Qq space love log article 1 heart, only one, can't carry redundant feelings. I just want to keep you in my heart and will not love you easily. I don't remember what afternoon it was, but you added it to my friends list. I haven't chatted with you, but occasionally I receive comments from your blog and seldom chat. It is precisely because I have always had a standard for chatting online that I won't talk too much with strangers. Therefore, I have been wandering on the Internet for many years, and I have never had a good friend to chat with.
For so many years, you are the only one who can read between the lines that I am emotionally fragile. So the other day you told me that you had a feeling that I was depressed. Can you tell me why I am unhappy? My eyes were wet at that time. Are you really someone who understands me? The one who can only read me from words?
So I began to care more about you, and we talked more often, and then the topics began to increase, from family to career, from marriage to feelings, and there were endless words every time. I like to hear you call me: smelly boy, I also like to hear you call me a stupid guy. Every time I care, I will say: be happy.
Every time I am moved, I say goodbye to you in this way. But I know that we will never meet again in this life. I always remember the phone number you left me clearly, but I never had the courage to call you because I didn't know what to say at the moment when the phone was connected. I haven't seen you for several days, and I miss you. I think you know how you are doing at the moment.
I really don't know what to say. I won't admit that I love you to anyone, including you and myself. The word "love" carries too many benefits. At my age, I should no longer have the right to love. It is precisely because our feelings can't escape the walls of secular lust and responsibility that this unloved love is destined to die in my heart so as not to be hit by both sides. I don't think you have anything to do with feelings, but with loneliness. Three sentences and a half lines
You are the "blue confidante" that I often think of when I am lonely and forget when I share my family. Therefore, I think we will be brothers and sisters for life, and we will not say we love you in this life, but I will send my most sincere concern and blessing. If love really has an afterlife, I hope we can meet at the right time.
Emotion is a flashy and short-lived dream. When I wake up, all the love and hate will pass, leaving a mottled and desolate heart. Company slogan
Those words, those sung songs, those self-conscious silences; Those who passed by, then those who saw, those who suffered and recovered; Love that passed by, hate that met in a narrow way, and forgotten fate. Those, those are desolate.
For example, in Jin Zhiwen's Lonely Love Than No Love, when two people are not together, they can feel so happy for a little thing and can't wait to get it. After being together, they are bored because they already have it, far from the happiness they imagined. As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil, and only those who are favored will hide.
At our age, it is not suitable to talk about feelings, just like luxury goods, it is difficult to get a sincere heart, and then even if we are affectionate enough, we will let go of each other at a mature age. This is not a real feeling.
Feelings are just superficial prosperity and deep inner feelings, which we don't understand and can't bear. When the prosperity disappears, all that remains is a desolate heart, full of scars. Seriously, you lose.
Our stories are always too dull, and the desolation behind this feeling seems to be infected with some floweriness. Then you can say with a generous smile that you loved yourself, but only to cover up your dullness. You think your feelings are great, but no one will care about your story, and then it seems to disappear.
Let nature take its course, don't deceive yourself, don't force it, even if it's bleak, it won't be black and blue.
Qq Space Love Diary 3 Autumn has come, and it is getting cold. Have you put on the coat I gave you? Do you remember the year when we met in Fenglin? Perhaps, you have forgotten.
Today's maple forest is full of fallen leaves, and the fiery red leaves hanging on the treetops are also aging! After many years, it is a feeling to revisit the old place. I really want to go back to that year, and we can still hold hands and walk on the gravel road covered with fallen leaves.
That road is not cleaned, maybe lovers walk hand in hand on this 1 road full of maple leaves, and it's not a sight! I have seen many lovers walk this road, but none of them have ruined it. Couples roam here, and I am alone.
Miss your lips, miss your smile, miss your hug, miss your perfume. Your voice, your long hair, your waist, I have been hurt, tears blurred the scenery in front of me, sad feeling, heavy, depressed heart! Gradually fragmented.
Endure the inner pain, dry the tears in the corner of your eyes, leaving a touch of tears. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a couple hugging each other on the bridge and then kissing. Heartache, but endure, silently from behind them, walked past. I didn't mean to listen. "I will love you all my life." "Me too" but can they really do it? Maybe this is just a perfect oath before, or a scam.
I once said to you, "I only love you in my life." You replied: "Don't betray me, I love you all my life." I asked myself, I only love you in my life, I can't do it. But you broke up because I brought a girl home. Why? You refused to believe me. I never told you that girl was my cousin. It is because of a love that I can't trust each other that I can't continue, even if I have loved it before.
I still remember what you said when we broke up that day. "Who is she?" "Why did you lie to me?" "I saw betrayal in your eyes. Deception. " "Let's break up!" And so on, I didn't answer or explain. Why is it so simple to break up? Why do you never cry? It's for him I'm the one who got hurt, not you, right?
Such a beautiful maple forest is incomplete. Without your world, I go on silently, to the end of this road and to the end of my life.
I firmly believe that everyone needs feelings in their hearts, although it takes courage to say it, and then it is precisely because love is not a daily necessity like three meals a day, but a luxury and even needs to be maintained.
In the emotional world, just like a person holding an S-class compass and an N-class compass, among thousands of similar faces, you will find the eyes you are looking at, and you will no longer feel uneasy and lonely. We searched so hard that we even fell down several times, and others pushed our hearts to the ground. We can't believe that if we look so hard, he will appear at the next corner. Feelings often miss each other when they turn around and leave.
No one can add or subtract feelings and figure out how long it will take us and how far we will go to find him. Feelings are unfathomable and full of mystery. If you are lucky enough to meet him, no one can come up with the right formula and make the emotional taste he just likes.
If a person, even his life, is given to another person who is not related by blood, this selflessness is called applause.
