Red Rose and White Rose Zhang Ailing

[2] He never talks at home. He is a lonely bystander. He looked at them coldly. Excessive disdain and indifference turned his eyes into light blue, the blue of stones on the morning frost and the blue of characters.

[3] beyond reproach: it means that it is done perfectly and there is nothing to refute.

Go to the big: one of the figures of speech. Chen's statement is: "Beating is the performance of Song Dynasty, so we should speak frankly but not bluntly. It is necessary to judge and constantly determine, modify it with its tone, express it with various euphemistic and tortuous words, and make the article unique and tortuous. "

Unbreakable: No matter how you fight, you can't break it. The theory of metaphor is completely correct and will not be refuted.

Vast: The evening sky is flooded and vast. ...

Yan Run: 1, gentle and polite; Kind and harmonious. 2, attractive and rich. 3, soft and round.

[4] In the foggy rain in Mao Mao, the spires of Russian churches are like light green garlic soaked in vinegar in a glass jar.

[5] He also has a long black hair, which is herringbone on his cheek, like a ghost, not a ghost in a serial, but a ghost in Zhong Yi, where termites drill out.

[6] It happened that only her sister Lydia was at home that day, a romantic and casual girl who looked exactly like her, except for too much baking powder and staggered hair, which was not as neat as her.

[1] When dad gets rich ... he has to have a lot of money, so he will spend it on his daughter's tuition-her college diploma is the most arrogant luxury.

[2] He doesn't speak fluently enough. He spat it out word by word carefully, just like eating dates at a grand banquet, slowly spitting the core in a small silver spoon and then secretly leaning on one side of the plate. A careless man slipped the core from his mouth into the plate, jingled it and lost his instrument.

[3] She is wasting away. Her face is like white satin on the skeleton, and her eyes are snuff on the satin, burning into two hot holes. The more urgent the better.

[4] Now, however, she is dying inch by inch, and this lovely world is dying inch by inch. Everything she sees and touches with her fingers will die immediately. If she doesn't exist, these things don't exist.

[5] Chuanchang originally thought she was an insignificant ordinary girl, but since she got sick, she has been moping all day and her self-concept has gradually expanded. Huge ego and this decadent and beautiful world, two bodies tied together back to back, you fell on me, I fell on you and sank.

[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;" Cry alone when you cry. "

[7] As soon as Chuanchang released the handle, two strands of braided hair wriggled and slowly separated. She turned her face away on the pillow, closed her eyes, and looked as white as paper, but she could see her eyelids beating there, as if the wind leaked into the paper window and blew a trembling candle.

[1] Jade Qing's face is smooth and open, like a new bed; Increase the weight of sadness, just like someone sitting on a bed.

[2] Tang Qian laughed as if she had teeth. When her heads were together, she bit you lightly as if joking, and then it hurt.

[3] The band played the wedding March, and the gorgeous procession of the bride and groom, men and women slowly came in. There is a kind and poetic feeling in the breathless expectation at that moment; Pink and yellow women's beaches are like clouds at dawn, men in black are flying slowly in the clouds like the shadow of a swallow, and the bride in white with her eyes half closed is like a corpse that hasn't woken up in the morning of resurrection, with a convergent light. All this comes with the music that has been promoted.

[4] The elderly ladies stood quietly behind, smiling cautiously, as if they still had a negative importance, just like a stamp on a picture scroll, without which it would not be the top grade.

[1] Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright line at the foot of my bed"; Married a white rose, the white is the rice on the clothes, and the red is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart.

[2] Treasure reached under the velvet coat and hugged her. The young body seemed to jump out of the clothes through sour rhinestones, silver silk flower and many delicate and complicated things. Zhenbao kissed her, and her face was in tears. Whether he cries or she cries, neither of them understands.

[3] Two fallen leaves blown by the wind, like a worn-out whore, set foot on their own journey.

[4] When a man expects a woman's body, he cares about her soul and deceives himself into falling in love with her soul. Only by occupying her body can he forget her soul.

