[2] He never talks at home. He is a lonely bystander. He looked at them coldly. Excessive disdain and indifference made his eyes pale blue, the blue of stones and the blue of figures on the morning frost.
[3] beyond reproach: it means that it is done perfectly, and there is nothing to criticize.
Ququda-Quda: one of the figures of speech. Chen Jiebai's Rhetoric: "Qu Da is the expression of the song, which should be outspoken but not outspoken. It should be judged and constantly determined, decorated with its tone, and expressed in various euphemistic and tortuous words, which makes the article unique and tortuous."
unbreakable: you can't break it no matter how you beat it. The theory of metaphor is completely correct and will not be refuted.
Vast expanse: The evening sky is watery and vast ...
Vast expanse: 1. Gentle and polite; Kindness and harmony. 2, charming, rich. 3, soft and round.
[4] The pointed dome of a Russian chapel is like a pale green garlic soaked in vinegar in a glass jar in the fog-like rain in Mao Mao.
[5] He also has a long black hair, which is herringbone-shaped on his cheeks, like a ghost, not a ghost in Liaozhai, but a ghost in the righteous burial, where white ants got out and got in.
[6] It happened that only her sister Lydia was at home that day, a romantic and casual girl, who looked just like her, except that there was too much baking powder, and her hair was staggered and not as neat as her.
[1] When dad has money ... he has to have a lot of money, so he will spend it on his daughter's tuition-her college diploma was the most arrogant luxury.
[2] He didn't speak fluently enough. He spat out word by word carefully, just like eating dates at a grand banquet, slowly spitting the nucleus into a small silver spoon, and then sneaking it on one side of the plate. If he was not careful, the nucleus slipped directly into the plate from the corner of his mouth, jingled and lost his instrument.
[3] She is getting thinner day by day. Her face is like white satin on a bone lattice, and snuff falls on the satin in her eyes, burning into two hot holes. The more urgent the better.
[4] Now, however, she has died inch by inch, and this lovely world has died inch by inch. Everything she sees and touches with her fingers dies immediately. If she doesn't exist, these things don't exist.
[5] Chuan Chang thought she was an insignificant ordinary girl at first, but since she got sick, she has been thinking to herself all day long, and her self-concept has gradually expanded. Huge self and this rotten and beautiful world, two corpses are tied back to back, you fall on me, I fall on you and sink.
[6] People everywhere looked at her in horror as if she were a monster. The death she wants is poetic and touching, but there is no pity in people's eyes. She remembered two poems often found in her classmate's yearbook: "Laugh, and the whole world will laugh with you;" If you cry, you will cry alone. "
[7] As soon as Chuan Chang released her hand, her two braids wriggled and slowly separated themselves. She turned away from her face on the pillow, closed her eyes, and her face was as white as paper, but she could see her eyelids beating there, as if the wind leaked into the paper window to blow the trembling candle.
[1] Jade Qing's face is smooth and open, like a new bed; Add the weight of sorrow, just like someone sat down on the bed.
[2] There seems to be teeth in Tang Qian's laughing voice, and when she heads together, she seems to bite you gently as a joke, and then it hurts.
[3] The band played the wedding March, and the splendid procession of the bride and groom, the man and the woman came in slowly. There is a kind and poetic feeling in the breathless expectation at that moment; The pink and yellow women's beach is like a dawn cloud, the men in black dresses are like the shadow of a swallow flying slowly in the clouds, and the white bride with half-closed eyes is like a corpse that has not woken up in the morning of resurrection, with a convergent light. All this came with the music that was promoted and promoted.
[4] The elderly ladies stand quietly in the back, smiling cautiously, as if they still have a negative importance even though they are pushed out of the attention circle, like a stamp on a picture, without which they would not be top grade.
[1] Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. Married a red rose, over time, the red one changed into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed"; Married a white rose, the white one is a rice stick on the clothes, but the red one is a Zhu Shazhi on the heart.
[2] Zhenbao reached under her velvet coat to hug her, and her young body seemed to jump out of her clothes through sour and cool rhinestones, silvery silk flower and many exquisite and cumbersome things. Zhenbao kissed her, and she shed tears all over her face. Whether he cried or she cried, neither of them understood.
[3] Two fallen leaves blown by the wind tread like a whore that no one wears, and walk on their own.
[4] When a man looks forward to a woman's body, he cares about her soul and deceives himself that he is in love with her soul. Only after occupying her body can he forget her soul.
[5] She didn't know it, but she took a shower and put on a set of pajamas. It was a coat chair made of sand cage cloth, which was often worn by overseas Chinese in Nanyang. The flowers printed on the sand cage cloth were dark, but I didn't know whether it was a dragon snake or a plant, and the vines were climbing, and the orange was green in Wujin. It darkens the night in the room. This hall looks like a train in the dark yellow light, driving from a foreign land to a foreign land. The woman on the train met by chance, but she was an amiable woman.
