1. The car was the total result and reward of all his struggles and hardships, like a badge of a battle-hardened warrior.
2. They themselves could not run, for their legs were too heavy with money.
3. Hope made him happy, and fear made him terrified, and he wished to sleep, but he could not, and his limbs lay as if they were scattered on some hay. There was no sound but the stars in the sky, and his heart beat.
4. It was late in the night, and the fatigue of the days, and the fear of his flight, made him sick in body and in mind.
5. The night was still dark, and there was a damp mist in the air, which made his mind feel even more uncertain.
6. I do not know whether to go forward, or already stood still, the heart only feel a wave of fluctuations, like a fluctuating black sea, darkness and the heart into a gas, all remote, all ups and downs, all trance. Xiangzi like being choked by a mouthful of wind, and swallowed several breaths downward.
The car is really lovely, pulling over half a year, as if everywhere has a sense and feelings, Xiangzi's a twisting waist, a squatting leg, or has been the back of the spine, it immediately responded to, to give Xiangzi with the most smooth help, between him and it does not have a little diaphragm twisted place. Rush to meet the ground level place, xiangzi can use one hand to gather the handle, the slight sound of the leather wheel like a gust of wind like urging him to run, fast and smooth. Pulled to the location, xiangzi's pants are wringing sweat, clattering, like just out of the water basin. He felt tired, but it was painful, proud, a kind of fatigue, as if he had ridden a famous horse for dozens of miles.
He had no look; what made him lovely was the spirit of his face. The head was not very large, with round eyes, a fleshy nose, two short, thick eyebrows, and a perpetually shaved head. There was no excess of flesh on his cheeks; his neck was but almost on one side of his head (Note: on one side, i.e., the same.) thick; and the face was always red.
The bow was so soft that it trembled and quivered, and even the handlebars moved slightly; the trunk was so bright, the pads so white, and the horn so loud.
Decent, strong, good dreamer, self-interested, personal, robust, great, Xiangzi, I do not know how many times he accompanied people to the funeral; I do not know when and where he will bury himself, burying this depraved, selfish, unfortunate, spawn in the sick foetus of the society, the end of the road ghost of individualism!
The morning and the evening
The sky was full of red clouds, the sea was full of golden waves, and the red sun was like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out its golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who has just gone out, shyly showing half of her face.
The sun set, and its parting glare jetted out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds and the green hills in blood.
The sun slowly peeked through the clouds, revealing a face that had long since swollen red, like a shy little girl looking out at the earth.
The brilliant sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, and sprinkled the campus with rays of sunshine.
The sun was lower, blood red, and a dazzling expanse of light on the water stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and peach-colored clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hung high in the sky, and the red light shot like a rocket to the ground, which caught fire, reflecting the flames of the oil as it boiled and fried.
No one dared to look up at the sun, but felt that everywhere was dazzling, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, all was a white bright piece of white with a little red, from top to bottom of the whole like a very big mirror of fire, each is the focus of the mirror of fire, as if everything is about to burst into flames.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing off.
The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light that warms the body and face.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its rays all over the earth. The fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warmth of the sunlight, through the dense foliage sprinkled down into a little golden spots of light.
The lofty mountains in the distance, in the sunshine, put on a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round gently swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with ring after ring of golden and silver halos.
The sun shone through the pale clouds, reflecting off the white earth with a silvery glow that dazzled the eyes.
The golden sunlight poured down into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea become somewhat colorful.
When the red sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled away like a curtain and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread that crisscrossed the light gray and blue-gray clouds, stitching them into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by a bright red haze, and the sunlight shone down through the cracks in the clouds like countless dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and onto the grass that the brown land nourished.
The sky was a clear blue, and brilliant sunlight was streaming down through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin columns of light that illuminated the shade of the forest, which was billowing with a light, gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.
A fuchsia glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.
The sun, which has just risen, is full of vigor and red light, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red rising sun just penetrated the sea level, smearing the beautiful and tranquil sea with a layer of rose color.
