I saw this book in the bookstore, and I turned it carefully. I have known her very early, after all, the professional and architecture of our school have a big relationship. It used to see Lin Huijing and Xu Zhimo. Basically, many people know Lin Hui because Xu Zhimo knows Lin Hui, then more is the sake of talented and beautiful. The sun is out of the afternoon, I am sitting quietly in front of the window, I have read the memoirs written by Liang Ice (daughter).
Later, I read more books, I finally knew that it was the most important thing in fact that Lin Hui is not because she is a beauty because she is first a architectian, a woman who has a literary talent. In the era of her life, a female architecture in China has made a lot of difficulties than a female leader. After reading this book, I think all my awareness is reversed.
Lin Hui because of architects, professors, poets, writers. Formerly known as Yon Yon, Fujian Province Minhou people. June 10, I was born in Hangzhou, June 10, 1955, died in Beijing. In 1916, I went to Beijing Xihua Women's Middle School. From June 1920, I went to Europe to travel to Europe to travel in London, Paris, Geneva, Rome, Frankfurt, Berlin, Brussels, etc. In 1921, he returned to China. In 1923, he participated in the crescent event. In 1924, studying in the United States, entering the University of Farm University, an elective construction course, graduated in 1927, a bachelor's degree. In the same year, I entered the Jay University of Yale, in G. P. Professor Parker Studio Learning Stage Art Design. In March 1928, I was married to Ottawa, Canada. After marriage, I went to the European to invest in the architecture, returned to China in August of the same year, and returned to Fuzhou. During the Fuzhou, I have speech "Architecture and Literature" for the first middle school in Wusi Mountain. For the "Garden Architecture Art", the "Garden Architecture Art", in 1929, was appointed as a deputy professor of the Architecture Department of Northeast University. In the year, Zhang Xueliang's bonus collected the "Bai Mountain Black Water" pattern designed by Northeastern University school emblem and Lin Hui. In 1930, he was suffering from the pneumatic disease to Beijing Xiangshan Shuangqing Villa. In 1931, he was hired in Beijing China to create a diplomatic section ...
Question
Realize this transparent body, the wisdom leaves fall in the world? Depression, Ci Jin - that day, a flame, a silent fall, only prove the wisdom loneliness, the life will die before the wind! Yesterday yesterday, the beauty also can't escape the majesty; I believe that here sleeps the most beautiful skeleton, and the soul of the moon, - .......... The lindle is last year!
Sorrow in August
Huangshuang swims in the white duck, the sorghum stem is high, how is this heartbeat, a narrow road in Tani, a worry in August? The day was washed last night, and the mountains left the sun again; the sheep he turned into the village with the sheep, and the shade of the shade of the shade was like a heart! From no one to say something in August, the summer passed, nor did it fall. But I look at the rice ridge, the melon on the earth wall, I still don't understand what is the same.
Time
When you are constantly changing in the spring, you will stay in the spring, you have left a lot of red, and if you don't want to come back, whoever sighs in the fall! Now that the autumn cloud yellow leaves have been lost to Liaoyuan, there is a thorough loneliness of the gray, you have to hear the cold and alone?
Laugh
Who smiled so sweet, so deep, then rounded? A string of the beads of the pearl flashed and shines, and the sky is really! The bottom of the Qingquan is floating, flowing into the water, brilliant, dispersed! Who smiled a good flower opened? It's so light, no one. Inadvertently in the wind, with the wind, there is a short wall, and the silk hangs in front of the sun. Who is laughing into this 100-story tower, let the unknown birds come to hover? Who is laughing into this tens of thousands of wind bells, shakes the clouds from each floor of the glass? Kunming is beautiful (already)
............ The low floor of the Yualge Street, half hidden, halfway, stand at the street, tap it, open a seam, the sun, the sun, such as writing an ancient dream. ..........
After the rain
I love this rain, the grass in this plain is a piece! My heart didn't stop with the wind, the wind blows: Blowing far with herbs, fallen leaves, blowing away a cloud, like smoke - like smoke.