[6] The most tempting combination is the baby's mind and the beauty of a mature woman.
[7] Zhenbao has never seen her smile so reserved, just like a movie star, motionless as a sapphire, only letting the changing lights cause fluctuating light and shadow in the depths of the gem.
[8] It's not dark yet, and the neon lights are already on. It looks very fake in the sky, like jewels worn by actors.
[9] Her whiteness separates her from the bad things around her, like a white screen in a hospital, but at the same time, things in books are also separated.
[1] A few unfinished words hung in the air like many pendulums, ticking at different speeds, each with its own way of reasoning, and reaching its climax by inference. When the bell rang at different times, Zhenbao felt that the room was full of her voice, although she was silent for a long time.
[11] little white cloud is floating in the blue sky. People selling flutes in the street play flutes there. The soft and twisted songs of the East twist out, like the dream drawn in the illustrations of Xiu Xiang's novels. A wisp of white gas comes out of the tent and swells up. There are all kinds of fairyland in it, which stretches out like a lazy snake. Later, because of being too sleepy, even the dream falls asleep.
[12] He put on his slippers and stood at the window looking out. The rain has dropped a lot, and the lent has stopped. The street became a river, and a street lamp was reflected in the water waves, like a series of platinum arrows that disappeared after shooting. The car passed by, and "Pula Pula" dragged the white rotten waves, which spread like a peacock screen and covered the shadow of the street lamp. Venus gradually emerged from the white peacock screen, the peacock's tail grew longer and thinner, and the car passed, leaving the platinum arrow iron, which disappeared when it was shot on the dark yellow river, and disappeared when it was shot.
[1] rickshaws are pulled all the way over, and the sky on the long street is like a bottomless ditch, and a ditch at the junction of Yin and Yang separates the home from the theater. There are street lamps hanging high on the head, and the iron cover with a deep mouth shines in a white, three white sections and dazzling white. The people on the rickshaw slipped silently, with street lamps on their heads, one after another, and the moon in the underworld floated in the bottomless sewer, one after another.
[1] She blushed and lowered her voice. She raised her handkerchief, and this time she really wiped her eyes, and new tears kept coming out, but they didn't fall down, and they stood out brilliantly, like a child drinking soda, which could not be swallowed twice, and was contained in her mouth, with her left cheek protruding to her right cheek and big bubbles blowing out from her lips.
[2] The window of my room is facing the western sun in spring. The shade of dark green lacquered cloth was half up, and the wind blew it high, shaking the Xiao Mu pendant at the end of the rope. The faded pale red curtains are tightly sucked on the golden iron fence, which is like a clam shell and a sail. The scarlet is in the sun shadow and the crimson is in the shadow. Hey! It floated away again, revealing a faint blue sky and white clouds.
[3] She came out. It was already night, and it was drizzling with silver. It was always dark, and everything was faint. In the light gray night, a house with light yellow and gray appeared, and the street was like a mirror with light black. I haven't lit a lamp yet. I can only see a lamp in the distance. It goes out in a flash.
[1] Looking out from the back balcony of a high-rise building, the city has become a wilderness. There are countless red and gray roofs, all of which are back yards, back windows and back halls. Even the sky has turned its back, and it is so gloomy that it is still so hot after the August Festival. I don't know what it is. There are many voices floating below, all kinds of cars, patting carpets, ringing bells in the school hall, craftsmen beating and sawing, and motors buzzing, but they are all in a trance. It seems that they are not in God's heart, but they just fall on deaf ears.
[2] Their male owners are the wind, running around, causing a lot of dust, while their female owners are carved flowers on mahogany, collecting dust specially, so that they can't wipe it all day long.
[3] In the evening, there was a layer of white fog in the city, and the rickshaw in the fog came far away, especially slowly, and slowly passed by; The car lights and bicycle bells are all converging, which is extremely slight, as if Shanghai is also a Forbidden City.
[4] It began to rain, and the bamboo curtains were dripping, as if the bamboo poles were dreaming of their former leaves.
[5] It's raining harder and harder. The sky suddenly turned to face, with a dark face, and everything in the city fled in panic. In the dark, bells rang and lightning hurried away. Painful blue, white and purple, one bright and one bright, shines into the kitchen. The glass window was forced to sink in.
[6] The crying is getting lower and lower, but the outdoor wind and rain are rising like the tide, shouting; Then there was a burst of crying in the dead silence, and then there was a burst of wind and rain, which made each other guilty, like the sound effect added too obviously on the stage.
