Beautiful and sad sentences make people feel sad and express their love.

Beautiful sad sentences, expressing love with pictures.

1, in a quiet time, because of a sentence, a song, a back, and clearly jumped into memory, just like the sparkling water of Yinmeng Lake in memory, a beautiful white lotus appeared on the sparkling water. At night, your fragrance leads me across the bridge. You see, even if you are asleep, your silhouette is still in my mind.

I want to say that I am still resting, but I am in tears. I want to leave these troubled thoughts, but I find that the fragments of memory can't call back the warmth. When you are gone, your thoughts are like dead leaves, in this season.

3. If you leave your mother, you will never return. Who is affectionate without dancing? If you have never met before, can you continue to be happy and abandon your sadness? It's just that you and I really met in a warm and cold season.

4. Take Acacia as an inkstone! Take deep affection as ink! Love is like water! Make-up, red lead tea, such as practicing in a room with a clear glow, dancing with a wave of your hand, missed it! Dance has been attached for a long time! Dance has exhausted the sadness and hope of prosperity and silence! The pale brushwork twists and turns after running out of ink, just as I don't want to follow.

Freedom is my freedom, and debauchery is my freedom. I wrote an immortal and conscious life in the prosperous summer. Innocent life is as pure as water, and lewd life is as evil as magic; Carefree life is as bright as the moon, and sad life is poetic; Simple life is unremarkable, but it is extremely free and happy; Colorful life, but ethereal and lonely. Time flies, but things change. The halo is not in depth, but in the meaning beyond fame and fortune.

6. My free wind praises snow in the cold season. At night, I took off my autumn clothes and flew in the vast universe. At this time, the wanderer returned home, his relatives got together, and the lovers embraced, but the poet still shed tears. I mercilessly scatter snowflakes into the sky, just like passing a slender willow tree, just like bidding farewell to your irresistible gentleness. Tired of the noise of the world, I miss my hometown far away.

7. Life is always full of all kinds of helplessness. You just need to adjust your mentality. When you are busy, do your own thing well, but don't forget your initial intention, learn to encourage yourself and feel the feelings brought by this matter. Don't let your mind go numb and work like a machine. In leisure time, listen to light music to relax your nerves; Open the book and feel the fragrance that goes straight to your heart; Make a phone call and share your feelings with friends or family; Code a little warm words, and leave a sober self between the lines to watch.

8. Alone in the sunset, I sat alone in front of the lamp and cried, so my sleeves were covered with incense, and I brushed away the strings to drive away my sleepiness. I miss you because I miss you, and I can only remember it through songs in the middle of the night.

9. People say that life is a game of life, with a long way to go. Therefore, our eyes should not be confined to the only front. We should regard it as a trip, a kind of practice. We grow up in the scenery and become the scenery in the eyes of others. We change in the process of gain and loss and practice our initial intentions. Like a ravine and orchid, we open a window alone in the world of mortals.

10, sometimes life is really ironic. When it is emotional, it will always bloom on the other side of that time. I once ran across the intersection of Meiyuan, hoping to see you staring back. I don't look back for fear that you will see tearful eyes, but I don't know that turning around may really be a lifetime! I didn't cry when you left, and I couldn't bear to let this beauty disappear with tears.

1 1, curled up in the silent and bleak colors of autumn, my fearless heart dispersed in a hubbub, and I could only feel endless loneliness and melancholy. I ran around in a golden field, remembering that poets of all ages described me as miserable and desolate, and stopped at the light blue night sky in October. Separated by a maple leaf, it seems that it is not the decline of the next year, but the endless hope. , looking for an extraordinary relief.

12, after thousands of years, there are more and more ink stained with acacia. This life is full of desolation for you. Only by looking back gently can loneliness be declared as an unbearable poem. I collected 3,000 infatuations under the bodhi tree, tired in the corner, exhausted my feelings, thinned the years and danced my thoughts into chaos.

13, that is Jiangnan, which Iraqis never forget. It is full of wind and water, and there are dreams in poetry and poems in dreams. Jiangnan, which is still young every year, once left a feeling that three generations are here. It used to be a man or a woman here. With lingering affection and faint sadness in her brow, who had a dream for a thousand years frowned.

14, gradually, I am no longer depressed about worldly affairs, heartbroken by loneliness, unable to let go of my love for the world, and will not fall in love with a moth.

15, in the silent night, your appearance appeared in front of my eyes again, disturbing my dusty dream. Under the half-open porch window, listening to the rain, I miss you. Then, let the words bloom again and again in the silent night. Why not, just for that waiting, just for that distant miss. Perhaps, I am a flower to explain your past life. In this life, you are the concern in my dreams and the mystery I will never understand. That's why I tortured each other and lost love!

16, paying for the lovesickness of absolute beauty, obsessively looking at cinnabar with tears in her eyes. If love turns into a river, I will try my best to build a boat with words, with you on board and me on the other side, waiting for you to cross!

17, Buddha said: Looking back 500 times, you can get a certificate in this life! In the past life, I don't know how many stares I need to make you look back deeply and hold hands with you in this life. The moment we met, my world had collapsed. If I fall and dance like a butterfly under your gaze, I am destined to fly out of your folded palm. I raised my makeup slightly, raised the charming radian of my mouth, dipped in some ink, gently rolled up my sleeves, spread a piece of ordinary paper, sank into the poem I gave you, and had no way to return.

18, the wind is rustling, the rain is thin and slightly cool. In the evening breeze, little by little thoughts, like these scattered petals, with their desolation and fragrance, slowly pile up, becoming a feeling of constant cutting and confusion, confusing past memories.

19, and the beauty of the fading moonlight with residual clouds remind me all the time, even though I don't care about this little thing of hugging in the morning and evening, times have changed. After the autumn wind left, the incomplete things changed, but now I call myself how sorry and sad!

20. How many people love me, how many people can I love, who will love me and who should I love? I can only love the people I love and the people who love me. The so-called limited ability. It is my white-haired parents who love me, and I should also love my white-haired parents. I love the unique one. Love is not single-minded, love is not dead set, love is to give happiness to the person you love. Love is a kind of pay, but also a burden; It is a kind of tolerance and an understanding; Love is a contract and a kind of love, that's all.