The sunrise shot its rays onto the lake, and the breeze started to rise, the fine waves jumped, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
Suddenly, a round of red sun, sprinkled with a road of golden light, like a golden whip, to drive away the flying clouds and fog.
The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, bright and colorful, the sea and air suddenly sprinkled with golden glory, the sea from ink blue to blue.
Golden sunrise, gradually dyed red the eastern sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was brilliant cloud haze dyed a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the morning sun, revealed its red face, and all of a sudden, ten thousand golden rays of light through the treetops colored the water with a layer of carmine red. Clusters of thousands of mountains
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The mountains, exposed to the clouds, seemed to be suspended like islands in clusters and dabs.
The surrounding mountains looked like a colorful floral cloth.
Mountain waves and peaks cascaded over each other.
The mountains were black and pale with no boundaries, and the knife-like cliff heads topped the sky.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
Long hilltop, like a large tomb towering in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes you dizzy.
The deep valleys were luridly quiet and gloomy.
The gorges were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun was shining, while the mountain was like a shy maiden, hidden from view, and the afterglow was shining across the mountain at sunset.
How steel is made
1. The most precious thing for man is life. Life comes to a man only once. Therefore, a person's life should be spent in such a way that when a person looks back, he does not regret for having wasted his years, nor is he ashamed for having done nothing; so that when he is dying, he will be able to say, "I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to life's most precious cause - the struggle for the liberation of mankind. We must seize the time to live, for even a violent illness or an accident may terminate life.
2. The death of the leader did not cause disorganization of the party. Like a big tree that powerfully puts its roots deep into the soil, even if the top is cut off, it will never wither as a result.
3. Put away your guns and don't tell anyone. Even if, life is intolerable keep going so that life can become worth living.
4. Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, a prime mover that never runs out of steam.
5. "There is no need for a mass meeting, there is no one here who needs a propaganda pep talk, Tokarev, you speak accurately, they are indeed invaluable, this is how steel is made!" Zhukh came to say.
Central never discouraged."
6. Being strong is a comparatively simple and easy business when one is healthy and vigorous, and it is the most honorable thing to be strong only when life hoops you up with mere rings of iron.
7. Life is so unpredictable ---- for a while it is full of clouds and mist, and in the twinkling of an eye there is a brilliant sun.
8. A tree with deep roots and leaves will not die if only its top is broken.
9. Make haste to live quickly, for an inexplicable illness, or an unexpected and tragic event, can cut life
off.
10. Our country is reviving and becoming strong, and there is much to live for in this world.
11. One should dominate habits and never let them dominate one.
12. If a man cannot change his bad habits, he is worthless.
12. If a man cannot change his bad habits, he is worthless.
14. The future belongs to us.
15. Don't leave painful memories in your life.
16. There is not only struggle in our lives, but also the joy of good feelings.
17. Work with all your might, like a tame horse pulling a heavy load uphill.
18. To keep on fighting till the last moment.
19. The only thing that will take me out of the fight is death.
20. Recall it year by year, like an ironclad judge examining his life.
21. Even when life has become intolerable, live it well, and do all you can to make it useful to the people.
22. Wasting manpower is equal to committing a crime.
23. No one has the right to spoil his health.
24. Toughness is a simple and easy thing to do when one is healthy and full of youthful vigor. Toughness is an honorable performance only when life fastens you like an iron ring!
25. Have you done all you can to make your life useful to the people?
26. The most precious thing is life. Life comes to man only once. Therefore, one's life should be spent in such a way that when one looks back, one does not regret for having wasted one's life, nor does one feel ashamed for having done nothing; so that when he is dying, he can say, I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most precious cause of life - the struggle for the liberation of mankind. We must seize the time to live, for even a violent illness or an accident may terminate life.
27. Steel is made strong by burning in fire and highly cooled. Our generation too has been tempered in struggles and hard trials and has learned never to be discouraged in life.