A girl who used to play very well, now it takes one hour to go to work by subway every day and two hours to go back and forth on the road. After coming home from work, she rushed into the kitchen non-stop, washed vegetables and selected vegetables in cold water by hand, and washed the big underwear changed by boys in the shower. Before we got married, we talked about TV dramas and travel. Among a group of sisters, she is the best dresser and the most active in ideas. If she wants to go backpacking, she dares to break into the railway station at night without wearing high heels. After getting married, listening to her nagging, her boyfriend likes to eat braised pork. After calculation, the price of pork in the market has gone up again, and then it evolved to the day when her in-laws' cholesterol was a little high, and then it was time to give birth to her husband. From then on, the husband snored by the bed, and the diaper at the end of the bed was high. Let's make a joke and ask her if she wants to "fall down" so soon. She smiled and brought out pots of food. When she walked into the kitchen again, the boy carefully brushed her hair on one shoulder, fearing that the soup would spill, and fastened her apron again. Then I slapped her on the back of the neck while everyone was watching. She obviously saw that we were waiting for her answer and said, "He knew I was afraid of the dark, so he bought me a nightlight. He knows that I am not used to spicy food, so every time I order, I will tell the waiter to put less spicy food. He was afraid that I would be too tired by subway, so he pinched my feet after dinner. It's cold at night, and he will take my coat and hold my hand and go for a walk together. He can whip my wandering emptiness, hold me tight, be cold and desolate, and relieve my constant tension and strength. Although his shoulders are not generous, I lean on him, as if I saw at a glance that we would die of old age. No matter how mediocre I am, he always thinks that I am the most beautiful in his world. "
Qq Space Love Log Article 5 "Who do you remember next season?"
Rain is the promise of the cloud. When my heart is wet, I lose my feeling and become raindrops, which fall on whose fingertips. Tears are the promise of the eyes. If you want to talk, tears will flow, and a little cinnabar will fall on whose heart. This season is the promise of fallen leaves to autumn. All attachment and disappointment have turned into a pinch of soil, waiting for the last affection.
Walking in the cold street, the wind is mixed with drizzle. The city lights and neon lights sparkle with warmth and tranquility. Meeting, once a tree blossomed. So, what about parting? Is parting this long and cold street? I still can't get out of that dream you woven after all. The wind is falling and the rain is falling. Under the neon lights, I saw the light dance of the rain. Reach out your hand, and a little coolness is embedded in your heart. I didn't feel the weight of the raindrops, but somehow my heart became heavy. Then, am I also like the autumn rain, landing silently, just dispensable in your heart? No, the rain can still be heard. It falls on my heart. What about me?
Meet, meet, what a beautiful word. If there is only one time in life, then whether we can live up to our lovesickness, then there will be no sadness in this autumn. If life is just as beautiful as the first time, strangers, strangers and lovers, then I am still me, and you are still you, guarding each other for a quiet time, a book, a cup of tea and a period of time. However, fate brought us closer so easily, and then separated us.
How much sadness did the autumn rain bring? On the way in autumn, say "take care" first and then "take care". If we are together, we will be together. If we separate, we will leave. Smile and use all my strength. I dare not even say a word, even a little greeting. Just because I want to protect the last warmth. Don't bother, it's my last tenderness for you.
Perhaps, you are the tears left by my previous life, gently falling on my fingertips; Perhaps, you are the butterfly of my life's dream, flying in the window of my years; Perhaps, you are my bodhi in the afterlife, a thousand-year dream, and an unforgettable love. Unfortunately, I am not the wind, how can I catch up with your departure? I am not a cloud, and I can't stare at you quietly from the height of the cloud; I am not a butterfly, and I can't cross the other side of your world of mortals.
I am Bai Yueguang, who has been waiting for 1000 years, quietly watching your reincarnation sadness; I, after waiting for the rain for a thousand years, turned for a thousand years, and the raindrops fell gently, but never fell to the eyebrows of your lovesickness. I'm worried, I'm worried, I'm a bitter feeling forged for thousands of years. Before Sanshengshi, I forgot the ferry in the middle of Sichuan and the way of reincarnation. All the watchers are following your past life.
The autumn wind blows and leaves fall one by one. In that sad autumn, I came to my dream place, a place with you. So, I began to pursue your figure.
When the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, I finally see you under the tree, and you are enjoying the beautiful picture crazily. Osmanthus fragrans fell on you, and I imagined it as a cherry blossom that I agreed to see when I was a child.
I held my breath, held back my excitement and walked to your side. When you see me, say politely: Hello. I was shocked and my body became unnatural. I look at you, silent, and want to remind you of our past. Suddenly, a tear fell from my face. You are in a hurry. Please wipe my tears and say, don't cry. what can I do for you?
At this moment, my heart is only cold. I shook off your hand and ran past you without looking back. What I'm looking for is just the result you don't remember.
I cried on the roof for a long time. I didn't give up.
You really don't remember? I asked you the other day. Remember what? Can you tell me? I didn't speak, maybe you don't care.
Later, you left quietly. I found a letter under the osmanthus tree, which read: Fool, I knew it was you when you and I met under the osmanthus tree. I have never forgotten it, even when I was a child, I will keep it in my heart. I will always remember our agreement. I'm sorry to make you spend so much time looking for me, but the time is not ripe. You are too young to get what you deserve. Ten years later, in May, I will wait for you at the appointed place. You have to understand that there is a kind of love called letting go and letting the other person pursue his dream.
I smiled and held the letter tightly in my arms, so that you wouldn't forget your childhood agreement. Looking up, the sky is so blue and there is an unspeakable beauty.
I began to put you in the deepest corner of my heart, waiting for May ten years later. I finally understand what it means to have a love called letting go.