王老师最近觉得自己像一瓶行走的香水。

老王觉得自己是锦鲤本鲤了。

周末，他带着老婆孩子逛商场，路过一个套圈摊位，红彤彤的招牌上写着几个大字：“套圈赢大奖，终极大奖玛莎拉蒂！”

老李是个精明人，或者说，他自诩精明。

老李退休后的第一个春节，过得格外“热闹”。

Liu Mingde recently took on a job with a generous salary and easy work – "playing" a detainee.

小李醒来的时候，鼻子里插着氧气管，身上裹得像个刚出土的木乃伊。他动了动手指，钻心的疼，像有一万根针在扎。他想喊，嗓子眼却像被什么东西堵住了，只能发出“嗬嗬”的怪声。

Li Ming was jolted awake by his alarm clock early in the morning. He struggled to get out of bed, his eyes not fully open, and instinctively reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Three minutes left!" he mumbled, his voice full of anxiety.

王德福捏着那张被撕成两半的登机牌，站在丽江机场的寒风里，像一尊刚出土的兵马俑，脸上的颜色比兵马俑还丰富几分。

Xiaofang recently felt that something was a little off.

Zhang Qiang sat blankly in front of his computer for an entire day. On the screen was his father's WeChat profile picture - a gray, empty space.

Three months ago, his father passed away. A sudden cerebral hemorrhage took away the quiet old man, and also took away one of the few sources of warmth in Zhang Qiang's life.