28. Any fool can end himself at any time! It is the most cowardly and the easiest way out.
29. What is the use of living when he has lost the most precious thing of all, the ability to fight? What is there for him to prove that he has lived a worthy life to-day, in the bleak to-morrow? And what is there to enrich his life? Merely to eat, drink, and breathe? To be a powerless bystander, watching his comrades charge forward?
30. The question is different when one knows why one is dying. He who understands this has power. If you feel that the truth is on your side, you will even come out of it. This is how heroic behavior comes about.
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Excerpts from John. Christopher:
If a child thinks himself incapable of realizing the desires of his heart and of satisfying his pride, he looks to his parents for these; and in a disillusioned adult he looks to his children for these. In the child's mind the parent is the person he wants to be, but cannot be, the one who defends him, the one who is angry on his behalf; and so in the parent's mind is the child, but only in the future. In the middle of this "pride of trust", love and selfishness are linked together, and its defiance of the momentum, the warmth of the emotions, have reached the realm of intoxication.
The only way to never make a mistake is to do nothing, and the faults committed in the pursuit of the living truth are much more promising than the stale truth.
Adults often have fresher impressions and more naive experiences of nature and life than youths of twenty.
Bursting into full life for a noble ideal.
Two people of entirely different characters, under the influence of one love, are often closest in spirit at the time of separation.
At a certain age, a strong artist lives most of his life in art, and only a small part in real life; life becomes a dream, and art becomes reality.
But she had a way of keeping her friend's love from disappointment by her feminine cleverness, and if she had anything cold to say that spoiled the pleasure of the other, she would at once bind up the wound with a few sweet words.
I see the poor fellow, whose life is but a continuous set of remorse ......
You never leave your friends when your heart disagrees.
A short retreat is certainly good for the spirit, enabling it to bide its time,-but it must be conditional on a re-emergence. Solitude is noble, but it is fatal to an artist who cannot get rid of it henceforth. One should experience contemporary life, even if that life is noisy and surly; one should absorb moment by moment, give, give, and then take.
He wanted to talk to Grazia. He found it very pleasant in his heart to go and discuss his life with him; so that he could suppose that she was attending him.
Beside her, under her gaze, everything was simple, as if it should be that way.
Joy, the joy of the heart, the joy of the eyes. The omnipresent light was like the smile of the Latin sky, washing away the ugliness of the meanest things, dotting the ancient walls with flowers, and making even sorrow shine with a serene splendor. (Describing love)
The plowshare of pain cuts your heart on the one hand, and on the other digs up a new source of water for life.
The same scenery that was buried in the grave yesterday can be resurrected today. (Resurrection of the mind)
The house has collapsed, and you have shut yourself in! Come out quickly. There are other places to live. (Change of situation)
For a person without preconceptions, it is more unbearable to see the suffering of an animal than the suffering of a human being. For human suffering is at least considered undeserved, and those who cause human suffering are considered sinners. But thousands and thousands of animals are unnecessarily slaughtered every day without a single pang in anyone's heart. Anyone who would mention this would be given a laugh.
And it is habit that is the faithful ally; we sometimes lose all sense of life, and it is the only thing that is consistent, that follows us always, without a sound, without a movement, with straight eyes and pursed lips, and with its steady, never shivering hand, that carries us through the ranks of danger until the time comes when we see the light again, and take an interest in life again.
Be careful. You trust your force too much. It's like a torrent on a mountain; today it's a torrent, tomorrow it may be nothing. An artist should hold his talent in his hands and not squander it. You should channelize your energy and bring it into regularity. You have to discipline yourself with the habit of working on time and on a daily basis. Such habits are no less important to an artist than footwork is to a soldier. In times of mental turmoil - (and that is always inevitable) - the habit of work is your armor that keeps your mind from breaking down.
But in isolation, with the extreme fatigue and mental allergies caused by weeks of sleeplessness, she could imagine the most unwarranted horrors.
Mere suspicion that something was going to happen was worse than actually knowing what was going to happen.
She despised the townspeople, and couldn't stand being despised by them.
The invisible tyranny of the collective soul is pressed upon the individual; the so-called individual is a little child who has been under guardianship all his life; nothing belongs to him, but to everyone.
