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[Introduction] at that moment, a handsome man holding a black umbrella crossed the street. Four eyes collided, everything happened in reason. The man’s heart began to throb and jump with the woman’s swaying posture. In memory and dream, he pursued the elegant and beautiful woman in Zhang Ailing’s works. Recently, I always read Zhang Ailing. Read her words and works. There is no reason for the reason. A word, like it. Is like. In fact, I am not a nostalgic man. But some things can’t be forgotten, which always make me remember. No matter how time goes by, I still remember deeply. Remember Zhang Ailing’s name, Zhang Ailing’s works, just like remembering the woman she loved all her life. Simple and directly. The wind and dust of old Shanghai in the past was like a black gel ribbon, wandering and depositing in her gray words, and finally solidified in the heart page of the appreciator, which was a lingering feeling. Zhang Ailing, a strange woman born in an official family, has been nurtured by Chinese poems, books, Piano Paintings since her childhood. Her bone marrow is soaked in Chinese style. The novel technique is also integrated into the stream of consciousness of Western montage. The words are light, elegant and elegant, full of oriental women’s unique orchid temperament and emotional color. It is also a model of modern female writers. Sometimes her words are slightly dark and nostalgic, just like a purple flower, which slowly stretches open, making people feel lazy and decadent, as if sunshine is redundant water in her words. Everything is intertwined with reality, fantasy and imagination, and finally sank into the heart of readers’ feelings. Zhang Ailing’s works had little influence before her death, and she spent her whole life wandering, lonely and cold. In the end, he died alone in an apartment in the United States. After Zhang Ailing left, people dug her works like archaeology. A series of dusty words came out one after another. The heat wave hit the whole Chinese Circle, which made countless men and women obsessed with it. I am also a fan of Zhang without discount. Having special hobbies for women is not her pretty appearance or attractive figure, but the wisdom and charm of women. I still vaguely remembered that in a wet morning, the vast picture scroll of old Shanghai was slowly unfolded in front of me, a noble, elegant woman wearing a tight blue-and-white porcelain cheongsam, walking in front of me, I am crazy about this woman. Cheongsam is a vivid and fashionable prop for women in Zhang Ailing’s works, and it is also a small oil umbrella for women to hide vulgar. Women under the umbrella must be amorous. Most women in Eileen Chang’s article are dressed in cheongsam, and their temperament and charm will be presented immediately. At the moment when a pair of black high-heeled shoes under my feet kicked over the dark bluestone street, a handsome man holding a black umbrella passed through the street. Four eyes collided, everything happened in reason. Men’s hearts begin to throb and jump with women’s swaying posture. In memories and dreams, To pursue the elegant and beautiful woman in Zhang Ailing’s works. This is the magic created by Eileen Chang’s words, which controls readers’ obsession with her words and can’t help herself. But throughout Zhang Ailing’s life, her love is gray. The story is just like herself. There is no need to say anything from strong to silent leaving. A small street, Street across most sweet, middle encounter most beautiful, Street parting most painful. Love is a feeling. It is worth remembering in the whole life. Everything will be diluted by time. Love comes abruptly and leaves quietly. Flowers cleared. No rules can be seen, no details can be touched. For example, Four Seasons rotation cannot be stopped or copied. Loneliness is as empty and desolate as the boundless desert. Zhang Ailing wrote flowers in her spirit, and Zhang Chi was generous. She interpreted the truth of love, the lingering of hatred and the misfortune of fate incisively and vividly. The men’s and women’s love quilt cover on heavy chains. From her love in a Fallen City, Lust and Caution, the golden lock, her writing style has not changed, and what has changed is only her new understanding of the world. Zhang Ailing believes that love is sincere. But the ending is that no one knows the truth. Maybe what I don’t know is beauty. I like Eileen Chang’s words, and I prefer her prose narrative style and leisurely life attitude. What should be forgotten is still remembered, while what should not be forgotten is already forgotten. There is a reason for the existence of women’s words. Men should not add a small word before Zhang Ailing’s words, which is disrespect for her. I will be obsessed with Eileen Chang’s words like my own words, which are simple, persistent and affectionate. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. 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I found happiness, and this morning I suddenly realized that happiness was around me. I AM such luck to catch up with the pace of the times, first of all, I have a full knowledge of economics; Amiable; Knowledge of astronomy; Knowledge of geography; In short, he knows everything; He can tolerate the world with a big belly. He is the most fashionable public lover in modern times, but it also belongs to me. I don’t say you know who he is. When I first met him, I fell in love with him. When I first opened the car, he might not like me very much, and always gave me problems, I got stuck with him and stayed with him every day. Unexpectedly, I left my lover aside. My lover said nothing silently. After a long time, I almost broke up with my lover. Fortunately, I lost my way and now my lover is still in my hands. I also love her. From time to time, I looked at her and appreciated her beauty. From time to time, I also started to draw it several times. However, I have been with my favorite for a long time. The longest time is up to 2/3 of the time of a day. Slowly 1/2, and now it may be less. It is not that I love him less, but that I love him more. I know that he also loves me. When I have happiness and bitterness, I will talk to him, and I will always be relieved from him. He led me to watch all kinds of entertainment programs, Watch the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, travel to Tibet, and watch the spectacular Mongolian grasslands. As long as you don’t know something, you will certainly get the answer in his Baidu. With such a person to accompany and know each other, this life is enough! Besides, my lover, I also love her so much. At first, I was obsessed with her and never forgot to take her when I went to relatives. I opened my pen and ink to paint her when I was free, Oh! I stick her on the wall, looking left and right. If not, I will buy another one. Slowly, I copied a little bit, and got praise from people around me. I am happy to have such a lover. I love her, and when I wake up at midnight, I also look at her on the wall. Since I had a public lover, I left it aside and didn’t look at it for ten and a half months, but I was not bored with her. I gave all my time to my lover. Under the reminder of others, I tried my best to avoid meeting the so-called lover. Now I spend more time with my lover, our relationship deepened again. I couldn’t leave her. I held my hand and grew old with her. I also have my favorite. He is like my child, and I prefer him, which is my immature works. I fell in love with writing. Although I couldn’t write good articles, there were all my painstaking efforts. I love them, and they are my children. With the birth of each article, he would have a lot of pains before birth. When the child landed, he would have a strong breath. In preparation for giving birth to the next baby, I want to give birth to more new lives and children with high IQ, then I have to find my lover. Lovers, lovers and children, you are my happiness. What else can I not be satisfied? It is enough for me to love you. I have found happiness. It turns out that happiness is around me. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…