On the sad parting of lovers 1: Fingertips are full of ink, and the years are quiet and looking back.
Summer raindrops hit the windowsill in big drops and slipped on the transparent glass window. The rain tracks in the window quickly blurred the line of sight, and only the peaceful lilies opened on the windowsill could be seen. White petals let the raindrops beat, splashing crystal water drops, reflecting a clear dream like a novel. In this illusory dream, I can still vaguely see some yellowing deeds in the past. I don't know if these things are branded in my heart because of some feelings in the past, which can't be erased by the wind and frost of years. And those looming shadows, though dim, have been hidden in their hearts. I didn't watch it, I didn't bother, I just missed it occasionally.
The raindrops dripping under the eaves echo the petals hovering in the air, forming a beautiful ink painting. So I naturally opened the window, looked at the messy petals in mid-air, and reached out my left hand to pick up a petal stranded on the windowsill by the north wind. I just smell the residual fragrance left by it. At this time, I felt that my cheeks looking out of the window were wet by the faint summer rain. At this moment, I can't tell whether my eyes are wet with tears or rain. Still standing at the window, inhaling the air in the rain, the air in the rain is accompanied by the smell of earth, flowers and Jiangnan, which has not faded in my heart for a long time and still echoes from time to time.
I still remember that year, it was also rainy. In the rainy lane, we walked barefoot on a small stone path covered with petals with an oil-paper umbrella. At that time, our faces were a little childish, and our little feet stepped on the shallow pit full of rain. The splashing water fell on the clothes one after another, and it was wet in an instant. At that time, our faces were still smiling sweetly. Perhaps in this life, only the rainy lane of childhood is the purest and most carefree. Nowadays, we travel in strange cities in our respective years, and we dare to meet tears and rain in the heavy rain. Whether we are happy or sad, we all hide our faces. Maybe only in this way can we hide the sadness that appears on the surface.
It rained harder and harder, and the branches and leaves outside the window were disturbed by the rain, which disturbed the original elegance. Looking at the paper wall pasted on the wall, full of poetic past, it has become hazy now. Those faded letterheads have also been stained by years. I tried to go through the wall of time, through the rainy scenery outside the window, get a pen and write down the summer rain again. However, read the beauty of rainy days carefully, try to throw the initial sadness into the rain, and let the rain wash away all kinds of troubles in the past, sadness that should not have happened in the past and everything in the past.
My fingertips are filled with the shallow fragrance of summer ink, and the tranquility of the years is outlined in the stationery. In this summer, I will smell faint flowers in the flower season, listen to the melody of raindrops beating on the windowsill, and watch the sunrise and sunset on sunny days. If so, then my summer will be very comfortable. In leisure time, it is suitable to sit by the window, brew a pot of green tea, admire a beautiful curtain, write a beautiful article and watch the changes of the years ahead.
The years are dim at the tip of the pen and sad on the white paper. How can I turn the years into years? Summer is the season of parting. How can I continue to write? I still remember those years, we chased our dreams all the way, waved goodbye to the partners who struggled together, took a trip in the stumbling life and bid farewell to the past. In this life, we can't count how many times we will say goodbye, which ones are red-eyed and wet-faced, or perhaps choked in our hearts. I think only the desolation of the pen tip will record the past flowing in the years.
Shallow pen and ink record deep memories. This summer, I just want to live a simple life. I just read a few books, wrote a few paragraphs, did a little meditation, and chatted with Wen Zuoyou.
Beautiful article 2 about the sadness of lovers' parting: parting with the lonely shadow
After missing it, it is still a deep pain. Goose comes and goes, depicting the autumn waters in my heart, always entangled in the screams and hysteria of sighs, the dusty clothes of the world, the exchanges between Qian Fan, the wandering heart and the messy shadows. The world is far away, and the north and the south can only dance solo, watching the songs become memories.
Chi Cheng, who sticks to himself, likes to criticize his persistent thoughts and lingering thoughts in the most beautiful season. The impact of time is surrounded by faint sadness, and the lonely melody replays the prosperous and lonely, unreachable time, counting the unreachable pain, drunkenness and love, caring about the invisible greetings, such as the years like water, and a sleepless pillow waiting for Yonghe.
Some people have known each other for some time, but they are remembered in the deepest part of their hearts. In my life, I will meet many people and things by mistake. Some destinies are doomed to be lost, and some destinies are doomed to have no good results. It's stormy, from the starting point to the contact goodbye, all we have is a sentence, tossing and turning, we just want each other to be full of spring breeze, intoxicated and chanting, and the ends of the earth are smiling and cold, and we just want each other to be safe for life. Thousands of miles away, even if the mountain is high and the road is far, we can know each other and cherish each other.
