If the wall can talk.

Che Anzhen's mother: "This is enough for a woman. Are women pets? "

Che Anzhen's father: "Full of warmth, thinking of humiliation."

Lan Zhi stood up, walked to the wall, laid her whole body flat on the wall, like a butterfly resting on petals, and suddenly she giggled.

"Anzhen, if this wall has ears, it knows all our stories."

Xin Zhilan has fallen into the bottomless abyss, and it is difficult to live in this world. Secular call it short travel and long-term regret.

If you love someone, you always think he is stupid, so you should take care of him everywhere. If you don't like someone, you should be smart and make good use of it without disturbing anyone.

She was his first love, but like all first loves, it didn't hurt him too much. He still likes the girl with short hair and round face and will write to her.

The young man shrugged his shoulders in dismay. There is a beautiful new world waiting for him on the other side of the Atlantic, and the excitement makes him forget his sadness.

An Zhen said, "No, her fault is that she can't take care of herself. Otherwise, if you make a mistake, you can bring it back and start over. "

"I will never depend on anyone in my life, nor will I beg for time, money or pity from anyone."

"What we are looking for is actually just the lost years. Now that it has been lost, it is of course unparalleled beauty. "

Don't think too much about everything, or one's reason will burn out.

The appearance is incredible. How to tell the little girl to be careful? A wolf is a wolf, and so is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He can only dance with wolves all his life, and he can only survive among wolves ... Chunchi laughs hysterically.

You know, I always miss you at dusk, between books and shadows, and in quiet sadness.

Zhuo Ling: I never cry in front of people.

This has made it very clear that everyone is unhappy sometimes.

He doesn't want to see her. He wants to leave her reckless image in his mind forever.

"I later learned that she occupied my heart."

Zhuo Ling had her own demands, and all her troubles began at that time.

There may not be sincere people in this world at all, so we have to choose, and we have to pick out the one that is realistic among all the false feelings. It's really sad

Yu Xin began to sob, crying almost like her cat, desperate and sad, like being dug a big hole in her chest with a sharp weapon, clutching her chest with one hand and trying to track down the murderer with the other.

Near-re-embodiment. Before that, you have to die once, so not many people want to be born again.

Women's cowardice is despised, but being too brave is more hateful.

Man is controlled by the god of fate, and his gains and losses are beyond his control.

If these bricks could talk, I don't know how many joys and sorrows they would tell.