[7] In the movie, a woman somehow pushed the window and stepped out of the stormy street. She ran around in the rain, and no matter where she went, there was always a basin of water on the floor aimed at her and poured down.
[8] The weather is cold and gray, and there are shady trees on both sides of the street, quietly one by one, like telephone poles, without any thoughts. Each tree is surrounded by a small pool of green fallen leaves, which at first glance looks like a reflection.
[1] Mrs. Bao went in for massage, and everyone was silent for a while. Mrs. Tong's sitting in a fight is a safe sorrow. Her eyes are red, and her mouth is just sucking and sucking, making an old and cold sound. The floor under her feet has become a black and white square brick floor in the kitchen, and the whole world is like a damp rag. The wall clock on the inner wall is ticking, minute by minute, and the time of civilized people is divided into small squares; Far away, I heard the crow of chickens at noon, slightly one or two, as if there were no people for thousands of miles.
[2] The windows of the clinic are closed, and the scraps of old yellow newspapers are sealed and torn. It was a white cloudy day outside, and the color was like a layer of cellophane on a glass window.
[3] It's a white sky, the water is overcast, and the autumn leaves are palm-sized with sycamore trees. Huang Cui is transparent, just outside the glass window. A row of old red brick houses across the street, although it was cloudy, were crowded and still hung a balcony full of clothes. A cat covered with dark clouds and snow walked on the roof, only to see its black back, connected with its tail like a snake, slowly fluctuating. Soon, it appeared outside the balcony again, walking slowly along the withered, not looking left or right; It belongs to it, and it slowly walks by.
life has gone by itself.
[1] The drizzly weather is like a big brown and black dog, furry and wet, and its cold black nose can't be sniffed on people's faces.
[2] A semi-old clock, with a rectangular red case, a dark gold face, and extremely thin long and short hands, hissed and walked, and I couldn't see what time it was.
[3] Looking back, I saw the balcony and Mr. Mi's back. The half-bald back of his head was connected with his fat neck. Across Mr. Mi, a remnant rainbow appeared in the light blue sky, short and straight, red, yellow, purple and orange. The sun shines on the balcony; The sun color on the dried cement, the delayed goldfish is both instantaneous and delayed.
[4] out of the alley, there are few pedestrians in the street, such as going back to the Qing morning. This area is full of pale yellow powder walls, which are dark because of the humidity. The small sycamore trees planted along the street, and the yellow leaves of a tree, like winter jasmine, are blooming brilliantly, and the small yellow trees reflect the dark gray walls, which are particularly bright. The leaves are on the treetops. See how far it flies in a big arc and gets ahead of people.
[5] Born in this world, there is no feeling that is not full of holes. However, Dunfeng and Mr. Mi are still in love on their way home.
[1] She put her hands in the pockets of a black coat with small sleeves on her flat shoulders, and looked down at the chair with too deep flesh-colored thread, pointed shoes, left foot and right circumference under the blue cloth gown. Seeing the street from myself, it's very cold. The rickshaw pullers were covered with Fang Gezi carpets, and their necks were shrinking, and they wandered around humanely, as if they were enduring a bubble of urine. There are two red-brown sycamore trees with leaves, and the Jiao Hong is small and clear. Little by little, the whole tree looks exquisite and light. In winter, the roads are extremely clean, the yellow and gray ground is pale and white, but the sky above is white and dark, although it is only two or three o'clock in the afternoon. A tram passed by, and the passengers inside were crowded askew. However, a large bundle of white poplars, called white poplars by the florist, was poked out of the third-class window, which looked like the residual snow on the dead branches from a distance.
[2] She's barely dressed. She is a long body, with a narrow chest in the middle grave, an oval face, oily and yellow forehead, and a pink circle on her cheeks, but the heart of the circle is white. You look so good. It's almost rustic.
[3] He stood in front of her, as if he were transparent. She saw him straight, and there was no one there for thousands of miles-there was such a desert air in her eyes.
[4] There was a chartered car in front of the door, and a red and green feather broom was inserted in the backrest, swaying in the cold wind, and it passed. In the dead of winter afternoon, because the world is too dim, a little color appears naked and particularly bright.
[5] Shanghai city has become novel and ridiculous. After several bicycles, the cyclists are hunched, their necks are narrowed, and they hold their breath and drill through the wind. People in cold weather are a little funny. Walking on the road, one by one also bent down, the upper body stretched out far away, only beads, she felt that she was standing towering, with a kind of awe-inspiring beauty.
[6] It's already dark, and the street lights haven't been lit yet. I don't know why, there is a strange yellow sand on the road, and pedestrians can see clearly.
[7] Her hoarse throat is easily out of control, and she looks like an inferior person. As she speaks louder, she suddenly choked. She picked up the hand cage to cover her face and turned her head to the left.