I wrote to my predecessor in tears, telling me that I was scarred and finally learned to be ruthless.

Let's look at the tears written to our ex. Even if the sky falls, you can't look back, because I still want to look at your back quietly and cry silently.

Give it to the ex-crybaby. Tell me about it.

First, loving someone is really tiring. Physical and mental exhaustion.

Second, if you are unhappy, if you are unhappy, then let go; If you can't let go, it will be painful.

Third, a person should not talk nonsense about things, no matter whether things are good or bad, right or wrong, as long as he understands them in his stomach. If you talk endlessly, nothing will become anything, and you will always hurt yourself in the end. We can't afford to be happy if others behave well, we can't afford to be greedy, and we can't afford to hate if they behave badly. We should be patient with this heart and don't worry. Practice is to train our attitude of being a man and doing things.

In fact, I have been waiting for you. When you lean on my shoulder and tell me, will one day your tenderness belong to me? I won't make you sad or cry again!

Five, if one day, you are tired, tired, look back at me, I have been.

6. No kind of love requires you to give up your dignity, bring disgrace to oneself, and make you suffer. Love may make you cry, make you jealous and make you angry. But in the end, it is warm and can give you a sense of security. If not, you either love the wrong person or use the wrong method. Being single is better than suffering. Without the hug you want, learn to be strong first.

Seven, life is endless and lonely. Loneliness is the eternal theme of love. I was alone with my shadow, and it said it had something to whisper to me.

Eight, the wind can blow away a big piece of white paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in disobedience.

Friendship means two people and the world, and love means two people's world. One plus one equals two in friendship, and one plus one equals one in love.

10. If you don't have the hug you want, learn to be strong first.

Eleven, people have great motivation, often some subtle things. Rain-wet shoulders, ironed shirts, sunny smiles, the air at six in the morning, my mother's sobs when she said goodbye, and the sighs of people around me. Because life is these little things. Because I care, I am motivated.

Twelve, some people, close at hand, can't catch each other's hands.

Thirteen, is it that the deeper you love, the less you know how to get along, for fear that a casual sentence will also hurt sensitive hearts.

Fourteen, I want to cry when I look at this photo, I want to cry when I hear sad songs, and I am tired when I think of the past!

15. The world doesn't care about your self-esteem, only cares about your grades, and then emphasizes your feelings.

16. Be the truest and most beautiful self, follow your heart, don't look back, don't look around, and don't care what others say. Only people who can't compare with you will say you; Those who are better than you are too busy to look down on you.

Seventeen, the fish took the bait, because the fish fell in love with the fisherman, and it was willing to use its life to make the fisherman smile. ......

Talk about two things in tears before

I let you go because I love you.

I am like a fly lying on the window. I have a bright future, but I can't find a way out

Twenty-one, deep affection is an unstoppable burden, and love words are occasional lies.

When I was young, I thought it was not enough to understand life without reading. It was not until later that I discovered that if I don't understand life, I can't read. The meaning of reading is probably to read with the feelings of life and live with the income from reading.

Don't be surprised when I am silent. I'm just so tired.

Even if the sky falls, you can't look back, because I still want to look at your back quietly and cry silently.

Twenty-five, I want to be plain but unwilling to be ordinary, so you don't know how tired I am.

26. Sugar is my life. A sweet life is happy. I'm tired when life is not sweet.

Twenty-seven, once sentimental, scarred, and finally learned to be ruthless.

Twenty-eight, relying on the happiness given by others is very tiring. From now on, you should give yourself happiness.

Twenty-nine, big steps, easy to pull eggs; Small steps, easy to squeeze eggs; Don't pull or squeeze, idle eggs hurt. How tired it is to be a man.

Thirty, care too much about others, or you will be exhausted or let others die.

Thirty-one, in fact, people living in this world are all right, saying that living is helpless! But people forget that all this is actually caused by themselves! I have so many things in my hand that I forget everything I have done. Maybe I haven't forgotten them. I keep them in my heart, and no one wants to say them. Has everyone forgotten? I don't want to listen to what others say for myself. Even if there were, I wouldn't care. No one will feel wrong!

Thirty-two, in fact, sometimes everyone will be tired, but never say anything, afraid of not being understood by others, afraid of being ignored by others. Over time, I got used to keeping everything in my heart. Sometimes I feel sad, and I will sit in the corner and smoke alone. Thought of here, I will shed tears unconsciously. What happened to everyone in this world? We are all human beings. If I tell you the truth, do you want to laugh at me? Nothing, I won't.

Thirty-three, it's raining again. Are you crying or laughing? I feel a sudden feeling of sadness. Maybe many people don't like rainy days because they can't go anywhere. But on this day, anyone who thinks about why God cries only cares about his own feelings. At this time, many people are as sad and crying as we are, but no one can see anyone. At that moment, tears came earlier than tears.

34. I look at you smiling, silent, proud and lost, just like now, so I am happy with you, and I am sad with you, but I have always stood in the present, and you will always stay in the past.

35. The sea once made me forget that my life is not over, the pillars have fallen, the two sides look at each other, and the bleak evening breeze blows my heart everywhere. I can't afford to pick it up, the road is unfinished, but my heart has reached the ends of the earth, and the fog in my eyes is your reflection.