Remember
Intermittent song, the most beautiful or most gentle night, with a day star. The memory of memory, who is not two or three of the Ting, the unknown emotional flowers unknown wild, the moonlight of each petal. The wind blows on the lake, the hair is chaotic, or the water is frocolic. The vast in the four sides is like a dream of the center, and everyone knows that drawings, Shen in the reflection of the waterstock!
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When can I have that quiet; the solubil is in the spring breeze, facing the mountains, facing the small river? When can you still have hope? Sharing new green, whispered poetry, boarding the city, listening to the bell? When, when is it, the heart can really understand the distance from this time; the age of the mountain river; yesterday's quiet, the bell yesterday, how to draw a picture today!
Taishan
I remember that the heart of the same day, let the dusk come, the month is hanging in the chest. Like this Qingli Mountain, today, the heart is a flawless barrier; the onion is calm, not forgetting the sunset glow, but he heard the feet, come to night -
Cry the three brothers - 30 years of air fighting
Brother, I don't have the language of the times to mourn your death; it is the requirements of the times to you, simple, you gave it. This cold and simple and strong are the glory of the era of poetry. In case of this uncomfortable, I want to shout, that is - you are also clear - because you are too early, too early, your brother, it is difficult for your brave, machinery, you The opportunity is too miserable! Three years, you killed in Chengdu, the difference between these three years, if I come to you, don't be sad, because most of us are not our old country, but others are changing in the times, our soul Bleeding, fried into a hole. We have all allies, and the material is the arms, which is what you have hoped. I remember, I remember how I discussed with you and discussed it, pointing alone, you are so resistant to each day, but the past, slow, slow like a camel! Now the reversal machine is not as the most ideal "Owl Seven Five-Year" on the same day - so stupid, that is slow, ah, you don't want to be sad, you have done what you can do, don't say anyone who mistaken you, It is impossible to measure the times, China is still going forward, the night is waiting for the fertile. Brother, I have used many unmeturable words to be poetry, I have to believe in my heart, my throat is more dumb, you will never come back, I know, youth's blood has been replaced by science; China's sorrow Allowing in my heart. Ah, don't be sad, sad, I can't give comfort. I have thought of a few times a day: You have given you all, the same as you go, give you life; existing young people; future opportunities, possible strong jobs, The wisdom of old age; possible love, family, children, and all the rights, joy; and the dispute! What do you give? You believe in how many people in China will be in front of you, it is tight than yourself; that is immortal, the history of China needs to be permanent in the world. You believe that you have done it, and finally you will hand. I am completely understood, why do I cry for you? Just because you are a child, you don't leave anything to yourself. I am looking forward to your happiness, when you are safe, today you don't worry about your pension, and the thousands of people have forgotten, who is died for who! High-spirited
I have to use this time of the luxury and calmness, the soul is awake in the freshness of a sweet and sweet, to wavily the sword of the thoughts, dance it the calm front, like the snow, the snow, the snow映, 喷 冷 冷 冷; -, cut off this time, and wretched net wandering dispute, take actions a flawless transparent, see you, pure beauty, your naked solemn. ............ Then step on the peak, climbing the white clouds and koons, crossing a Changhong, a view of the sea, in a mess, writing my surprises, and delining I am the hottest tears, my faith, sincerity, and love power, forever, worship, the film is in front of you!