I don't know if you are as safe as ever. After a busy period of time, when I think of you, my heart will cry inexplicably and follow expectations. All sadness is memories and nostalgia. Just to still have that concern in my heart, the baby with that nickname. I looked at the screen and sat opposite me alone. I held a lamp alone. You can't see me at this time. You don't know how desolate my heart is. How can you forget when you are together? Far away, at night without you, I am used to being with myself.
The moonlight is like water tonight. I like such a night, standing under the moon with endless acacia, years of stormy life, changed with the baptism of time, melted into my heart, covered with dust. What have I experienced? A pure heart just wants to stay away from this secular disturbance and restore peace. Through thick and thin, every happiness, every life, is for no regrets, life does not need to be explained, as long as you do yourself well, the sorrow and sadness in life will disappear with you.
Some tears, some blame, can't talk, I buried it all in the dust. Hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, looking at clouds and sky, no one will notice me and no one will care about me. An ordinary self, not demanding, not impatient, down-to-earth, quiet and deep, leaving with his bare hands. Ignore the family and ignore the friendship. Every chapter, sketch and trace of life means a mature experience. Turning around and looking back can only be portrayed in the rings of memory. Prosperity and sadness will eventually become the past, and only inner peace can be achieved.
Above the prosperity, the nib is cold. There are countless words. The three warmest words in the world are not "I love you", but "I am waiting for you". The Ying Ying of life has never stopped, and those half-bright and half-dark lives are the true meaning of life. Looking back on life, only desolate and lonely words are left. People walk in the corner of tea and remember the invisible sadness, so deep and so stirring. Look up at the sky and call earnestly, those joys and sorrows portrayed in time will one day become bright and life will eventually wither. If you can hold your hand and keep warm with the person you love in the twilight, it will be the softest and most beautiful attachment in life. On the other side of time, you can safely let go and live up to this life.
In this life, I just want to keep a warm acquaintance, be gentle and speechless, and travel all over Qian Shan just to rush to an eternal agreement. How far is the distance between heart and heart in the sky of life? Secular architecture, I really want to lean on your shoulders, listen to the wind and enjoy the moon, watch the sunrise and sunset, and I really want to accompany you to watch the flowers bloom and fall. I am waiting for you, but I can't wait for myself.
Dark and mottled, the wind blew off the last chill, standing in the desolation of time, recalling the past drifting away on this moonlit night. In the thin years, life is broadened by love. It's always easier to leave than to meet, but it's hard to meet and it's easy to break up. Meeting is a fate among hundreds of millions of people. Spring blossoms and autumn leaves wither. On the road of life, the wind and rain are about to drip, the light is shining, and the most beautiful posture of life is always so quiet. A song, an old song, is attracting us to recall the past and let us walk into each other's hearts.
Persistent thoughts, parting buildings, we are all resisting loneliness with love, just don't want to talk about it anymore! Waiting for a lifetime, changing the helplessness of a lifetime, spring blossoms, the full moon is like the milky way, leaning against Zhang Qingshan to see the river, wandering in the moon, red leaves flooding the mountains, acacia falling into the sea, people gathering and dancing alone, I am in trouble, the moon is coming, where is Iraq? Only the world of mortals is the most bitter, the hair turns white, and the lover is hard to stay. From now on, I will have a full moon. When can I see you again?
Laughing and crying, I feel strange and at a loss. The intersection is full of sadness and falling in love. In the depths of time, life flows in thousands of ways, and I love endless loneliness. In the golden age, only the fans left, all disappeared, sitting alone in the landscape, writing down the words leaving the building and feeling endless desolation. The world is bustling, pleasant and beautiful but short-lived. I just want to embrace the whole world with warm arms. Those who used to be casual are the persistence confirmed by years. I hope to win a heart and never leave each other.
Look up at your own words and feel the faint injury. The best years, windy days, will be quiet and profound once they meet. After parting, you have walked out of my sight and watched time pass quietly. Time flies, I cling to the past, the other side of time is a lonely line, lingering in the end of the world, just to lose, lose.
Parting from the building, quietly, at both ends of life, the desolation of life is entangled, and the pen is lingering. For thousands of years, I have stood on the other side of loneliness. I am a stranger in the world and I feel sad. When I look back, I only see my own words still there. Imprisoned in time and space, the glory, prosperity and sadness that accompany a lifetime will eventually become the past, turn around and look back, cherish and accompany the lonely shadow.
On the sadness of lovers' parting 3: small parting
We have been getting along with each other for many years.
Time has witnessed our feelings for many years.
We also witnessed each other's growth.
Once, I thought we would never be apart, and we could stay together until the future.
Once, I tried to think of countless parting scenes.
I thought I would cry, be sad and be sad.
However, none of them.
It's easy to go back and see the old place with your dreams.
In fact, no one can't live without anyone, and there is no banquet that never ends.
However, our youth will not end.
Because, as we all know, we have our own way to go.
