2, pale, bloated, vulgar, belly is someone else's flesh and blood, but I love her. She can fade, fade, whatever. But as long as I look at her, all kinds of tenderness come to my mind.
3. Are all girls of this age sexy? Of course not. Otherwise, those of us who are familiar with this way, those of us who are lonely passers-by, and those of us who are addicted to sex and flowers have long been crazy.
She can wither, wither or something, but as long as I look at her, all kinds of tenderness will come to my mind.
If I am not my own audience, I think I am in love with him.
6. She will get old and fade, but I don't care. As long as I see her, all kinds of tenderness will still come to my mind.
7. This is eternity that you and I can enjoy, my Lolita.
8, so I thought to myself, how can those loyal little people forget everything, everything, when we old lovers are still cherishing every inch of their beauty.
9. I melted in the sun and the book in my hand became a fig leaf.
10, Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire. My sin, my soul.
1 1, because what I hate most in this world is group activities. It seems that people with thick hair and naked bodies are mixed with more and more people in an ordinary way and take a bath together.
12, we live not only in the world of thought, but also in the world of matter.
13, I'm thinking about bison and angels, the eternal secret of paint, the sonnets of the prophet, and the refuge of art.
14 all I know is that I'm sure she left me forever.
15, don't cry, I'm sorry, you must understand, I'm sorry I lied to you so much, but this is life.
16, empty talk without experience is meaningless.
17, followed by regret, tenderness when crying for atonement, servile love, and despair of emotional repair.
18, you can laugh at me and threaten to be expelled from the court, but I will still shout out my truth until I suffocate.
19. When Dancel Street was decorated with yellow, green and red in spring, Lolita threw herself hopelessly into the performance.
Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my sin and my soul.
2 1, my heart will burst with the pain of love.
22. I looked at her and looked at it again and again. I love her most all my life. I am as sure as I am that I will die. She can fade, wither or something. But I only took one look at her, and all the tenderness welled up in my heart.
I love you. I am a monster, but I love you. I'm mean, rude, cruel, and so on. But I love you, I love you!
We expect our friends to follow this or that logical traditional model that we set for them. We have arranged all this in our minds. The less chance we have to meet a person at ordinary times, the more satisfied we will be when we hear about him and check how much he agrees with our views on him. Any behavior that deviates from our established destiny will make us feel not only abnormal, but also immoral.
25. At this time, children's laughter rang out in my ears. What makes me disheartened is not that there is no Lolita around me, but that there is no Lolita in my laughter.
26. I looked at her and watched it again and again. It used to be as enchanting as a flower, but now only bones are left to go home. Pale, bloated, vulgar, with someone else's flesh in his stomach. But I love her. She can fade, fade, whatever. But as long as I look at her, all kinds of tenderness come to my mind.
27. I love you I am a monster, but I love you.
28. I love her the most, and I am as sure as I will die. The enchantress who used to be like a flower is now only dead leaves, pale, vulgar and bloated. The flesh and blood in her belly belongs to others, but I love her. She can fade or fade, whatever, but I just look at her and feel so gentle.
29. Although we had quarreled, although her language was vulgar, although she was critical and always changed color, although all this was mean, dangerous and hopeless, I was still intoxicated with the paradise I chose-the sky in paradise was full of the color of hell fire-but it was still paradise.
30. I stroked my sternum and it stung me, that is, her hair-covered head leaned against my heart once or twice.
3 1, every step you take in the mottled sunshine seems to ring the most secret and sensitive strings in my despicable body.
32. In an instant, we fell madly in love, clumsily, without shyness and pain. At the same time, this is hopeless, I must add; Because of the madness of mutual possession, we can only calm down each other's souls and every molecule of * * through real sucking.
My only resentment is that I can't take out my Lolita's heart, I can't put my greedy lips into her immature uterus, her secret heart, her gorgeous liver, her Sargasso-like lungs and her two lovely hips.