[5] She didn't know, but she took a bath and put on a set of pajamas. That is the sand cage cloth coat chair that overseas Chinese in Nanyang often wear. The flowers printed on the sand cage cloth are dark. I don't know whether it is a dragon snake or a plant. Vines and vines are blooming in Wujin. It darkens the night in the room. The hall looks like a train in the dim yellow light, sailing from a foreign land to a foreign land. The woman on the train met by chance, but she was an amiable woman.

[6] The heart of a baby and the beauty of a mature woman are the most attractive combination.

[7] Treasure has never seen her smile so reserved, just like a movie star, still as a sapphire, only letting the changing lights cause fluctuating light and shadow in the depths of the treasure.

[8] It's not dark yet, and the neon lights are already on. It looks fake in the sky, like jewelry worn by actors.

[9] Her whiteness separates her from the bad things around her, just like the white screen in the hospital, but at the same time, the things in the book are also separated.

[10] A few unfinished words hang in the air like many pendulums, ticking at different speeds, each with its own reasoning methods and reaching its climax through reasoning. When the bell rang at different times, Treasure felt that the room was full of her voice, although she was silent for a long time.

Little white cloud is floating in the blue sky. People selling flutes in the street are playing flutes there. The songs of the East are sharp and soft, with a twist, just like the dreams depicted in the illustrations of Xiu Xiang's novels. A wisp of white gas emerged from the tent and expanded. There are all kinds of dreamland in it, stretching like a lazy snake. Later, because I was too sleepy, I finally came out.

He put on his slippers and stood at the window looking out. It has rained a lot and lent has stopped. The street turned into a river, and a street lamp was reflected in the water waves, like a string of platinum arrows that disappeared after shooting. When the car passed by, "Poop, Poop, Poop" dragged the rotten white waves and spread out like a peacock screen, covering the shadow of the street lamp. Venus gradually emerged from the white peacock screen, and the peacock's tail grew thinner and thinner. After passing by, it left a platinum arrow iron, which disappeared when it was shot on the dark yellow river, and disappeared when it was shot.

[1] The rickshaw was pulled all the way, and the sky on the strip was like a bottomless ditch, and a ditch at the junction of Yin and Yang separated the home from the theater. There are street lamps hanging high above the head, and the deep mouth of the iron cover shines with a piece of white, three sections of white, dazzling white. The people on the rickshaw slid silently, with street lamps on their heads, one after another, and the moon in the underworld floated in the bottomless gutter, one after another.

She blushed and her voice dropped. She raised her handkerchief, and this time she really wiped her eyes. New tears kept flowing out, but they didn't fall, and they were crystal clear, like a child drinking soda, which he couldn't swallow twice, and contained in his mouth, with his left cheek protruding to his right cheek, and big bubbles blowing out of his lips.

[2] The window of my room is the sun facing west in spring. The shadow of dark green lacquered cloth has risen by half, and the wind blows it high, shaking the Xiao Mu pendant at the end of the rope. The faded reddish curtains are tightly sucked on the golden iron fence, like mussels and sails. Scarlet is in the shadow of the sun, crimson is in the shadow. Hey! It floated away again, revealing faint blue sky and white clouds.

[3] When she came out, it was already evening, and it was drizzling with silver. It's always dark and everything is blurred. In the light gray night, light yellow-gray houses are exposed, and the streets are like a mirror with a faint black color. I haven't turned on the light yet. I can only see a lamp in the distance. It went out in an instant.

[1] Seen from the back balcony of the tall building, the city has become a wilderness. There are countless red and gray roofs, all of which are backyards, rear windows and rear balance halls. Even the sky has passed, it is gloomy, and it is still so hot after August. I don't know what that is. There are many voices floating below, all kinds of cars patting carpets, school hall bells, craftsmen knocking and sawing, and motor buzzing, but they are all in a trance. It seems that they are not in God's heart, but just turn a deaf ear.

[2] Their male host is the wind, running around and getting a lot of dust, while their female host is carved on mahogany, collecting dust specially, so that they can't clean it all day long.

