2. I am always looking forward, and seeming to be afraid, amazed at everything, and ready for it; and I float, and my imagination rides around some of the same images as the swifts circle around the bell-tower at dawn; and I have no more idea of what is to be seen than of what is to be seen. circled round the belfry; I was often in deep thought, and my heart fretted, and I even wept; but in the midst of my tears and sorrows, which were sometimes stirred up by pleasant verses, and at other times by the beauty of the twilight, the joyous moods of my youth, which had begun to boil over, broke through like the grasses in the spring. --- First Love
3. I looked, and looked, and could not look away; these silent flashes of lightning, these faint electric lights, seemed to echo the silent, hidden passion that was burgeoning in my heart. Morning light; the sunrise like bright red scales appeared, the sun rose, the lightning appeared more and more faint, more and more short ... ---- roting
4... The sky is full of stars and dense and busy, they are silent, and it seems only to feel the sky lively. A comb of the moon like a description of a girl who has not grown up, but see the people themselves are not shy, bright and outline are fresh and exposed, gradually can be baked night scene. The small insects in the grassy area of the garden are talking trivially at night. I don't know where the frogs are working in unison, like a wave of sound boiled by the fire. A few stars of fireflies swim around, not like flying, like floating in the thick air; the moonlight is not in the dark, a little fireflies suddenly bright, like a small green eyes of the summer night. ---- siege
5. This one is about to strangle that one'-thoughts in printed form are more than ever indestructible, took on a diffuse character, henceforth uncatchable and indestructible. It mingles with the air. In the age of architecture and art, thought used to be compared to a great mountain, clinging powerfully to a time and a place. Now it is compared to a flock of small birds, flying in all directions and occupying all points in air and space at once. This is the second time that man has built the Tower of Babel. The appalling evils which Notre Dame de Paris had witnessed during all this time, and especially to-day in this dreadful prison, the evils which had ruined dear Cleridroff, were flooding over him, and not only could he not see the possibility of vanquishing it, but he did not even know how to vanquish it. His mind floated to the shadows of a thousand men who had been imprisoned and abused by cold-hearted generals, prosecutors, and wardens in the foul air of germs. He thought of the strange old man who was free and uninhibited, who scolded his officers and was regarded as a madman. He also remembered Krylitsov, who had died with a grudge, in the middle of several other corpses, with a handsome face and a yellow face. Was Nekhriudov crazy, or were those who thought they were sober enough to do what they did crazy? The old question came back to him more insistently at the moment and demanded an answer. He felt the rod move. He felt a marlin eating a sardine on the tip of the hook a hundred seeks deep below. He pulled on the fishing line and knew the fish was big. The fish was smart enough not to pull and tug in fear when hooked, it just pulled the boat slowly toward the vast ocean. The whole day was spent in a strange trip. The old man's shoulders were sore from pulling the fishing line. At this point, how he longed for the child to remain with him, then he could give it a hand. At the same time, he developed strange feelings for the fish, which he admired for their courage and cleverness. During the night, the old man was so tired that he wished he could sleep a little. The next day, in addition to his deep fatigue, the old man began to get cramps in his left hand again, and the pain was excruciating. He finally saw the fish surfacing; it was longer than the boat and very beautiful. In the late afternoon, the cramps stopped and the old man ate some raw fish to build up his energy for the coming fight. During the night, the old man's hand was skinned and bloodied from the fish's pulling and jumping. The Old Man and the Sea
6 Burying feelings too y is sometimes a bad thing. If a woman hides her feelings for the man she loves, she may have lost her chance to get him. Pride and Prejudice "...... Tomorrow I'm going to figure out a way to get him again, and anyway, tomorrow's just another day ....
"Gone with the Wind"
Do you think that because I'm poor, lowly, short, and unattractive that I have no soul and no heart? You think wrong! My soul is the same as yours and my heart is exactly the same as yours. It's my mind talking to your mind as if the two of us have traveled across the grave and are standing at the feet of God, and we are equal. Because we are equal! Jane Eyre
The sky has no trace of wings, and I have flown!
If sickness is a cloud, its splendor, its light, its changes and drifts are natural, just because it is a cloud!
Please take up my responsibility to myself, not to live even if, more to live warmly and vigorously, do not be weak, more do not want too much guidance from others, every day, live down-to-earth, will be part of the work, do their best within the capacity of the perfect, it is worthy of heaven and earth.
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Dating is not hunting, the prey's education, height and age, for a person who interacts with them, it is not necessary to pay too much attention. Relaxed body and mind, no purpose, not deliberately looking for a complaint object, that the ease and pleasure must be different, the so-called "do nothing to rule" reason, in this sentence inside. If you can be good friends with yourself, this is the most freedom. This kind of friend, who can come in and go out, who can be lovely and hateful, who can be gathered but not dispersed, is the kind of friend who will last forever.
Friends of this kind of relationship, the most beautiful is the icing on the cake, lively celebration of Xishen, flowers and a fuller moon. Friends of the most valuable, expensive in the snow to send carbon, do not have to ask each other, urgent automatic help. Friends of the best, such as good tea, light but not astringent, fragrant but not pungent, Yuan Yuan floated, fine water, so-called know your heart. Friends occasionally talk lightly once in a while, there is no requirement, no stakes, no gain or loss, no right and wrong, get together only for the sake of friction, as the willow spring wind, occasionally fluttering in the sky, and occasionally the cold day drifting, this occasionally is the eternal some kind of realm, and why do you need to ask for help, and do not have to stick a knife in both sides, and not talk about the death of life and death ****, do not have to be, it's called a friend. That said, the friend to a certain point, but also have grace and love, that will not be called friends, called "love like a brother", hand and foot has been into the five Lun within the definition and pay, of course, and different.
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