For there is a hidden soul in every man, some blind force, some demonic spirit, which is normally blocked off. Since the beginning of mankind, all efforts have been made to build a bank with reason and religion to defend this inner ocean. But when the storm comes (and the fuller the heart, the more easily controlled by the storm), the levee breaks down, and the demons run rampant, striking and colliding with those other souls who have been set off by the demons of their own kind ...... They throw themselves into each other's arms and cling to them. We can't say whether it was hate or love or the madness of mutual destruction ...... - in short, the so-called lust is the soul made a captive.
All the rest of the world, the chains of their lives, the sorrows of the past, the apprehensions of the future, the tempests brewing in them, everything vanished.
Life could not be more tiresome than the repetition of love.
There are certain ages in life when a metamorphosis brews within the body, when the flesh and the mind are particularly susceptible to external blows; when the spirit is weary, when there is an indescribable despondency, and when one feels weary of everything. There is no attachment to past accomplishments, and the future is not seen in the slightest light. At the age of these heart attacks, most people have family responsibilities that bind them; such responsibilities certainly make them lack the free spirit necessary to criticize themselves, find a new way, and rebuild a strong new life, but at the same time, it also serves as a bodyguard for them; certainly, in that situation you are full of complaints and harbor a lot of hidden pains. ...... Still have to go on forever ...... can't avoid the homework, for the care of the family, forcing a person like a horse standing napping, in the middle of the two carts dragging the tired aunt to continue to move forward. --But an unattached man, approaching a time of emptiness has nothing to fall back upon, nothing to compel him to go forward, but walks for the sake of habit, not knowing whither to go. The force was disturbed, the consciousness was not clear. While he was in such a daze, if a thunderbolt came and woke him up from his sleepwalking sickness, he suffered. He fell down ......
The suffering of life is not to have a confidant. Some companion, some casual acquaintance, that might still be possible. People misuse the name friend casually, when in fact a person can only have one friend in their life. And that is still a blessing that very few people can have. This blessing is so beautiful that you simply can't live when you lose it once you've gained it. It fills your life invisibly. When it is gone, life becomes empty.
There are often times in life when a lifelong decision is made, as if an electric light suddenly came on in the night of a metropolis, and an eternal flame was kindled in the darkened soul. It only takes a little spark to jump out of one soul to bring the spiritual fire to that expectant soul.
A man proves only what he doubts.
***The struggle for sameness easily leads to concerted action, but it does not unite the hearts of all.
The fruit of this type of tree is often dried up; all the essence of life has frozen and turned into empty ideas.
Force is the same as light; only the blind deny it! You have to be strong, calm, without theories, without atrocities: then all the weak will turn to you like plants to the sun.
Faith is a force which only the great and wise have. Assuming faith to be the kindling, and mankind the fuel, the torches by which this kindling burns have always been but a few, and have often been wavering ...... unless the spirit has met with some exuberant drought, when the sparks that fall from the great torches burn up the whole plain; and then the great ones or extinguish, and only a few charcoal fires remain under the residue of the ashes. light.
To be independent, a man must be alone; but how many can stand to be alone? How many of the most discriminating people have the courage to reject prejudice and put aside certain assumptions that their peers can't get rid of?
They theorize about violence as revenge for their own weakness, their regrets, their oppression.
It is indeed pleasant for a man to think that he believes in an ism, and that he fights for it, or will fight for it, or at least is likely to fight for it; and he even feels that it is not bad to take some risks, but rather that there is a kind of excitement in the dramatic sense of the word. Such a mood is indeed innocent, if the motives are naive and there is no calculation of interests.
Wisdom is an island, eroded and submerged by the waves of the earth, and it is only when the tide goes out that it resurfaces.
To walk the sunshine into the hearts of others, you must first have sunshine in your own heart.
Some people see things clearly only after they have passed. At that time, nothing can escape, the tiniest branch is like a knife carved down.