Because we all know that we have our own choices.
Because we all know that we have our own dreams.
So, we give each other understanding.
Just walk away quietly and take away all our memories.
I believe we will all get better.
The beautiful fourth article is about the sadness of lovers' parting: parting is close at hand and warms the horizon.
Tonight, the broken rain is falling, and the traces of winding on the glass window rustle across some cold hearts. Staring silently at the window, the starlight reflected by the street lamp splashed into the bottom of my heart and scattered. Some feelings and sadness surfaced from the deepest lurking place, then curled up and finally overcast.
The feast originally belonged to laughter, and the tears you met unexpectedly were moving. The swaying half cup of dry red stands at the corner of the table, giving off a sour taste. Your heart is especially grateful. It is her anesthesia that gives you the courage to temporarily unload your firmness and give yourself reasons and opportunities to restore purity. Showing pity on the outside, although gentle and weak, everyone's heart can't help but tremble with a simple and simple flick.
Over the years, those old friends who left without saying goodbye have given you too much self-blame and entanglement.
That unprepared winter night, your youthful brother closed his eyes forever because of automobile exhaust poisoning. That morning, you just flew into a rage because he stole your painting and tried to pass it off as his own work, and even slapped him because he insisted on not admitting his mistake. Sadly, before reconciliation, this turned out to be your way to say goodbye to him forever. Brother's angry little face turns into a cold knife, cutting your heart all the time. Repentance and pain are superimposed, and when you operate the brush again, your hand always shakes involuntarily, so that you can't draw any more. This has become an irreparable regret in your life!
That autumn, you were caught off guard, accompanied by an old man like your father, and chose to jump from the upstairs, drawing a bloody end to your life. You never realized that he suffered from depression. You are busy with work and have a lot of entertainment. Countless pale excuses take turns to comfort you, but you always deceive yourself and can't make you feel at ease. You always blame yourself for your carelessness. Even if he is a patient, he may not be cured by your persuasion, but if your kind words can stop him, even if it makes him slow down and walk to the window, your heart will not be as heavy as it is now. When you say goodbye to the old man, you kneel down and cry like a child. Unfortunately, this old man can no longer comfort your helpless heart with warm hands.
In this warm and late spring, your mother, the kindest mother who worked hard all her life and raised your four brothers alone, was found to have breast cancer again. On a moonless night, you hide in the dark and cry bitterly, begging for God's mercy, and would rather prolong her life in the world by shortening her life. Unfortunately, God bless, my mother is getting haggard. You must force a smile and playfully brush away her eyes full of doubts and fears like a child. When she fell asleep, your tears sparkled, and you piteously combed her white hair thinned by chemotherapy and greedily stared at her chrysanthemum-like wrinkles. You heard the sound of heartbreak.
Alas, fate is too cruel to you. If you hate, complain and dry your tears, what can you do? Between clutch, joys and sorrows will always be staged. Even if the classic is the sun and the moon, the ordinary net is broken, even if the water dries up and the rocks crumble, and the spring and autumn are pale, you can't stop time from stopping and life is broken. Your only gain is that you have been tortured for a long time, and finally understand that many things in the world of mortals can be revived, but broken emotions can never be restored!
In the past, the departing shadows met again, disturbing their dreams. It seems that they all have regrets or unfinished regrets for you to relive. Emotions fluctuate, ranging from a faint sigh floating in the wind to a nightmare every night. Living, so uneasy, so heavy, bright equals pale, green spring is boundless and lonely if it snows. But what can it do? You are still alive and well, with the same blood as your brother in your veins. You are used to thinking the way the old man taught you, and you can still hear your mother calling your birth name in your ear. You still live on the basis of equality. Every day, like everyone else, you watch the twilight in the morning and enjoy the afterglow of sunset. You still live with hope and get a happiness through your own efforts. Therefore, it should not be very satisfied!
The eyes are flowing, the rain has dripped into silk, and the sound of brush falling sounds so light and quiet in the dark night. Looking at the frown shadow reflected on the glass window, you can't help smiling and reaching out to touch it. This is life, it is never perfect, and it never makes people despair. The rough experience accelerated the rotation speed of the annual rings and advanced the age of the heart. Compared with people of the same age, you are more mature and sober, and have no emotions in the world of mortals. Is it just the pain of leaving your loved ones?
"Don't cry, potential and fire. Nothing to say, dark acacia. No one knows outside the heart. " Bai Juyi's deep affection for his first lover is always irresistible. He chose "only seclusion and dark parting, and mutual willingness has no later period." This kind of turn is a world of difference, even if we live our own lives, it will eventually become a farewell. Pain always lingers and continues in their lives.
