Rubbing, squandering, blurring, blurring, trance, tenacity, purity, simplicity, encouragement
Fiery, hot, booming, red, green, sweaty, watery, brushed, slithery
Knotted, drowsy, grand, gilded, inexplicable, hot, steaming
Self-indulgent, hidden, unoffending, shining, dreamy, grit, gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash. Dim and bright
Motionless, timeless, all around, whimsical, surprising, three clicks, two clicks, delicious
Drowsy, sweaty, profuse, unable to stop laughing, elated, inexplicable, mesmerized, made to measure
Grimacing, pathetic, logical, hairless, by-the-numbers, nothing more, nothing less
The moon looked like it was still and floating ...... Under the moonlight, Sang Sang saw Jiang Yilun and the white sparrow from a distance. Jiang Yilun leaned on an admonished tree, using the same most graceful posture. The White Sparrow was sitting there. The White Sparrow did not look at Jiang Yilun, resting his chin on his hands, tilting his head slightly, looking toward the sky. The moon illuminated the tops of the rushes with its silver luster, as if it gently enclosed Jiang Yilun and White Sparrow in a dreamy world.
When Sang Qiao carried Sang Sang on his back and stepped through the loose straw into the schoolyard, Sang Sang saw the paper moon standing under the sycamore tree: her hair was already wet with rainwater, a few strands of it were plastered to her forehead by the rain, and her thin, rounded chin was dripping with bright raindrops.
Outside the window was the river. Sangsang sat at the window and continued to eat lotus root in a small amount of water while looking out the window. There was a pole on the bank and a light on the pole. Sangsang saw the rain under the light, falling diagonally into the river, and saw the small patch of water illuminated by the light, letting the rain water out of a small half-light, half-dark water bubbles. He seemed to be eating the root, but after half a dozen times, the section of root was still the same.
Wen Youju can sing, his voice is soft and distant, containing both a sadness and a backbone and resilience ...... that makes one's heart tremble. This is a small red clay stove, looks very small. At this moment, the charcoal was burning so vigorously that looking through the gap under the medicine pot, one could see a ball of charcoal, as brightly colored as an egg yolk, and the walls of the stove seemed to be burned to the point of melting into a golden, flowing clay paste.
The black tiled pot that stood on the stove was rustic in shape, but seemed to be very elaborate, with a crude body, complete with a spout that was curved in a superior way and a very chic handle. The medicine had already been boiled. The lid of the pot is half-open, and the steam pushes the lid so that it bounces rhythmically on the mouth of the pot. The steam rose into the air in wisps and then faded throughout the hut, filling it with a mind-clearing, medicinal scent.
A very, very large mulberry field. The endless mulberry trees, with their flourishing leaves, could smell the distinctive fragrance of the mulberry leaves from afar before they even walked in. There is not a trace of wind, a mulberry tree, as if it is still.
Mulberry looked at this block by block of grass houses, and in a haze of tears, they connected into a large golden color. The pigeons seemed to know that their master would leave them for good early in the morning, and circled the air. Finally, they joined head to tail, as if forming a huge white wreath that swirled high and low around Sangsang.
Autumn winds were blowing, and the summer heat had gone, and the fourteen-year-old boy, Sangsang, climbed onto the roof of the tallest of the grass houses in the middle of the Yau Ma Tei Primary School. He sat on the ridge of the roof, Yaumatei Primary School for the first time all at once into the bottom of his eyes. Autumn white clouds, gentle as a fluffy, long distance; Sycamore tree leaves, is flickering in the autumn wind fluttering down. The boy Sangsang, suddenly felt like crying, so they whimpered.
Sangsang suddenly upset, because, he saw his own appearance: no shoes, two bare feet dirty; pants are barely hanging by the hip bone, a trouser drooped in the foot, while the other trouser is rolled up to the knee above; lab coat because of a fight, missing buttons, and two small pockets, one has been torn only a little bit of connectivity.
One afternoon in early winter, the north wind was blowing harder and harder, and by the time school was out, the weather had quickly turned gloomy. The pigeons in Sangsang's house were frightened and immediately left the field, flew up to the sky, and then fluttered back to the grass house like dry leaves blown by the gale.
He looked toward the sky, which was as clean as water. The moon seems to be still, but also seems to be floating ...... moonlight, Sang Sang saw Jiang Yilun and the white sparrow from afar. Jiang Yilun leaned on an admonished tree, using the same most graceful posture. The white finch was sitting there instead. The white finch was sitting there. The white finch didn't look at Jiang Yilun, resting his chin on his hands, tilting his head slightly, looking toward the sky. The moon illuminated the tops of the rushes with silver zephyrs glittering, as if Jiang Yilun and the white finch were gently surrounded in a dreamy world.
Sang Sang looked at the blocks of grass houses, and in a haze of tears they joined together into a vast expanse of gold.
Before the tomb, there was a large area of Ai, all of which had been moved from the original Ai field, and surprisingly none of them had died because the children had come to water them every day. They are straight up, in the wind blowing from the field shaking the bamboo, all day long exudes their unique aroma. There is no true love anywhere in life, and in <Grass House>, I saw the true love of another person in tears.
