In fact, those who are strong during the day may be those who cry and fall asleep at night.
3, I don't want to forget you, even if I can, I would rather remember all the sadness.
Youth is over, leaving only a remnant. She can go far away, but how can I pretend that she has never been here?
That promise was finally carved into the cross wound of love when saying goodbye.
6. Where were you when love died? Let me pass you like this.
7. Some memories are doomed to be indelible; Just like some people, they are destined to be irreplaceable.
8. Most women who are too sensible have bad lives. She thinks that love comes at the expense of being wronged. Just like a crying child with candy, happiness and sometimes willfulness.
9. I just forgot that a short stay is a lifelong fault.
10, people who used to be able to get into the body can't even get into space and friends circle now.
1 1. Later I learned that many things are useless, just like holding a cup of hot water. Although thirsty, I will put it down when I feel hot.
13, "I'm curious, why did you have a hard time?" "Ha ha, very simple, no one is joking!"
14, lived quietly in my heart and took nothing with me when I left.
15, I looked at our past on the other side of the river, very calm and sad.
The sadness of realistic philosophy: if I give up, it's not because I lost, but because I understand.
1. Do useful things, say brave words, think beautiful things, sleep soundly, and spend time on progress instead of complaining.
I must respect three kinds of people in my life: one is the one who raised me hard, the other is the one who helped me up when I fell, and the other is the one who accompanied me to my old age.
When you are unhappy, try to talk less and sleep more. Only a warm quilt and a good dream at night can comfort us with too many disappointments every day.
4, don't think that I love you, you can not cherish! One day, I will point to my heart and proudly say to you: here, there is a substitution.
Close your eyes, purify your mind, let bygones be bygones, and live a carefree life with a willing attitude.
I really want to have a long future with you. I really want to get everyone's blessing with you. I really want to accompany you through your life, be warm to each other and live up to each other.
7, some words and don't say it is hurt, some people will leave if they stay or not. If I give up, it's not because I lost, but because I understand.
8. I dare not expect too much from the people after you. This is a shadow and a lesson.
9. When I learn to control my temper, prove that I know what is unnecessary.
10, not too good, you can refuse what you don't want to do, you don't have to be forced to do what you can't do, and pretend not to hear if you don't like it. Your life is not to please others, but to be kind to yourself.
It's sad: if I give up, it's not because I lost, but because I understand.
First, I thought you only treated me like this, but in fact you treat everyone the same. You think I do this to everyone, but I only do this to you.
Second, the whole city is asleep, only my mind and I can't sleep, and you, who haven't seen you for a long time, once again occupy my memory.
Third, you once said that you were willing to accept the real me, so I took off my mask and watched you escape.
Fourth, no texting, no phone calls, you are busy, I understand. If I decide not to love, it's your turn to bear it.
I used to think that a person's feelings and dependence would gradually decrease from nothing, but the fact is that at a certain moment or even a certain moment, it will suddenly decrease to zero.
Sixth, people's hearts generally don't die of major events, but are fatally injured by those small disappointments again and again.
Seven, you don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, but you don't know the weight until you love it. You can't be my poem any more than I can be your dream.
Eight, after you came, everyone, I dare not expect too much. This is a shadow and a lesson.
Nine, I take the initiative, you do not take the initiative, you do not take the initiative, I do not take the initiative. Many relationships are like this, and then they are gone.
Ten, it is obvious that a hug or a kiss can solve things, but in the end it becomes a stranger without any explanation.
Qq said sadly: What I miss is not you, but the fatal past you gave me.
Love depends on whether it is worth it or not, and my love is like a flower that has left its branches and is floating in the wind. Once dreams are gone, broken and destroyed. Although it has passed, as long as it really exists. If love is never possible, I would rather be myself, and you are no longer you. Maybe you and I can only be the most familiar strangers.
You don't understand why I put myself in a one-cycle situation. Obviously you can choose another trick, but you are obsessed with the ethereal light. Too many explanations have eclipsed my heart. I can't say anything good, except that no one can replace me. It's not who is waiting for him, but the heart. Don't change yourself to please others, and certainly don't be stubborn for some reason. The last effort is still yourself.
The autumn sky changes all the time, but it is always lonely. Occasionally, geese fly by, looking for nests without leaving a trace of cloud confusion. Looking down, the ground was covered with broken leaves. The dark yellow and turquoise of the stars are intertwined for a season. I don't know why I am lonely.