"The small stranger in the south of the city meets the spring again, only the plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been under the spring for a long time, and the ink marks still lock the dust between the walls. " Lu You Tang Wan was forced to leave his hometown. Once he is destined to see Shen Yuan again, except for the ink dripping on the white wall, he can only burst into tears and cannot hold hands to give each other warmth. Finally, the sigh condensed in my heart. Tang Wan's "Beauty will eventually become a soil", Lu You survived, but he hated "dreaming too soon"!
Family, friendship and love, as long as they are alive, the pain of parting about various meanings of feelings will be staged in everyone's inner world in different forms, and no one can avoid it, so they must be brutally faced. But different treatment methods can determine whether your scene is a tragedy or a comedy; Different acceptance attitudes can determine the severity and duration of this sadness.
No one can change the direction of the passage of time, and the past time cannot be repeated. Then we will really live in the present, and strive to make money in the present and enjoy it fully. The lost feelings are still in my arms, then we will strengthen our backbone, let go of our hopes, integrate our former love into our blood, and continue all our reluctant dreams with our own happiness!
Just like you are now, even if the old things are disturbing, you can still hold your arms tightly and warm yourself. With a hopeful heart, you can look at the gray night and firmly believe that after the rain clears, the bright sunshine will come!
On the sad beauty of lovers' parting Article 5: Don't love someone who doesn't love you.
In fact, there is no reason to like you in love. If you really want to make it clear, then maybe you just gave me the security I wanted when I was extremely insecure and the warmth I wanted when I was cold. I just want to talk about an old love, and you just appeared in front of me, giving me a different feeling.
In love, feelings need two people to maintain together. If you consider whether it is worthwhile in this relationship, I think the best way is to stop here. There is no need to love, because he doesn't love you or doesn't love you enough to think about whether it is worth it. If you really love someone, you don't need to consider whether it is worth it, because when you love someone, you will want to give him everything you have seen. Loving others is an initiative, and loving someone will take the initiative to show or act.
In fact, love really needs a little sense of ceremony. I think the sense of ceremony at the beginning is very important to confirm the relationship or give the other person an identity that loves you, and whether the sense of ceremony at the end is very secondary. If you haven't been given the proper sense of ceremony and identity at first, I think you can leave. Let's not love a person who doesn't like ourselves. There is no result and no hope. At first glance, you knew that there was no me in this person's heart, and there would be no me in the future.
I am a very insecure person. If you don't give me the particularly firm answer I want, I will tell myself wisely that if people don't love you, let it go. You don't need someone who doesn't love yourself. Don't let yourself compromise. You didn't show me your firmness in your answer, so don't ask me to trust you. I believe you won't leave me, but my sense of security won't allow it. You never told me that you liked me, and my extreme insecurity will let me know that you will leave me one day. After all, you never told me that you liked me or that I was your girlfriend. All this is just my dream in Conan.
The person you choose after weighing the pros and cons is not love, but will. I don't want to settle. I look forward to love. I hope you like me and love me. I expect you to spoil, love and make fun of me after you love me. I may be rational about love, but I love you. But my reason tells me you don't love me. I don't want to love someone who doesn't cherish himself. I hate the situation where everyone loves it but gets no response. After all, I am so insecure.
If you don't love me, I will leave cleanly. I don't want ambiguity. I don't believe in long-term love, and I don't believe that feelings will drag out such nonsense. Not loving is not loving. If a person doesn't love you now, he won't have you around him in the future. My friend said I was too proud to be so cheap. I admit that I have a strong self-esteem, and I can't force myself to be with someone I know obviously doesn't love me, because being together in the future is nothing more than raising an ancestor, you have humble love, but you have nothing, you waste your time and youth, or you miss someone who will spoil you in the future.
I admit that at the age when we say "Tiny is not a novel", we began to panic about the word "love and marriage". I am afraid that I will not be cute in the future, that I will die alone, that no one will stand behind me, and that I have nothing but my family. I'm scared and flustered, but I just don't want to be too mean to myself. I like a person, but he doesn't like me. He said that he lost confidence in love, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he didn't dare to love. You must weigh the pros and cons before you associate with someone. When I heard him say this, I suddenly woke up. No matter how much I like him and love him, he is not the person I want. I'm just the person he thinks fit after weighing the pros and cons. I don't want to be humble in love. That night, I said I would never love you again. I don't want to settle, and I don't want to love someone who doesn't love me.
Not all our love can get what we want. Maybe some people really have a long-term relationship, but I am paranoid and extreme. I don't believe or think I am suitable for this kind of love. This may be a little strong. But I expect my love to be equal at the beginning. This kind of equality is not the efforts of both sides, but I love you and you love me.
As for who pays more in love, there is no hypothetical question of whether it is worth it, because when you decide to love this person, there is no need to care about this question. All you can think about is the idea of being with each other for the rest of your life.
May you all be spoiled in love, and may you have a sense of self-esteem in front of the people you love. I believe all the losses will meet you unexpectedly in another way.