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Bao Yun has only been in our school for half a year. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info was paid special attention to by the provost when she came, because she was a famous school flower elsewhere, and even in this church school, she did not see the light of day when she became an adult, and there were many love books written about her, which added a lot of trouble to her and the inspection of the academic affairs office. Every time there was an amusement party, she sang or acted with rouge, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Oh my God!"

Our bathrooms were separated by dark red lacquered wood panels, with red lacquered stools nailed to the walls, sprinkled with water and skin debris. There is a dark green lotus pot under the faucet, and I can see a circle of white dirt in the jar. Gray water door, a place of water, nowhere to put shoes. The active half of the door was dangerously clothed, and under the door was a ditch, more water. The wind was very strong, and the cold stench of the neighboring toilet was blowing, but everyone was still very happy when they rushed to occupy the bathroom and poured out the water. Friends shouted loudly above the sound of water from a few small rooms.

I heard someone named "Bao Yun!" and asked her, I don't know who borrowed the address of Summer Sauce to play "Young Grandma's?"

Fan", "Looking for you to make a cameo, isn't it?"

"Nothing!"

"Log out all your photos!"

"Now I'm ignoring it. The ...... of those people Too little knowledge. I'm going to learn how to sing. ”?

He stepped his foot into the cold water and shouted, "Wow!" and threw water on his body, screaming all the way. "Hey, I'm going to break my throat!" beckoned, "and she screamed and laughed and sang in the water, and the Italian "Oh Shuffle!" ("Oh, my sun!") flew up like a dove with a thin throat, and flew over the light car of the young grandmother of the schoolgirl, and the plain where the woman was low, and flew upwards and upwards into the immortality of bright art.

Zhenliang's throat, "Oh oh oh oh squirt!" The long-term lamp with a thin neck and a big belly, and a small fire in the glass cover?

The small flutter is the jolting beat of the song.

"Oh, Ailing, I really envy you! You're not going out, are you, I've been passing by all that excitement -- it's not worth it!?

In the final analysis, it is still the comfort of art! I believe in art. I also have a lot of things that I have always wanted to write, but I am too busy to do so, and my health is too bad, you see my hands, you see - the Russian who taught me to sing advised me to rest for a few years, but he did not know how I rested - when I had time I read French, Italian, and helped Mr. Luo translate the history of music. China still does not have a decent history of music. Mr. Luo, he really encouraged me - you don't know about me, do you?"?

She blushed and lowered her voice. She raised her handkerchief, and this time she really wiped her eyes, and new tears kept coming out, giving birth, but not falling down, shining out, like a child drinking soda, reluctant to swallow it in one gulp, holding it in her mouth, her left cheek bulging to her right cheek, and big bubbles blowing out of her lips. “

Mr. Luo always said, 'Baoyun, it's a pity to be so smart as you?!' You know, I used to be the least skilled in school, but then I really used it for a few years, and he taught me so enthusiastically that I was embarrassed not to do it. He studied in the United States and has been to Europe, and he has studied both French and Italian. He couldn't wait to teach me everything. ”?

The window of my room is facing the spring sun. The shade of the dark green lacquered cloth was halfway up, and the wind blew it high, shaking the small wooden pendant at the end of the rope. The pale ochre curtains, which had been ruined, were clinging to the golden iron fence, horizontal and edged, like mussel shells and sails, vermilion in the shadow of the sun, and purple in the shadows. It floated away again, revealing a faint blue sky and white clouds. It can be French or Italian. On a beautiful day, you can feel it flowing outside the window, like a river, kissing the windowsill and kissing the side of the boat. The sun went dark, and the boat passed through the bridge hole, and it was lit up again.?

"But I said, I said he hurt me, and I couldn't get along with my old friends! - Oh, Eileen, you don't know about me: I don't see him much anymore, so I keep saying, I'm going to find Eileen, I'm going to find Eileen, and after reading what you wrote, I know we must be able to talk. ”?

"Why don't we see each other again?" I asked.

She chuckled chuckled. "No, he's losing weight day by day, and his wife is losing weight day by day, what about me, you see?

This hand...... Now, at least, his wife is fat out of three!"?

She was willing to ask me to write her story. I told her that I must not have written as well as she said - I told her.

The first time she and Luo Qianzhi met, it was a trip to a girlfriend of hers, who was studying in college, and asked her to get together at school and hang out together. Bao Yun came too early, and they were in class. Lizhen caught a glimpse of her through the glass window and beckoned her in. Soon after the gentleman arrived, he bit his lip and flipped through the book darkly. Lizhen pulled her to sit down next to her and whispered, "New here." It's a stunt. ”?

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he was of medium height and square, pressed his hands on the table, and said sadly, "Shakespeare is great. All should love Shakespeare. He looked at the students with gloomy, distrustful eyes, sure that they would not love Shakespeare, and yet still stubbornly said, "Shakespeare is great," raised his chin in challenge, "great," lowered his face slightly, and looked irresistibly at the level of the listener, "great," bowed his head affirmatively, a stone fell to the ground, and one chin squeezed into two more affirmative.

"If we were to find a word to describe Shakespeare today, if all lovers of literature and art, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, were to come and find a word to describe Shakespeare—" He gestured violently like a bandmare, back and forth, back and forth, and the whole air vibrated painfully for the impossible word. He spoke English fluently and happily in the melodious tone of reading ancient texts, and gradually became intoxicated by his wine-like voice, and suddenly showed a mouthful of snow-white and neat teeth, and smiled at everyone. He also had a light gesture, not turning a screw, but a dragonfly in the air like a person in the air to take off a little bit of wool with care, both hands together, one pick and one pick, too dexterous. "Juliet is fourteen years old. Why fourteen?" he asked ecstatically. "Ah, because Shakespeare knows the good of a fourteen-year-old innocent and innocent girl!Ah, a fourteen-year-old girl!, why would I not sacrifice if you give me a fourteen-year-old girl?" he chattered and made a poor appearance, and the students laughed and said, "Dramatize." It's not bad - it's a bit humorous. ”?