qq space non-mainstream sad diary

Love to the point of heartbreak, just because the encounter is so beautiful

When you care about someone, you will silently bless them in your heart, recalling your humorous jokes when you are upset, and recalling your cheerfulness Laughter, recalling your lingering depth and sadness, like a blooming flower, the fragrance spreads in the dark room and quietly penetrates into my heart, intoxicating my heart... The care is a bit of inexplicable stupidity, Pay attention to your emotions, care about your smile, care about your every move, and worry about not getting any news from you.

I am restless because of the long lovesickness, and feel sad because of the wisps of separation; the candlestick for dinner is still on the table, just like your shadow on the opposite side, abandoning all the distracting thoughts of desire and missing your careful taste; the bright moon follows everyone. Go, just because the encounter is so beautiful, even though I miss you; let me tell you who the dream is about, ask Hua Wuyu first to say sorry...

I started to miss you again. I miss you and worry about you hopelessly. My thoughts always touch my heart when I am not prepared, catching me off guard. Tonight, there are no stars or moon, and the drizzle is more lingering. The rain hits the windows, soaking my thoughts. With a startling glance, I watched time being torn away page by page, one year in this moment... Looking back, I don’t know what kind of mood I should use to analyze the confusion during this turn...

During this year, too many things have happened. I know that I am too emotional, think too much, and am always too tired. Finally, the fragments are pieced together in the clear rain evening pavilion, and a touch of loneliness is retained in the flying catkins in the sky. The fragrance of tea fills the room, lingering. I am daydreaming about the screen, waiting for you with bated breath, waiting for the beginning of your and my story. What is left to me is still a string of memories. I try to get drunk where you are and listen to you talk about the footsteps of pursuing your dreams.

In fact, I am really conflicted about you. I know that my excessive love for you has caused you a lot of trouble. In fact, you don’t have to be like this. I don’t require you to love me. Whether you love me or not is your personal matter, just like me loving you is my personal matter. I really like the feeling of loving someone. , no need to ask for anything, no need to repay, just enjoy this spiritual landscape-like state wholeheartedly. Just like standing on the beach, quietly admiring the sea, my heart ebbs and flows with her, sometimes sad and happy, but I never thought of having her.

Forever, that is a dream that is too far away, and no one can really guarantee it. What's more, I was clearly aware of the distance between us from the beginning, so I was mentally prepared to endure the passing of time. I admire your talent very much. For the sake of your holiness, I am willing to fill your blank space and let you follow my love to find your brush; I am willing to be your safe haven, where I will look at you from afar when the weather is calm. , blessing you, waiting for you to take shelter from the wind and rain occasionally, and then continue your journey.

The probability of one person meeting another person is only one in ten million, the probability of becoming a friend is about one in 200 million, and the probability of becoming a lover is only one in five billion one. Fate is a very wonderful thing. The world is so big and there are so many people, but I met you. Just such an accident, just such a coincidence, opened the curtain of another sky.

Buddhism often talks about the word "destiny". If you think about it carefully, these two words are really very profound. Destiny can be encountered but not sought. I also know that reluctant love can last long if it seems to be in harmony but not in spirit! Not forcing it is actually the philosophy of life. Your sky is so beautiful, I can only appreciate it, but I can't own it; your world is so vast, I can only look at it, but I can't walk into it. After all, we are always people from two worlds, and my world can allow you to enter. , your world can’t tolerate my sky. Reality is so cruel and secularity is so helpless. Therefore, while I can still have it, I will love with all my strength and make myself tired, but I am willing to do so. When I have to quit one day, I will say to myself that I am worthy of my heart and the people I love.

Love or not love is often just a matter of thought. Sometimes, I would rather believe that you have never been emotional, and are only touched. In this way, that day I will face myself calmly, and will not taste the pain that is eaten away day and night, and I will be overwhelmed every second. Forgotten wounds.

I would rather be a scenery in your heart, the most beautiful and unique scenery. No matter what the road ahead is, it can give you eternal comfort, beauty, romance, and warmth... So, please allow me to go in my own way. I love you, let you have my thoughts and blessings every day, forever...

Xijun leans alone on the railing, and the lights dim

Xijun leans alone on the railing, and the lights dim Also dim. The blue hair is still stained with frost, and the purple clothes are wet with tears.

——Shiyun Huaxuan*Dream Doll

Standing beside ten miles of peach blossoms, gently stroking the strings of lovesickness, thousands of red glazes fall in one breath. Pushing aside half a lifetime of melancholy, chanting haggard words, mixed with the fragrance of the ink pool. The tearful eyes in front of the flower on the other side are searching for those who turn around beside the Sansheng Stone, waiting for the look back at the door of reincarnation. Persistently waiting for the gaze on the shore of the bitter sea, staring at the loneliness of thousands of years of loneliness.