[3] In the evening, there is a layer of white fog in the city. The rickshaw in the fog drove very far, especially slowly, and passed slowly; Car lights and bicycle bells are converging, which is extremely slight, as if Shanghai is also the Forbidden City.

[4] It began to rain, and the bamboo curtain dripped, as if the bamboo pole dreamed of its former leaves.

[5] It's raining harder and harder. The sky suddenly turned dark, and everything in the city fled in a hurry. In the darkness, the bell rang and the lightning hurried away. Painful blue, white and purple, one bright, shone into the kitchen. The glass window was forced to sink in.

[6] Crying is getting lower and lower, but the outdoor wind and rain are rising like a flood, screaming; Then there was a burst of crying in the dead silence, and then there was a storm, feeling guilty about each other, like adding too obvious sound effects on the stage.

[7] In the movie, a woman somehow pushed open the window and walked out of the stormy street. She ran around in the rain, and no matter where she ran, there was always a basin of water on the floor aimed at her.

[8] The weather is cold and gloomy. On both sides of the street, there are shady trees, one by one quietly, like telephone poles, without any thoughts. There is a small pool of green leaves around each tree, which at first glance looks like a reflection.

[1] Mrs. Bao went in for a massage, and everyone was silent for a while. It is a safe sorrow for Mrs. Tong to sit and fight. Her eyes were red, and her mouth just sucked and sucked, 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 a rooster crow at noon, a slight sound, as if no one was thousands of miles away.

[2] The window of the clinic was closed, the air defense was sealed with a cross, and the fragments of the old yellow newspaper were torn. It's cloudy and white outside, and the color is like a layer of cellophane on a glass window.

[3] The white sky, turbid water and palm-sized autumn leaves of buttonwood trees are transparent in Huang Cui, just outside the glass window. A row of old red brick houses across the street, although cloudy, are crowded and still covered with balconies. A cat covered with dark clouds and snow walked on the roof, only to see its black back, like a snake attached to its tail, slowly ups and downs. Soon, it appeared outside the balcony and walked slowly along the withered road, neither left nor right; It belongs to it, and it walks slowly.

Life has gone by itself.

[1] The drizzling weather is like a big brown dog, fluffy and wet, and its cold black nose can't smell when it touches people's faces.

[2] A semi-old clock, with a rectangular red case, a dark gold dial and extremely thin long and short hands, hissed along, and I couldn't see the time clearly.

[3] Looking back, I saw the balcony and Mr. Mi's back. The half-bald back of the head is connected with the fat neck. Opposite 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 dry cement, the delayed goldfish is both instantaneous and delayed.

[4] Out of the alley, there are few pedestrians on the street, such as returning to the early morning. There are pale yellow powder walls everywhere in this area, so the color is very dark because of the humidity. Small buttonwood trees planted along the street, with yellow leaves of one tree and another, are blooming brightly like winter jasmine, and the small yellow trees are particularly bright against the dark gray walls. The leaves are on the treetops. See how far it flies in a big arc, surpassing people.

[5] Born in this world, there is nothing that is not full of feelings. However, Dunfeng and Mr. Mi still love each other on their way home.

[1] She put her hands in the pockets of small sleeve's black coat with flat shoulders, and looked down at the bottom of the blue cloth gown. The flesh-colored chair, pointed shoes, left foot and right circumference were too deep to find out. From my own point of view, this street is very cold. The rickshaw pullers, wearing Fang Gezi carpets and shrinking their necks, wandered around humanely, as if they were enduring a bubble of urine. There are two red-brown buttonwood trees with leaves. Jiao Hong is small and clear. Gradually, the whole tree looks delicate and light. In winter, the roads are unusually clean, the yellow-gray ground is pale and white, but the sky above is white and black, 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 poplars, called poplars by the florist, poked its head out of the window of the third-class cabin, looking from a distance like snow on a dead branch.

[2] She has hardly any clothes on. She has a long body, a narrow grave in the middle, an oval face, an oily yellow forehead, and a circle of pink on her cheeks, but the center of the circle is white. You look great. It's simply rustic.