Calamities often make people especially lonely. Human beings have an instinctive aversion to scourge, as if they fear it is contagious; or at least it is loathsome enough to be avoided. There are too few people who can see you in pain and still forgive you!
And he could not feel his friend's pain. This is a flaw in human nature. Though you are compassionate, reserved, wise, and have suffered countless pains: you can never feel the pain of a friend who is suffering from a toothache.
The wounds of love can only be healed with love.
How one person may be happy in this world, I am happy. The ability of two people to know each other, to respect each other, to know that each other is reliable, is not due to a mere belief in love,-that is often illusory,-but to the experience of how many years of ****ing together in life, how many gray, mundane years, plus memories of how many difficult times were passed. Life situations become better ...... These are not easy.
Man is to give a large part of himself to wisdom, as long as there has been strong feelings, never in the mind does not leave a trace, does not leave a concept. He may cease to love, but he cannot forget that he has loved.
They are like me, why can't they understand me? ...... And when they do not know me, am I to fret over it? In the middle of these thousands of people, there are always one or two in favor of me ...... It's all right, as long as a skylight can breathe the outside air ...... You have to think of those naive watchers, those teenagers, those simple old people, for your sad beauty not they from the the mediocre days of the overachievers. You've got to echo your own childhood! Pass on to others the favors and joys that people used to give you,-even to one person is good. (Supernatural refers to his music)
Even if even one person doesn't feel how I am, I can still be me. I have my music, I love it, I believe in it; it is truer than all.
As long as one is not a fool, fame seems emptier than not.
Lyrics are like using words as a bow to shoot sound into the hearts of the masses.
She longs for a new kind of happiness that changes from time to time - a childlike dream that a woman like her, who does not know how to be happy, is not equipped to have. She, like many other women, other idle couples, had all the conditions of happiness and was always there to be troubled.
Love! It is the greatest treasure of life when it is self-sacrificing. If it is merely the pursuit of happiness, it is the most boring and deceitful thing.
The man who changes his mind is like a stream of water. If the one who loves him is not to be carried away by it, he must himself be a river and carry it away. Whichever of the two you pick, you must always change. This is indeed a dangerous test: you only really know love when you have yielded to it. In the first few years of **** life, the harmony of life is so fragile that it often takes only a very slight change in one of the two lovers to ruin everything. The situation is even more dangerous when there is a sudden big change in circumstances, etc. It takes a very strong person or a very free spirit to resist.
The poor man is too easily addicted to happiness! When selfish happiness becomes the only goal in life, soon life becomes purposeless. Happiness becomes a habit, a narcotic, something to be avoided. Yet it is exactly impossible to keep grasping at happiness ...... There are an unknown number of rhythms between universes, of which happiness is only one beat; the pendulum of life is forever swinging in two poles; happiness is only one of the poles: the only way to make the pendulum stop at one pole is to break the pendulum... ...
They tasted the boredom of contentment, and the need for stimulation became more and more insatiable. The sweet light of day slowed down and became weak, eclipsed like a flower without moisture. The sky was as blue as ever, but there was no longer the brisk air of early morning. All was still; the earth was silent. They were alone, as they had wished to be. --But they were not overcome with grief.
To the common man is to show the common life: it is deeper and wider than the ocean. The smallest among us harbors an infinite world.
You write about the simple life of these simple people, the calm epic of these monotonous years, everything is the same and different ...... You are speaking to the masses, and you have to use the language of the masses. It doesn't matter if the words are elegant or vulgar, only if they say what you mean accurately or not. Whatever you do, you have to put your whole self into it: keep your thoughts, keep your feelings. Words should follow the rhythm of the mind. The so-called style is one's soul.
The paper is full of ridiculous words, a handful of bitter tears.
The author is obsessed, who understands the flavor? ---- A Dream of Red Mansions
The world knows that the immortals are good, but they can't forget their merits.
Where are the ancient and modern generals? The grass is gone from the barren mound.
We all know that the gods are good, but we can't forget about the gold and the silver;
It's a pity that we don't have more than one day to gather together, and when we have more than one day to gather together, our eyes will be closed.
