands for a long time is a more appropriate comfort. Because few people can talk, even fewer people really have something to say.
17) Our old sun filled the air like golden ash, and the slightly choking golden ash rubbed into my eyes, making me dizzy. Vendors in the street are ringing bells, and there are countless memories of old children in the soaring "Don't be stupefied … Don't be stupefied".
18) A small tree, with sparse and bright phoenix tree leaves shaking in the sun like golden bells.
19) Our old sun filled the air like golden ash, and the slightly choking golden ash rubbed into my eyes, making me dizzy.
20) Chang 'an quietly went downstairs, and dark black embroidered shoes and white stockings stayed on the stairs in the dim sunlight. After a pause, I went up again, step by step, and walked into a place without lights.
2 1) For thirty years, she has been wearing a gold cangue. She killed several people with that heavy flail horn, and those who didn't die also lost half their lives.
22) Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red, yellow and wet as copper coins, like a tear on Duoyunxuan stationery. Old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happy. Bigger, rounder and whiter than before. However, after 30 years of hard work, I look back. No matter how good the moonlight is, it is a bit bleak.
23) The moon sank 30 years ago, and people died 30 years ago, but the story of 30 years ago is not finished-it can't be finished.
24) We may have missed seeing the moon 30 years ago. Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red and yellow as a copper coin, like a tear on Zhang Yunxuan's stationery, old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happier, bigger, rounder and whiter than the one in front of them. However, looking back on this arduous road 30 years later, no matter how good the moon is, it is inevitably a little bleak.
25) In the final analysis, what is true and what is false?
26) For thirty years, she has been wearing a gold cangue. She killed several people with that heavy flail horn, and those who didn't die also lost half their lives.
27) Chang 'an quietly went downstairs, and dark black embroidered shoes and white stockings stayed on the stairs in the dim sunlight. After a pause, I went up again, step by step, and walked into a place without lights.
28) Our old sun permeates the air like golden ash, and the slightly choking golden ash rubs into our eyes, making people dizzy.
29) A small tree, with sparse and bright phoenix tree leaves shaking like golden bells in the sun.
30) Our old sun filled the air like golden ash, and the slightly choking golden ash rubbed into our eyes and made us dizzy. Vendors in the street are ringing bells, and there are countless memories of old children in the soaring "Don't be stupefied … Don't be stupefied".
3 1) He is not a good man, and she is not ignorant. If she wants him, she has to play dumb, that is, she has to put up with his badness. Why did she expose him? Life is alive, isn't it? In the final analysis, what is true and what is false?
32) He walked past the brick patio with a tree in the middle. The dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on a magnet. Chang 'an quietly followed him out, and there were yellow daisies on her navy long-sleeved cheongsam. Her hands were clenched and her face showed a rare tenderness.
33) Qiao Qi seems to have hung a cold pearl curtain in front of her eyes. A gust of wind blew and clung tightly to her face. When the wind stopped, she sucked it back. Before the air penetrated, the wind came again, and she was ashamed to cover it up-cold and hot, and she just shed tears.
Looking out through the glass window, there is a moon in the dark clouds, one black and one white, like a dramatic ferocious face of Zhang Fuyou. Little by little, the moon slowly came out of the clouds, and there was a light under the clouds, which was the eyes under the mask. The sky is deep blue.
35) The wind on a sunny day, like a flock of white doves, got into his silk pants and flapped its wings everywhere.
36) There is a tree in the middle of the yard. The dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on porcelain.
37) After Qiao Qi's death, Chang 'an and Changbai split and moved out. Qiao Qi's daughter has no difficulty in solving her own problems. Rumor has it that she was walking in the street with a man and stopped at a stall. He bought her a pair of garters. Maybe she used her own money, but she took it out of the man's bag anyway. ..... Of course, this is just a rumor.
38) Looking back on 30 years of hard work, even the best moonlight is a bit bleak.
39) Qiao Qi seems to be sleeping in a cigarette shop. For thirty years, she wore a gold cangue. She killed several people with that heavy flail horn, and those who didn't die also lost half their lives. She knows that her son and daughter hate her, her husband's family hates her, and her family hates her.
40), young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red, yellow and wet as copper coins, like a tear on Duoyunxuan stationery. Old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happy. Bigger, rounder and whiter than before. However, after 30 years of hard work, I look back. No matter how good the moonlight is, it is a bit bleak.
41) The moon sank 30 years ago, and people died 30 years ago, but the story of 30 years ago is not finished-it can't be finished.
42) We may have missed seeing the moon 30 years ago. Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red and yellow as a copper coin, like a tear on Zhang Yunxuan's stationery, old and confused. The moon recalled by the old people 30 years ago is happier, bigger, rounder and whiter than the one in front of them. However, looking back on this arduous road 30 years later, no matter how good the moon is, it is inevitably a little bleak.
43) In the final analysis, what is true and what is false?
44) For thirty years, she has been carrying a pair of gold flail. She killed several people with that heavy flail horn, and those who didn't die also lost half their lives.
He is not a good person, and she is not ignorant. If she wants him, she has to play dumb, that is, she has to put up with his bad behavior. Why did she expose him? Life is alive, isn't it? After all, what is truth [famous poem-Gu Xihui-life, inspiration, beautiful writing, poems, famous sayings, phrases, diaries and online reading! ] What is fake?
46) Chang 'an quietly went downstairs, and dark black embroidered shoes and white stockings stayed on the stairs in the dim sunlight. After a pause, I went up again, step by step, and walked into a place without lights.
47) Our old sun permeates the air like golden dust, and the slightly choking golden ash rubs into our eyes, making us dizzy. Vendors in the street are ringing bells, and there are countless memories of old children in the soaring "Don't be stupefied … Don't be stupefied".
He crossed the brick patio with a tree in the middle. The dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on a magnet. Chang 'an quietly followed him out, and there were yellow daisies on her navy long-sleeved cheongsam. Her hands were clenched and her face showed a rare tenderness.
49) The wind on a sunny day, like a flock of white doves, got into his silk trousers and flapped its wings everywhere.
50) A small tree, with sparse and bright leaves of phoenix tree shaking like golden bells in the sun.
5 1) Our old sun filled the air like golden ash, and the slightly choking golden ash rubbed into my eyes, making me dizzy.
52) Qiao Qi seems to be sleeping in a cigarette shop. For thirty years, she wore a gold cangue. She killed several people with that heavy flail horn, and those who didn't die also lost half their lives. She knows that her son and daughter hate her, her husband's family hates her, and her family hates her.
Looking out through the glass window, there is a moon in the dark clouds, one black and one white, like a dramatic ferocious face of Zhang Fuyou. Little by little, the moon slowly came out of the clouds, and there was a light under the clouds, which was the eyes under the mask. The sky is deep blue.
54) Qiao Qi seems to have hung a cold pearl curtain in front of her eyes. A gust of wind blew and clung tightly to her face. When the wind stopped, she sucked it back. Before the air penetrated, the wind came again, and she was ashamed to cover it up-cold and hot, and she just shed tears.
55) After a gust of wind, a white cold day appeared between the fluffy balls on the curtain, and a row of small holes were made in the warm darkness of the room.
56) There is a tree in the middle of the yard. The dead branches of a tree are printed high in the light blue sky, like ice lines on porcelain.
57) On the upper corner of the glass window, the shrinking shadow of a policeman in the alley was faintly reflected, swinging his arm and strolling past, and a rickshaw quietly ran over the policeman. The child tucked the robe into his trousers and kicked the ball all the way over the edge of the glass. The postman in green rode a bicycle, copied it on the patrolman and passed by.