She can wither or wither, no matter what, but as long as I look at her, all kinds of tenderness will come to my mind.

Precocious girl

If I wasn't my own audience, I thought I was in love with him.

Precocious girl

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. Look. Li. Tower.

Precocious girl

Maybe I never loved him, but I just loved fairy tales.

Precocious girl

I love her the most, and I am as sure as I will die. Once upon a time, the flower-like enchantress returned to her hometown with only a dead leaf, pale, vulgar and swollen wife. The flesh and blood in her belly belongs to others, but I love her. She can fade, no matter what, but I just look at her and feel so gentle.

Precocious girl

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!

? Nabokov's Lolita

Although we had quarreled, although her words were vulgar, although she was critical and always changed color, although all this was despicable, dangerous and hopeless, I was still intoxicated in the paradise of my choice? The sky in heaven is full of the color of hell fire? But it's still heaven

? Nabokov's Lolita

At this time, the child's laughter came from the ear. What makes me disheartened is not that there is no Lolita around me, but that there is no Lolita in my laughter.

Precocious girl

I stroked the stinging place on my sternum, and her hair-covered head leaned against my heart once or twice.

? Nabokov's Lolita

I looked at her, looked and looked. 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.

Precocious girl

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.

Precocious girl

He tore up my heart, and you just tore up my life.

Precocious girl

My heart will burst with the pain of love.

Precocious girl

I covered my face with my hand, and the hot tears flowed down 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 will die. ? I said.

Precocious girl

? I looked at her, looked and looked. It used to be as enchanting as a flower, but now it's just a dead bone returning home. Pale and swollen wife, vulgar, with someone else's flesh and blood in her belly. 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. ?

Precocious girl

Then there is regret, tenderness when crying for atonement, servile love, and despair of emotional repair.

Precocious girl

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.

Precocious girl

My only resentment is that I can't take out my Lolita's heart, I can't put greedy lips in her tender uterus, her secret heart, her gorgeous liver, her Sargasso-like lungs and her two lovely hips.

Precocious girl

I looked at her, looked and looked. My whole life, heart and soul. I love her the most, and I am as sure as I am dead. At that time, the flower witch, now only dead leaves are left to go home. Pale, vulgar, swollen wife, 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.

Precocious girl

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.

Precocious girl

Now I think of the European bison and angels, the eternal secret of pigments, the prophetic sonnets and the refuge of art.

Precocious girl

The moral sense in human nature is an obligation, and we must give the soul a sense of beauty.

Lolita

Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire. My sin, my soul.

Lolita

She might fade and wither.-I don't care. As long as I see her face, I will still go crazy because of gentleness.

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.

Precocious girl

You can laugh at me and threaten me to be expelled from the court, but I will still shout out my truth until I suffocate and die.

Precocious girl

Pale and swollen wife, 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.

Precocious girl

If I don't be my own audience and think I'm in love with him, I'll leave my red dancing shoes. I don't care, Lolita.

Precocious girl

I'm thinking about bison and angels, the eternal secret of paint, the sonnets of the prophet and the refuge of art.

This is eternity that you and I can enjoy, my Lolita.

Lolita;