The world knows that the gods are good, but only their wives can't forget them.
Jun's birthday is a day to say grace, but Jun's death is a day to go with the others.
The world knows that the gods are good, but only the children and grandchildren can't forget;
There have been many parents who are devoted to their parents, and who have seen their children and grandchildren who are filial to their parents? The spider's silk was knotted all over the carved beams, and the green veil is now pasted on the window. What fat is thick, powder is fragrant, how the temples and into frost? Yesterday, the yellow soil was sent to the head of the white bones, and tonight, the red lanterns under the tent lying mandarin ducks. Gold full of boxes, silver full of boxes, show eye beggars people all slander. I am sighing that his life is not long, I know that I have returned to the funeral! I have been trained well, I may be a strong man in the future. Who would like to live in a brothel? Because of the small size of his hat, he is in chains; yesterday he pitied the coldness of his tattered coat, today he suspects the length of his purple python: in the midst of the chaos you are singing and I am appearing on the stage, instead of recognizing that other places are their hometowns. It's ridiculous, but in the end, it's all for the sake of others! ---- Dream of Red Mansions "The Song of Goodness" Explanatory Notes
Fake is real when it's real, and there's nothing that's real when it's not real. ---- The Dream of the Red Chamber "Taixu Fantasy Realm stone plaque couplet
One is Langyuan Xianfanbao, one is a beautiful jade without reason flaws. If you say there is no strange fate, this life has met him; if you say there is strange fate, how the heart of the end of the virtualization? One is in vain, one is empty, one is a moon in the water, one is a flower in the mirror. How many tears can there be in your eyes? How can we withstand the flow of fall to the end of winter, spring to summer. ---- Dream of Red Mansions
Flowering flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red fragrance is broken, who has pity?
Silk is softly tethered to the spring trees, and the falling flakes are lightly stained on the embroidered curtains.
The daughter of a girl in a girl's room is in the middle of spring, and she has no place to go for her worries.
Handing the flower hoe out of the embroidered boudoir, bear to step on the fallen flowers again and again to go?
Willow silk and elm Ying are the most beautiful, regardless of the peach and plum fly.
Peach and plum will be back next year, but who will be in the room next year?
The nest was built in March, but the swallows were too merciless.
The next year's flowers can be pecked at, but the nest is empty.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and the frost and the sword are pressing hard.
How long will it take for the bright and fresh research to be done, and how long will it take to find it?
Flower blossoms are easy to see and hard to find, and it's hard to find them, so I'm worried about killing them in front of the stairs.
Leaning alone on the flower hoe, tears were shed in secret, spilling blood marks on the empty branches.
The azalea is silent as dusk falls, and the hoe returns to cover the door.
The green lamp is shining on the wall, and the cold rain is knocking on the window.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house.
This is the first time I've seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house.
This is the first time I've seen a woman in the house.
Last night, there was a sad song outside the court, I know it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird.
The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird is always difficult to stay, the bird has no words and the flower is shy.
I wish I had wings under my arms to fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant mound?
It is not as if I have a bag to collect my beautiful bones, and a cup of pure earth to hide my wind and flow.
The quality of the original clean to also clean to go, strong in the dirt in the ditch.
It's time for you to die and be buried, but I don't know when I'm going to die.
Yi now buried flowers, people laugh at silly, buried in other years Yi know who?
Watch the flowers fall in the spring, that's when your face will die of old age.
Once the spring is over, the red face will be old, and the flowers will fall and the people will die, and I don't know! ---- Dream of Red Mansions Lin Daiyu's funeral speech
The Yangtze River rolls on, and the waves have exhausted the heroes.
What is right and what is wrong is empty, the green hills are still there, and the setting sun is red for a few times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river, accustomed to see the autumn moon and spring wind.
A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, how many things in the past and present, all put into a laugh. ---- The Romance of the Three Kingdoms
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PS: In fact, I personally feel that our country's four masterpieces is the classic masterpiece What a great literary talent ah