The meaning of autumn makes me wander by the river. My long skirt is wet, and the water drops at my fingertips are slipping. The fallen leaves in the hands inadvertently spilled over the river, slightly overflowing and gone with the wind. At this moment, the slight loss overflowed the apex.
Mermaid hummed the most lost tune at the bottom of the sea, and got her legs ashore with singing, but no one knew it. Before dawn, I saw my beloved and the princess holding hands. I couldn't make a sound, but it was heartbreaking, but it echoed in my chest, hitting my internal organs and pulling out bloody pain.
It was the last touch of sadness in summer, the last melancholy of the phoenix flower that dyed Shan Ye red, and the despair of the poet after singing the last song. When gardenia rolled up its thin petals, I knew it was summer. She fell into the dust with the wind and was buried by endless sadness. Cicada wears black clothes and sings elegies for her in the tree all summer.
Cover your eyes with tears and make them bright. Cut time like water to arouse our agreement. In the misty sunset, no one promised to hold me forever. There are always some promises that are too far-fetched and inspired for a lifetime, but no one can stick to it until the end. I used to hold your hand, but now it's dead.
Everyone has a sad song, singing their own bitterness and loneliness; Every time you are bitter and lonely, there will be a song, which coincides with the road you have taken. Sometimes, listening to a song is like walking away from a part of life. The melody is sad and happy, and the rhythm is bright and dark, all of which are explained by ourselves. The road I have traveled, the songs I have heard and the roads I have traveled are all mistakes in the world of mortals.
You and me, strangers and distance, troubles and smiles, are all so fragile, loneliness will be remembered, tears will burst; You and I, the horizon is close at hand, we met and fell in love at first sight, so far away, and our thoughts fermented into bitter emotions; You and me, love and meaning, miss and cherish, let emotions empty, let the treasure burst its banks with tears.
There are always regrets in life. Every time I recall the past, I always deeply blame myself, sink into the regret of my mistakes, torture my expectations with pain, and fantasize about the beginning of the next time. It will be a lifelong regret to miss the person who may accompany you for a lifetime. When I am alone in a quiet night, I will unconsciously think of a person or a thing in my mind, and then tears will unconsciously flow out.
In the dark night, sitting alone in front of the computer, the rain is still falling outside, and my heart is getting heavier and heavier under the constant beating of rain and singing. In a trance, I seem to hear your voice calling me, as if being brought into a long-awaited strange and warm world.
The once rock-solid oath finally collapsed into ashes in the time of drift from place to place. Why did you say that holding hands would turn into our respective ends of the earth? In the end, I didn't get any answer, so I walked sadly alone.
Particles that can be touched everywhere in the air are the remnants of your hard struggle with gravity, and you didn't say goodbye. It's your yearning. Breathing without breathing is the excitement of passionate cells all over the body. I am surrounded by dust, and your gray desolation is everywhere. I can't stretch out, so I can only shrink in the prison yard you drew for me.
There is a bird in the world, looking for the longest and sharpest thorn among thorns and letting it penetrate its body. At the moment the thorn pierced the body, it began to sing, and it didn't stop singing until it died of blood. This is the most beautiful melody in the world. But this kind of singing is also the saddest and saddest singing in the world.
When beauty reaches its extreme, it becomes desolate, which is the feeling. Strip, countless fireworks, who will pick up the lamp to look back; The flute has been ringing for thousands of years, and flowers bloom all the way, who listens; The grass is sad and the partridge is crying. Where will you be? Just like cicadas in summer, only the withered lotus leaves to listen to the rain. Even after a thousand years, who will wait?
You never look back at me, but I always smile at you. Everything you say to me seems to be for another woman. I'm just performing. Lonely sky, wanton raindrops, empty blue, hidden melancholy world. Because I love you, I can watch you fly to a happier place.
I didn't think about you at the heartbreaking moment, but the fatal experience you gave me. (2) Broken words were pieced together yesterday. The most painful pain is forgiveness, and the darkest black is despair. It is you who pale my waiting and satirize my persistence. I can only walk and forget the scenery along the way. We have been practicing smiling, and finally we become people who are afraid to cry. Once the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, it's hard to get together and it's hard to disperse.