Whenever I look back on my youth, those days are like white snowflakes in the morning of a snowstorm, blown away by the strong wind.
35, but I love her, she can fade, fade, casually; But I only took one look at her, and I felt tender in my heart.
36. However, I am Humbert Humbert, tall and thin, with thick joints, chest hair like sheep, thick black eyebrows and strange accent. Behind his childish elegant smile, there is an evil devil like a sewage ditch.
37. I am thinking about the bison and angels in Europe, the eternal secret of pigments, the sonnets of the prophet, and the refuge of art. This is what I think, the eternity I can enjoy with you, my Lolita.
38. Now I think of the European bison and angels, the eternal secret of pigments, the prophetic sonnets and the refuge of art.
39, she can wither, can wither, casually, but as long as I look at her, all kinds of tenderness will come to mind. Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of desire, my sin, my soul.
40. He tore my heart, but you just tore my life.
4 1, my beauty leaned down and lay down, showing me my 1000 pairs of bloodshot eyes, her shoulder blades slightly raised, her buds bent along her spine, the swelling of her tight black buttocks, and her student sister's thighs.
42. People can't hide three things: cough, poverty and love. You want to hide the broken glass. People should not squander three things: body, money and love; You want to splurge, but it's not worth the loss. People can't keep three things, time, life and love; You want to stay, but you are drifting away. There are three things that people should not remember, disaster, death and love; You want to remember, but it's miserable.
Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire. My sin, my soul. One step of Li Luoyi: the tip of the tongue goes up, divided into three steps, and gently falls on the teeth from the upper jaw.
44. I looked at her and looked at it again and again. I know, just as I know I'm going to die, I love her so much that I can't imagine anything on earth. She used to be a witch, but now she looks like a dead leaf. But I love her, this Lolita, pale, bloated, vulgar, pregnant with someone else's child, she can wither and wither, I don't care, but I just need to look at her and feel so gentle.
45. I looked at her and looked at it again and again. My whole life, heart and soul. I love her the most, as sure as I am, as sure as I am dying. At that time, the flower witch, now only dead leaves are left to go home. Pale, vulgar, bloated, belly is someone else's flesh and blood. But I love her. She can fade, fade, whatever. But as long as I look at her, I feel so gentle.
46. In the morning, she is Luo, an ordinary Luo, wearing socks and standing four feet ten inches tall. When she puts on slacks, she is Lola. She is Dolly at school. When she officially signed it, it was dolores. But in my arms, she will always be Lolita. Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire. My sin, my soul.
47. I covered my face with my hand, and the hot tears fell for the first time. I felt tears running through my fingers, running down my cheeks and burning me. My nose is blocked, but my tears can't stop. At this moment, she gently touched my wrist. "Don't touch me again, or I'll die." I said.
48. Then there is a mysterious mountain peak with the outline of a table, then the red cliff with blue dots of pine oil, and then the mountain boundary. Yellow brown gradually becomes blue, and blue gradually becomes fantasy. Then we are greeted by a desert, which will be hidden in the flower base destroyed by strong winds along the expressway, with strong sandstorms, gray thorns and imitation white flowers.
49. The moral sense in human nature is an obligation to give the soul a sense of beauty.
There must be a lake there. There must be a gazebo among the flowers. There must be a natural spirit-a tiger chasing birds in the sky and a suffocating snake wrapped around the skinned trunk of a pig. There must be a sultan, the monarch of the kingdom of * *, whose face shows great pain (at the same time, it is covered by his caress). At this moment, he is helping a slave girl climb the agate column. There must be those shiny beads with red gonads, stepping on the milky side of the jukebox. There must be a variety of camp activities as a medium, such as canoeing, dancing, combing curly hair in the sun. There must be poplars, apple trees and suburban Sundays. There must be a fire opal melting in the rippling pool water, the last tremor, the last touch of color, stinging red, fierce powder, a sigh, a shrinking child. ;