Those unforgettable be aesthetics

Dad’s flower has fallen, and I am no longer a child. ——Lin Haiyin's "Old Things in the South of the City"

That person may never come back, that person may come back tomorrow. ——Shen Congwen's "Border Town"

An adult ran among a group of screaming children. But I don't care. I chased, the wind blew across my face, and a smile as big as the Panjshir Canyon hung on my lips. I chase. —— Khaled Hosseini, "The Kite Runner"

Maybe there are children who have never eaten people? Save the child... - Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman"

I saw Xuesui going up the escalator, her back like a white ghost. She never looked back once. ——Keigo Higashino's "White Night Walk"

There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died, and now it is like a canopy. ——Gui Youguang's "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"

Life has light. Before I burn it out, it's all I can do to illuminate you a little. ——Zhang Jiajia "There is a Canteen by the Clouds"

Finally, another November morning came, a winter morning with bare leaves and no birds. She could no longer get up and said loudly: " It's a good day for fruitcake!" - Truman Capote, "A Christmas Memory"

The old man dreamed of the lion again. ——Ernest Hemingway, "The Old Man and the Sea"

I just feel that the saints in heaven and earth have enjoyed the wine and cigarettes, and are staggering drunkenly in the air, preparing to give unlimited pleasure to the people of Lu Town. happiness. ——Lu Xun's "Blessing"

Everything in Chang'an City is over, and everything is irreversibly moving towards mediocrity. ——Wang Xiaobo's "Wanshou Temple"

Lyudmila turned off her own book on the table, leaned her head on the pillow and said: "Turn off the light! You haven't read enough? You said : "Wait a moment. I've just finished reading Italo Calvino's novel "A Traveler on a Cold Winter's Night"." - Italo Calvino's "A Traveler on a Cold Winter's Night"

"You think we are talking nonsense like this How long can we continue in the future? " he asked. Florentino Ariza had prepared the answer fifty-three years, seven months, eleven days and nights ago. "Eternal life! " he said.

——Marquez "Love in the Time of Cholera"