You are the April day of the world - a favorite praise
I said that you are the April day of the world; the laughter is bright and the wind; the light is in the light of the spring. You are the cloud smoke in March, and the wind in dusk, the star is inadvertent, and the rain is sprinkled before the flower. That light, That Ting, you are, the crown of fresh flowers, you are wearing, you are true, solemn, you are the moon of the night. After snowing, the geese is yellow, you are like; fresh gentle buds of green, you are; soft joyful water floats you dream look forward to Zhong Chaolian. You are a tree of a tree, it's swallow in the beams, - you are love, warm, is hope, you are the April day of the world! Autumn, this fall
This is autumn, autumn, the wind is still a soft; the sun still smiles, flashing gold and silver, boasting he is not much the most luxurious morning and evening! There, in this autumn, the spots are wrong to all mountains, and the branches of the branches, the like drunken butterfly, or coral beads, luxurious disappears, colorful landing. At this time, I'm like a song, flashing from the water of the mountain spring, floating the pearls, splashed the throat of the mountain stone. At this time, the enthusiasm is all yours. Autumn knows, autumn knows that wild. But autumn, this autumn, he supported a dream, the dream is your joy: he opened his hand, a smashing, a falling fantasy change, and it is a confirmed sadness, return The patent is in the center of this life! A boy's style of the wind, from the outer edge of the West Wind last night, shake the phoenix tree. - Starting you suspicion: The lotus leaves have not been defeated; the small claus stops in the middle of the water; the details of the summer night, put the insects, but also a warmth of the ear; but the phoenix leaf brings candidum, Before the light of the lamp. Everything is two, he flashed, as long as the wind in the night, the macropo change overnight. The cold furnish fan has two eyes, in such a deep autumn, who is you again? Is the reality of the reality, is not a reality, absurd, fruit is untrusted? Doubt can't get a simple cruel, don't bleak the sadness of bleeding, once in once, I have to recognize the craftsman who is destroyed. The belief is only a fine fragrance, and the idea is not from the wind and Sha sand blows! If you can't forget, I can't forget the songs that I have heard; the flowers have been good, the belief should sleep in the middle of the past. ... The pride of autumn is the fruit, not germination, - life can't do you don't give you the Xinfang you accumulated; each layer of the heat is overwhelmed; do you take advantage of your most difficult acid. At this time, don't cry; or call; more don't need to close your eyes; (to the future will be empty); as long as low, in the quiet, low, low, it's sleepy, - tolerate this The leaves of the leaves have tighten the string rattles. This night, this night, this miserable transformation!
Quiet sitting
Winter winter, cold is like flowers, - flowers have flowers, winter memories. A dead shadow, the thin smock, dragging a painting in front of the afternoon; cold in the cold, gradually oblique ... It is like a guest to talk to the tea. People
Life, you are a song, I am singing; you are a river, I am a boat, a little Baofan, I am a traveler, you, fields, mountains, peaks. In any case, it is put on your close to you, I will never pass through you; I survive, you are the river I survive, the same strength. Your existence is the five colors in my chest, but we are interlaced with each other and have not been lost. .......... Now I am dead, you, - I will handle you again!
Delay
When all emotions are incorporated into a small river, the river, the bold sea, - No matter how urgent, how to circle, - the river is strong, the size stone egg, what is the counterflow The small harbor is like the life, unintentional tranquility avoids the mainstream; the smooth wave of emotions has grieved. Stop, this Mercedes-Benz blood; they don't have to relax in the tears. It may be a few times, and you will be able to run water, let's go all the chaos before you, all, go to architectural logic. Trend the desperate conclusion, slightly slow, delay the judgment of reason, - will give pure emotions a hope!
Love
I am willing to make a fallen leaves, so that the wind is blowing into zero; or a cloud is a cloud, there is no more implicated in clear blue sky, and the earth is not more implicated. But hugged the sadd sign, I didn't fall into the sky; at dusk, the night class, I walked at the feet, all emptiness, no more gentle; forgot to have this world; have you; mourning who has been there again Love; falling flowers, forgetting the emotions in these tears. Everything is not allowed to stay in that day, than a flash, a smaller traces, you have to forget that I have lived in this world.
laugh
Laughing is her eyes, lips, and lips. Gorgeous is like dew, blossoming, laughing, hiding in the stub. That is laughing - the laugh, beautiful laughter; the water map, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her luster, scattered her ear. Light is like a flower shadow, itchy sweetly poured into your heart. That is laughing - the laugh of the poem, the laugh: the clouds of the cloud, the soft wave of the waves.
I heard the music in the middle of the night.
This is your finger, gently bounce, on this late night, dense sorrow. I can't help the cheek, I am listening to, listening, this is vivid in the middle of the night. I listened to my heart, I know, how can I be and? Life is early, and it is too weak, it is the beautiful imagination of people. Unless there is such a day in the dream, you and I have the string of the hope.
