What are the classic sentences in "Sadness, Rivers Against the Current"? 　

There is such a boy in every girl's life. He doesn't belong to love, nor is he his boyfriend. However, there must be a place for him within the nearest distance. When you see something beautiful, you can't help showing it to him. When you hear a good song, you can't help copying it from your mp3 player. When you see a beautiful notebook, you can't help but buy two others for him to use. When I want to cry, I will send him a text message first. When quarreling with my boyfriend, I will be the first to find him. Although I don't know when, he will disappear from his life and become the prince of another girl, and that girl will become a princess because of him. However, in the time when he was still in the closest distance to himself, every girl was trying her best to consume him and everything he brought.

Every girl becomes gentle, beautiful and considerate with such a boy.

Although my perfect self has nothing to do with this boy.

But such feelings are always beyond love.

every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives are consumed too early, revealing the wrinkled and hard stone inside.

the heart surface with thousands of valleys and valleys. Sew into sadness like a thread.

an abrupt little piece of white in life. Take the missing two words as the specific shape. It's like accidentally falling asleep in the cinema, waking up to find that the plot is missing a paragraph, and everyone around you is watching it with relish, but they can't get it back.

The eye socket is like a dry hole. I can't wait to rub a mass of snow into it, turn it into water, and flow out to pretend to be sad.

In fact, no matter how long and cold the night is. Those lights, those sunrises, those morning fogs will all come on time. In such a world, the antennas staggered overhead will not change. The narrow alley will not change. | * * * With the faucet in the kitchen, someone will always screw it wrong. The smell of oil smoke and soybean milk will be embedded in the annual rings and grow into the imprint of life.

contrary to time, the gravity on the eyelids is like being pressed by a cotton wadding, which makes it hard to open it, but it hurts to close it. The light sweeps back and forth on the eyes like a rough brush, and tears come out after a few blinks.

A teenager wrapped in such words as gentleness, kindness, courtesy, excellent grades and sharp outline, whether he stands in a daze in the empty stands, rides his bike step by step along the crowd with headphones, passes through countless green lights, suppresses or wears a white vest, and runs across the playground runway painted with sad colors by the sunset. Around him, there will always be countless eyes that spread toward him like a flood, attached to his white down jacket and reflected. It's like all kinds of FM radio waves, longing for the same wave rate as him, and then conveying it into his heart. | And once he walks towards someone, these waves will instantly turn into poisonous radiation and sweep away towards the person he looks at. | Yi Yao think those eyes toward yourself, Hwa-Sung Do continuous tentacles, ruthlessly drew a loud slap in the face. | It's surrounded. | Was swallowed up. | hated. | Because he cares. | He looked over from a distant place, and he shouted a long and gentle dialogue from a distant place, "Hey, I've been watching you." | All the time. | In the distant and boundless sea of people, the teenager holding the bicycle turned around and said in a low voice, Hey, want to go home together? | tenderness in an infinitely long time. | A long time in infinite tenderness. | All the time.

even breathing becomes heavy in the dark. The stewardess turned off the yellow reading light overhead one by one. People who fly at night are sleeping in a vast world. The heart is decorated with all kinds of delicate puzzles. There is no loneliness, and there is no loneliness. | simply at night, with different worries, fly to the same distance. In fact, I want to be like this, flashing light alone, flying alone in the dark night sky. | Fly to a place where no one can find it, be drowned by weeds, be covered by tidal sound, and be blown away by sand. | Can that be it? Let me be thrown into nothingness by time in a world that no one knows.

In fact, no matter what it is, it will be like this piece of blood. In the relentless consumption of time, it will change from bright red to dark, and finally disintegrate into powder, and it will be blown by the wind without trace. | Young body. And the decay of death. It's just a matter of time consumption. | Long for consumption. Think like this, it seems that everything is not so difficult to pass.

in the dark, all the limbs seemed to be soaked in boiling bath water. Those emotions called sadness, like swarms of ants, come from distant places and slowly climb onto their bodies. | Step by step towards the deepest beating heart. | Until the group that led the team climbed to the top of the heart, and then put the flag at the soft jumping place under their feet and thrust it hard-ha, occupy it.

In the past, words like feeling lonely or lonely were always associated with sadness. But in fact, just like this quiet afternoon, there are only students in twos and threes on campus, and the dim light of the sunset is wiped on every inch of the ground and wall like water. The thick and fluffy feeling is smeared, which weakens the cold and sharpness in most winter. | Empty loneliness, or desolate loneliness, such words are actually much warmer than noisy crowds and various faces.

some flowers will turn into withered powder in the cold of winter. People will witness such a seemingly slow but infinitely rapid process. From the first beautiful flowers and bright colors, to the withered petals, and finally to the trampled dust. People will forget the good times. Then trample on the bright colors that had been in full bloom in the wind without feeling distressed.

a sad river flows slowly in the darkness. Drowned all the youth and time that had not had time to escape. | You could have escaped far away. But you stay here all the time, and any water surges up until it overturns over your head. | Together with sound and light, there is no time to escape this huge river of sadness. | The vast black water surface reflects the cold white light. Slowly swell up. The moon is pulling huge tides. | Will the whole world be swallowed up so slowly because it is too late to resist?

In fact, there is nothing in this world that can definitely hurt you. As long as you are indifferent enough, indifferent enough, and indifferent enough to everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a hard stone. As long as you consider yourself dead. Then, in this world, nothing can hurt you anymore. I don't want to feel so much pain from others. Then don't give so much love to others.

A chessboard-like world once imagined by people. Rivers, lakes, seas, deserts, mountains and rivers are distributed on the same horizontal plane like chess pieces. And you just gently reached out and shook hands on the far side of the world. So the whole chessboard turned and tilted towards that side. All the rivers and lakes, together with the sea, all the tides rush away like crazy towards the horizon. Once Wang Yang became a deep canyon, and once desert mountains were covered with boundless waters. And now, this is how the world is re-selected and redefined. Now that you have made a choice. Since you put your hand in another distant place in the world.

Life is full of such sad metaphors.

a line segment has two endpoints. | What has an endpoint is a ray. | A straight line has no endpoints.