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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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New Year

[Introduction] on New Year’s Eve, I received many New Year greeting messages from relatives and friends and blessings from netizens. Sincere words and heartfelt wishes were like a warm current ironing the loneliness in my heart. Thank you for meeting friends you have never met before. I wish you a happy new year and success! When the bell rang suddenly at in the new year, tonight, hundreds of millions of hands in the land of China lit the custom that the Chinese nation has inherited for thousands of years together with the hope of one heart. The deafening sound of firecrackers made people excited and excited. The electric spark splashed our agitating feelings and sleepless nights. Gorgeous fireworks shine through the dark starry sky, and turn our wishes into eternal beauty. When I was young, the hope of the new year came late in the long waiting. At the end of the new year, the whole family put on new clothes, new shoes and socks, and sat in front of the sumptuous dining table with laughter and joy. The new year was full of charm. At that time, firecrackers were rare in the southeast gold mine where I was born, and fireworks were even harder to find. I remember when I was in primary school, once a classmate suggested to buy firecrackers in Chentang village, which was more than ten kilometers away, and unexpectedly got the response of more than a dozen of classmates. As a result, we walked and ran all the way, and the earth and stone road dozens of kilometers turned back in an afternoon. I only had a few cents on me, and a classmate with the same surname lent me ten cents readily. I bought a bunch of firecrackers with ten cents and ate a bowl of rice flour for a few cents. When burning the hard-won firecrackers, the feeling of satisfaction and pride was filled with childish faces. When I grew up, I left my hometown and spent the Spring Festival in other places every year. Although the wine and vegetables became more and more abundant and the grade became higher and higher, I didn’t need to frown how much firecrackers I wanted to burn and how expensive fireworks were, but I always feel something missing in my heart. After thinking for a while, I thought that the smell and atmosphere of my hometown should be less. So, there will be spring period Dozen 2 billion great migration of Forth miracles not surprising. The Chinese people’s concept of hometown is very strong. “Often go home to see” has infected many wandering hearts, How many people’s deep hearts are caused by mutual bliss. After decades of reform and opening up, great changes have taken place in our country, which has made remarkable achievements and is marching towards the goal of modernization. The living standard of the people has improved year by year, and the life has become more and more popular. Our domestic environment is peaceful and stable, but the international situation is not optimistic. Taiwan independence, Diaoyu Island, Sino-Indian border, South China Sea and other pending issues have always involved the nerves of Chinese people. Yes, without a prosperous and powerful motherland, where can the peaceful rise come from? Therefore, every Chinese descendant must work harder to build a better and stronger motherland. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I wish our great motherland thriving and full of vitality forever! On New Year’s Eve, I received many New Year greeting messages from relatives and friends and blessings from netizens. My sincere words and heartfelt wishes were like a warm current ironing the loneliness in my heart. Thank you for meeting friends you have never met before. I wish you a happy new year and success! Although the old year is worth recalling, the new year is more worth looking forward. Although now it is still dry mountains and thin water, and the cold is still torturing our bodies ruthlessly, however, the sound of spring is approaching. Before long, the Earth will change into a green dress, swallows will build nests under the eaves and breed their children. The enchanting peach blossom and the pear blossom of saixue will compete to open again, tomorrow will be another scene of prosperity. Looking up at the bright night sky, the magnificent fireworks were like the scattered flowers of the goddess, the blooming flowers and the burning trees and silver flowers. After watching for a while, my heart also bloomed with the beautiful fireworks. In fact, one’s life is as short as fireworks in the long river of time. At the moment when shooting like a meteor across the sky, why not present one’s most magnificent and glorious life, even if the fragrance disappears, even if the smoke disappears [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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