Finally, they are linked at the head and tail, as if forming a huge white wreath, revolving around Sangsang high and low. Grass House Good Words and Sentences. Sang Sang's ears were filled with the sound made by the nice pigeon feathers cutting through the air. He couldn't stop the metal-like white light from flashing before his eyes. On this morning in August, 1961, many adults and children in Yau Ma Tei saw the great whirling white wreath in the air...
The black tiled pot that stood on the stove was earthy in shape, but seemed very well made, with a rough, simple body, complete with an elegantly curved spout and a very chic handle.
Seventy-seven and forty-nine days passed, and the bald crane's head remained motionless.
Bald Crane should have been called Lu Crane, but because he was a complete little baldy, the children of Yau Ma Tei, they all called him Bald Crane.
With that, Bald Crane's bald head reflected the bright light of the cigarette in his father's hand.
A big, big mulberry field. A vast expanse of mulberry trees, tree branches and leaves, not yet entered, far away from the smell of mulberry leaves unique fragrance. There is not a trace of wind, a mulberry tree, as if it is still.
Outside the window was the river. Sangsang sat at the window and continued to eat lotus root in a small amount of water while looking out the window. There was a pole on the bank and a light on the pole. Sangsang saw the rain under the light, falling diagonally into the river, and saw the small patch of water illuminated by the light, letting the rain water out of a small half-light, half-dark water bubbles. He seemed to be eating the root, but after half a dozen times, the section of root was still the same.
It was an August morning in 1961, when the autumn winds began to blow and the summer heat was gone, when Sangsang, a fourteen-year-old boy, climbed onto the roof of the tallest of the grass houses in the middle of the Yau Ma Tei Primary School. He sat on the ridge of the roof, Yaumatei Primary School for the first time all at once into the bottom of his eyes. Autumn white clouds, gentle as a fluffy, long distance, sycamore withered leaves, is in the autumn wind flickering fluttering down. The boy, Sang Sang, suddenly felt like crying, so he whimpered. Early tomorrow morning, a big wooden boat, in the oil hemp ground has not yet woken up, will carry him and his home, far away from here - he will forever bid farewell to this golden straw house with his companions.
Wen Youju will sing, the voice is soft and far away, contains both a sadness, but also contains a let a person's soul trembling backbone and resilience ...... This is a small red clay stove, the look is very small. At this time, the charcoal is burning very strong, from the gap under the medicine pot, you can see a grain of charcoal ball, like an egg yolk as brightly colored, the stove wall seems to be burned to the verge of melting into a golden yellow flowing mud paste.
White pigeons were circling in the sky, it was some of the best fall sunshine, and the flocks glided through the sky, filling the air with a fascinating white light. The little guys, who had actually developed a desire to perform after meeting a stranger, glided through the air in a dashing and graceful display of wings or did collective swoops and weaves.
There was not a breath of wind, and the mulberry trees seemed to be standing still.
The setting sun was reflecting its afterglow into the sky, turning the thin horse standing on top of the pile of bricks into a thin strip. The afterglow blended with the color of the red bricks and dyed the fine horse a thick earthy red ......
When Sang Qiao carried Sang Sang stepping over the soft straw into the campus, Sang Sang saw Paper Moon standing under the sycamore tree:Her hair was already wet from the rain, and a few of the strands of it were plastered by the rain on her forehead, and on her thin, rounded chin, was dripping bright crystal rain drops.
Standing on the stove, the black tiled pot, the shape of the rustic, but also seems to be very sophisticated, simple body, with a curved spout and a very chic handle. The medicine had already been boiled. The lid of the pot is half-open, and the steam pushes the lid so that it bounces rhythmically on the mouth of the pot. The steam rose into the air in wisps and then faded throughout the hut, filling it with a mind-clearing, medicinal scent.
White Sparrow was still the same, only she seemed to have slimmed down a bit. As soon as she appeared in Sangsang's field of vision, Sangsang felt that heaven and earth were suddenly much brighter. White Sparrow walked, still with the same light pace. She gently grasped the long, black braid with both hands, which had been placed in front of her chest, and one side of her headscarf was blown up by the wind in the village alley.
The purity of the white color of the children's hair was a sight to behold. With Bald Crane's confident demeanor, the children had nothing to think about but to watch in silence. But after only two days, they were no longer willing to look at the crane respectfully, and they had the desire to take off the hat and take a look at the head of the crane. They were not used to not seeing the head for a few days, and felt that it was an indispensable point in their days.
Winter passed, and Hosoma was able to understand the "difficult" language of the Yaumatei people. However, he still didn't go to school. One is because, Qiu Erma did not offer to let him go to school again, two is fine horse think, he pulled a semester of class, with is impossible to keep up, unless repeat the grade, and fine horse is not willing to do so disgraceful. Fine horse still herd his sheep. Though Tiny Horse didn't like herding sheep in his heart of hearts.
Not many days later, the saplings timidly poked their heads out, swaying joyfully in the still-cool wind. This image reminded Grandma Qin of the wheat saplings that were also swaying joyfully in this season. She wanted to use her walking stick to whip the saplings that grew on her land-she felt that they were mocking her with their eyebrows
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