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David copperfield's famous saying
Her shadow is my refuge from disappointment and pain.

Love transcends all worldly considerations. ...

By that time, the tide had ebbed, so he went with the flow.

A contented hut is better than a heartless palace. Where there is love, there is everything.

No one can do well in constant misfortune, pain and trouble.

Pi Guoti's eyes are dark, the parts around them are dark, and his cheeks and arms are hard and red. I often feel strange that birds peck at apples instead of at her.

Don't let a little misunderstanding wither the flowers in spring. Flowers in spring germinate and wither, and can no longer bloom. Fountains under the sun should not be blocked because of half-heartedness; The fertile soil of the Sahara desert should not be tilled lazily.

She reminds me of a fierce thing, dragging its chain up and down on a familiar road, exhausting its strength bit by bit.

Not only do I love her deeply, I am completely soaked. For example, the love squeezed out of me is enough to drown anyone; But what I left inside and outside is enough to soak my whole existence.

Mr. Sharp is the chief teacher, and his level is higher than that of Mr. Meyer. Mr Meyer has dinner with his students, while Mr Sharp and Mr Crick have breakfast and dinner together. He is weak and looks a little tired, I think so. His nose is very big, and his head is always tilted to one side, as if it were too heavy for him. His hair is smooth and curly, but the first student who returned to school told me that it was a wig (or students said it was a second-hand wig), and Mr. Sharp curled it once every Saturday afternoon.

In this cruel world, love must endure hardships, as it did in the past and as it will in the future. ..... The heart trapped in the cobweb will burst eventually, and then love will get revenge.

"Ah, the smoke is going away," Piguti said-I mean our Piguti-"Besides, the smoke not only makes you feel bad, but also makes us feel bad."

I picked up a hand as heavy as lead and put it on my chest. Except for his mother's occasional groan, it seems that the whole world has fallen into death and silence.

That face is full of regret and sadness, that tears flow down like rain, that silent plea is as frightening as me, and that solemnly raised hand reaches into the sky!

Inner pain and worry, for a certain character, is worth a certain age.

I suddenly fell into the abyss of love. I didn't hesitate to stand on the edge of the cliff-I didn't bow my head and didn't look back. I plunged in and said nothing to her.

She has the most beautiful little voice, the most interesting little smile and the most pleasant and moving little gestures, which makes an obsessed young man become a diehard slave. Everything about her is very small. I think the smaller the cuter.

The mother lying in the grave is my childhood mother. The little thing in her arms is myself. I used to be like that, but I never made a sound in her arms.

The youth in memory is more vivid than the youth that I or anyone has always treasured, and everything precious in youth will never disappear in memory.

I hope that true love and loyalty will eventually be stronger than all the evils or misfortunes in the world.

Oh, God forgive you, Steve! I will never touch that negative hand in love and friendship again. Never, never touch it again.

Mature love, respect and loyalty are not easy to show. Its voice is very low. It is humble and yielding, it lurks, waits, and waits. Ripe fruit is like this. Sometimes life is gone, and love is still waiting for maturity in the dark.

I slept in the cradle, my mother slept in the bed, and Bessie Trowood Copperfield stayed in that place full of dreams and fantasies forever, that vast area I visited not long ago. The light that shines on our bedroom window also shines on the last resting place of passers-by in this world, and on the dusty soil that does not belong to me without him.

It is our house that appears in the clouds. In my opinion, it is not new, but it is familiar, just as I remember it in my early years. The first floor is Pigotti's kitchen, and the kitchen door leads to the backyard. There is a pole in the middle of the backyard, and there is a pigeon house on the pole, but there are no pigeons living in it; There is a kennel in the corner of the yard, but there is no dog in it; A group of poultry, which I think is terribly tall, always swagger and walk around angrily. There is a rooster who always flies to the top of the post to crow. Whenever I look at it from the kitchen window, it seems to pay special attention to me. It looks so fierce that I tremble. There is a flock of geese near the courtyard gate. Every time I go there, they craned their necks and waddled behind me. As a result, just as people trapped by wild animals meet lions in their dreams, I dream about these geese at night.