[3] He stood in front of her as if he were transparent. She looked at him straight, and there was no one in Wan Li as far as the eye could see-there was such a desert smell in her eyes.

[4] There is a chartered car in front of the door, and a red and green feather broom is inserted on the backrest, swaying in the cold wind. In the dead of winter afternoon, because the world is too dark, all the colors are naked and extraordinarily bright.

[5] Shanghai has become novel and ridiculous. After several bicycles passed, the cyclists all hunched their backs, narrowed their necks and held their breath in the wind. People in cold weather are a bit funny. Walking on the road, one by one also bent down, the upper body stretched far away, only beads, she felt that she stood towering, with a awe-inspiring beauty.

[6] It's already dark, and the street lamp hasn't turned on yet. I don't know why, the road is strangely clear like yellow sand, and the faces of pedestrians are very clear.

[7] Her hoarse throat is easily out of control and looks like an inferior person. She spoke louder and louder and suddenly choked up. She took the hand cage to cover her face, shook her head from side to side and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. A concave face, with high hair, spreads around the face like a small fan, making it look bigger. She stood with a bright back, and Zhu Zhu only saw her short shadow, wearing a coat and carrying it on her shoulders, and a little skylight leaked from the curls of her temples.

[8] I looked up and saw a small room with medicine in it. The sun shines in, and the light blue dust dances in the sun, just like a dust dream. I was already in a trance. The medicine bottles, glass cups, rose funnels and scales on the red lacquer cabinet all look like a layer of fog.

[9] A cane chair in the pharmacy was dragged to one side and leaned against the soap box and cane chair armrest. The sun shines the shadow on the wooden box, and the shadow of the curved rattan, like three arched doors, overlaps and looks in, but it seems to have passed the customs. There are other shadows with straight branches, like fences. Although you can't see the willows, you can imagine that there are two half-withered big willows in the landscape of the border town in the weak sunshine, which was not even green in the past.

[10] Help each other to put an apron on mom. It was dark in the kitchen, except for the red fire in the white mud stove and a black kettle burning with water, which purred like a cat chanting.

My aunt is also qualified to imitate Song Meiling. The cuffs of cheongsam are narrow and elbow-bent, and the bun is smooth, with thin bangs and thin powder. Egg-shaped face, two heavy eyebrows, looks like a dragon moon knife, dark eyes, extremely full eyes, short stature, straight waist and burly figure.

[12] The fire in the mud stove has long since gone out, and the smell of a pot of water is still floating on the stove. The half-opened water gives a subtle sigh, like a person who has a cold falling asleep.

[13] A pinch of yellow fire from the oil lamp is reflected on the glass window, and there is a little light in the distance. She thought there was a unique electric light outside, but when she looked closely, she was still the ghost of this small flame. There is no other world except this kitchen.

[14] It's still cold, but this kind of cold has become lingering, and it's already spring cold. Not the whole cold, but dribs and drabs.

[15] Sitting close is like being there. Waltz tunes, swaying out, loudly shocking, thrilling, almost unbearable, emotional destruction. Especially now, the evening room is gradually darkening, and the beauty of the record is a bit dim, like a touch of wine.

[16] At ordinary times, she is like an anxious little hen, looking around, pecking here and pecking there, not caring at all; Now, I can't imagine a little hen becoming cynical and reserved, standing there with empty eyes, selling an ear at most, and waiting for her mother-in-law's tone to pause a little, she immediately went out.

[17] However, in fact, her beauty is only a reflection of that gorgeous era in the past. A face reflected on the bright mahogany furniture has a mysterious purple light. Once the mahogany furniture is moved away, the face is still this face, Fiona Fang's forehead, long nose, straight drop, heavy eyebrows, half-moon glazed eyes, double eyelids, thin red mouth and shrinking chin-still this face, but it seems that there is nothing inside.

I seldom remember the details of past events. They are all big and belong to squirrels.

[19] Dad talks about books. In the hall, the roof is deep, and he always feels that the weather is as cold as water, while Wei Zi's face is warm. Sitting in the middle of a big cold room is like sitting in water. You are afraid of a loud noise if you move a little.