People who have touched their true feelings always have the most humble feelings. Because I care too much, I am always afraid of being ignored; Because you pay too much, you are always afraid of disappointment. Sometimes it doesn't matter, but it will make your heart ache, and sometimes it will make you feel torn to pieces. The mood is often influenced by it, and it often moves silently in a word; It hurts to ignore it. Rely blindly, go meaningless, pay without reservation, leave no room to be sad, to be sad.
The distance between distant cities, how do you know this moment? Heartache, how to open the door of my pain. How can I flip through the newspaper? I gently wiped the tears from the pen tip. How can that fine line between the eyebrows dispel an unavoidable feeling? Did the rain come to talk to me, the darkness and helplessness of the night?
Because, I'm afraid when you are alone. With such worries, you will run away sadly. I am even more afraid that the road ahead will let you know that these sleepless nights are as long as the galaxies in the night sky. Just like two meteorites that finally met hundreds of years later, in the collision with each other, they bridged each other's shortcomings with cracked gaps and burned out the last trace of sadness.
Tonight, greet with sweet and sad scenery and lonely breath, and miss the morning. The traffic in the street, the strange light, lit up my tearful side. I just want you to be in the future one day. Know that in the love you don't know, I am waiting for you quietly in the same place with sadness and loneliness.
Borrow a song that we listened to together on the way to leave, and remember that lost time. The feeling of leaving sorrow has been carefully treasured in the depths of my memory, and I returned to that place of great attachment at night. In a casual moment, I saw a scene similar to parting, and my yearning came to my heart like a flood.
Once we had a good time, quarreling and joking together. Since when, we have become so heavy, leaving only cold communication. Dear, how can I return to my original relaxed and happy life?
There is no moon tonight, but I think the stars are as bright as day; Tonight is silent, but I feel the sound of fireworks like muffled thunder; I am speechless tonight, but I can't guess the riddle. There is no snow tonight, but I feel the sky is as cold as ice; Sleepless tonight, but my tears fall to the sky; Late at night tonight, when I grow into my heart, I can't sleep alone, and I'm doomed to be wet and hazy.
Time flies, time flies, and people will meet all kinds of people in their lives. When you travel through the mixed world, you will find yourself so small that no one will find you. When there is no light and no sunshine, I am really lonely.
A gorgeous encounter, a silent ending. Two flowers bloom, two flowers bloom. We met in the wrong season and grew up in different worlds. You go east and I go west, passing by. It was just an accidental meeting, but it was a sad beauty. When the story is over, it will eventually return to the original world. If life was just the first time, would you still choose such an encounter? If life is just like the first time, will it be more prosperous?
Pick up a yellow buttonwood leaf, let it go and caress it. Every leaf is written with a love story, as well as the memories of the branches left by only an autumn wind in the past, and the once green palm. And can you catch it in the future? If there is no you in the future, there is nothing in your hand, and the future is unbearable. You will definitely come back after a long journey. I know you are not so cruel, leaving me alone in the vast world.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It's just that things have changed, and times have changed. A grass and a tree, a pavilion on the first floor, yesterday's laughter seems to be still vivid, as if your voice and smile are still echoing in the air. Oh, how time flies. Alas, I changed my mood and appearance. Only the broken clock sighed heavily with the wind, still telling the distant past.
Throwing boundless loneliness on a person, let her stay together in the dark, thin shoulders, how to carry heavy vows, but the care in the distance is so real, all because of that casual look back. How many times, the moonlight hurts my thoughts, and the cuckoo wakes up the dream. Countless flowers bloom and fall, and a tear is stung by the rose that opens to tea, wet and scattered into mud.
In the spring and autumn of cool thin, waiting for someone to warm me. Pillow three stacks of crisp plum blossoms, listen to the wind and play the ancient graceful. Our small building is deep, but your homesickness haunts you? Crickets are chirping in the corner, and Ouyang Ziqiu is singing. Who is still reading green manure, red fat and thin? Looking back, I want to talk about it. The stars are all white, who is waiting for who alone?
The breeze blows, the fragrance of the heart is scattered all over the floor, and the shadow of the years seems like a lifetime ago. The fog filled my eyes, and the Shili Pavilion, photos and harp had already become the loulan of Shacheng. The wind is full of sleeves, and it is hard to be cold. The intimate words vaguely in my ear fell into the surging three-figure river, which seemed to be full of complaints. Tonight, I would like to drink with you, rather than forget Sichuan, dormant for thousands of years! I'm embarrassed to be far away! The Covenant of three lives has long been fragmented, but it is in the cycle of fate!