[20] There is a pot of plum blossoms on the coffee table next to it, which smells like clouds, because it is brilliant and red from the heart.

[2 1] His life is crowded, just like the New Year pictures of rural people. The stories of Xiu Xiang characters are moved, and some empty places are filled with flowers, with golden circles of red berries.

[22] Actually, she doesn't have to wear clothes. The more excited she is, the whiter she becomes, from the temple to the bridge of the nose-she walks around blankly.

[23] When my father-in-law and I talked about my father, I felt this dreamlike melancholy and gradually fell asleep. But often this dream can't come true, because her relationship with her husband was so anxious from the beginning, just like lighting a candle in a white summer dress curtain to shoot mosquitoes, and she was so sad that she was in a trance. If she cries, she yawns one after another.

[24] There are two big elms planted on both sides of the yard. In early spring, new leaves are born. It's cold and white, it seems to be magnetic, and it doesn't eat ink. Xiaocui lit up the leaves, and it was condensed to do it forever.

[25] The world of the dead in her hands is like a basin of water spilled on the ground, which cannot be captured.

[26] Now a girl like her family will only grow up year by year and grow up askew.

[27] After this, it is difficult to take time to protect your life. Living alone is a great event, almost a feat, but there are only some bumps here in Wei Zi.

[1] There are some China landscape paintings hanging on the wall, all with picture frames. The mahogany frame is heavily pressed on the low-key picture, out of proportion, just like a thin country rolling a wide black edge on the box.

[2] Baoyu doesn't care about those, just look at a dark purple celluloid bracelet as thin as a hair on her arm. Snow-white and round arms seem to have been cut off and put back on, and there is a charming feeling, as if they were in a serial.

[3] A small round window was dug on the elevator door, and a flower with an iron stalk was embedded in the window. Just one look, and then disappeared. By going up one flight of stairs, another window appeared in the darkness, and the shadow of a flower slanted through the bright moon. One bright and one dark; One is bright and the other is dark.

[4] He felt sad-is everything in this world so black and white? He went to the window and stood with his back to the lamp. The woman's laughter came from behind, and it seemed hazy for a while, but the hum of a blind man passing by in the street was very clear. Listen, it seems that the night is getting darker and deeper.

[1] Modern cinemas are the most popular palaces, which are all great structures of glass, velvet and mica. When this family entered the ground, it was a faint milky yellow: the whole place was magnified like a yellow glass by thousands of times, especially with such a sparkling magical beauty and cleanliness. The film has been shown for a long time, but the hall is empty and nobody cares. It has become a scene of palace resentment, and flutes and drums can be heard in another hall.

[2] It's Yu Jiayin, wearing a black coat, with hair scattered on both sides and a face like red light reflecting snow. Her beauty seems to be because she is young, but it is really because of her round and soft face, eyebrows and facial features that somehow fit together, just like the wishes of all young people, one wish is always young, and one wish is always pitiful. When she is alone, there is a persistent and bitter look in her small and beautiful eyes.

[3] Jiayin went to teach on the first day, and the weather was particularly good that day. Although that place is also the house of Hengtang, it is a semi-isolated small house with a three-dimensional structure caused by light. The balcony in the corner upstairs stood out to cover the door, and she stood at the door as if under the eaves. There is a light on the edge of the roof near the blue sky, which is very thin, like a white wave on the side of a boat. Looking up, the milky white cement house seems to have been thrown into the cold blue sea, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

[4] Hearing this, Jiayin suddenly turned to look at his father. The lamp on her head is pulled very low, and the white magnetic cover with lotus leaf is like a big yellow and white flower, which sticks to her hair and the shadow is deeply engraved on her face. She looks very haggard, like a tropical woman who is aging before she gets old.

[5] She smiled and said nothing. As soon as she closed the door, she leaned against it and whispered, "Yu Zong!" The smile kept coming out of my eyes, and I had to squint to suppress it. She went to the table and said to the candle, "Yu Zong! Yu Zong! " Because of the smell in her mouth, the candle is rippling.