Travel through the thousand-year-old frozen wall of love, and use the loneliness of the remaining candle to record the prosperous fireworks in this world of mortals. With a little drunkenness, I dipped my bald pen into the exhausted inkstone and continued to write the sadness of falling leaves. The windy night sky exposed the melancholy of the stars, and the eyes were full of bleak and withered epiphyllums. They bloomed in an instant, reflecting the oaths once carved by the Sansheng Stone.

Sad tears water the waiting flowers of the other side. How many can withstand the whirling of reincarnation? How can the years of three lives, the growth rings of life like flowers, withstand the hardships over and over again and carry the tiredness to the end of the world? A lifetime of tenderness awaits the solemn vows of this life. Who understands the unparalleled youth that lingers in the heart, and the poignant love that cannot be obtained in this life?

After all, I still waited in a melancholy and empty manner in a desolate posture, carrying the heavy feet of longing on the sad faces on the mountain ridges to wake up from my sleep, listening to the breathing coming from my ears, flicking There were shallow tears on his sleeves. Broken thoughts all over the place, looking back at the corner of memory, once again measuring the familiar distance between the end of the world and the end of the sea.

Full of melancholy fills the autumn paper, and the sighs line by line play the amber raindrops under the eaves, watering a lonely heart. The heart-broken poems I wrote chew my thoughts over and over again every night. The melancholy and sadness make my emotions unable to turn over when the prosperity of the world of mortals has come to an end.

A boat full of loved ones drifts in the surging heart lake, unable to find a port to stop. Waving her sleeves in the wind, she expresses her inner longing with graceful dancing, hoping to have a life-long waiting within the fence. With a gentle touch of the wolf's hair, the figure that could not be seen so far away fell into the Tang poetry and Song lyrics described in the pen, and was described as exquisite blue and white. Passionate expectation, in the long river that cannot be crossed, looks at the cold moon under the night sky.

The pale and feeble waiting laments the pain, wanders alone at the ferry of memory, kowtows step by step with sad tearful eyes, and steps alone into the rolling world of origin and end, leaving the love of a lifetime behind. The drunkenness of sorrow is danced into poetry, and the infatuation of three thousand black hairs stained with frost plays the poignancy of broken strings.

Silently reciting the promises made in the past and present life, the crystal eyes are locked on the name engraved on the Sansheng Stone, and all kinds of tenderness are embedded in the three-inch haggard lovesickness words, and the sadness of separation and hatred is filled with no heavy makeup. A simple sketch of the journey through thousands of years of waiting!

I remember the injuries you gave me in bits and pieces

I like you so much, how can you bear to hurt me.

I gave you the purest heart, but in return you received the most ruthless trampling.

But there are so many people, why did you choose me? Just because of my ignorance?

When I dream about you, I still avoid it habitually. You are a memory that I never want to touch.

But I'm sorry, it's not because I care about you, I just regret the mistakes I have made and remember the frustrations I had.

If it weren’t for you, I think I would have forgotten that I had ever been hurt.

You. Pay homage to my only simple memory.

Me. I have been severely hurt by you.

In this life, it is rare to have a heartbeat, but it is also deeply memorable to me. I think it's worth it. You showed me that love and heartbeat can be two different things.

That's right, it's just a heartbeat. There is no emotion, not at all. There is just an emotion. Look how sad you are.

Okay, I admit that it was my own fault for believing in you, otherwise how could you have the opportunity to take advantage of it.

I'm just sorry. The injury you gave me didn't hurt me so deeply. At least you can see that I'm living a good life now.

At this time, who is by your side to accompany you in performing clumsy dramas? This has always been something you are proud of. Your acting career has not been smooth sailing.

It’s just that a game is a game. I hope you are really sure that it is you who is playing the game, not you. In fact, you are the most miserable person.

Your loneliness has made me bitter.

Your passion has made me grow.

In the end, you are just a child in my heart.

Then, before I turn around, please get out of here quickly. Backward rotation for a year and a half. Everything in my life will no longer have your shadow.

Finally, thank you, thank you for bringing me the most unreal happiness and the most real pain.

Find a simple sustenance in memory

Your happiness can be stepped on deeply and shallowly. If the time in the future comes, I will only taste it. ! Even if we are strangers in the future, I will still bless you

Maybe each of us has a wish and a hope in our hearts, and we never forget the hard work and struggle, and sometimes we can The realized wishes will be obscured by the cruelty of reality, and will also be ruthlessly hit, and even give up. In our eyes, these are not terrible, because we have the tenacious faith and courage to face it and overcome the lingering thoughts in our hearts. The shadow that doesn't go away. And many times we have no way to make things like this happen as we wish. And what we can do is still be unremitting and strong.

It’s been a long time since I could sit alone and listen to music quietly in the lonely night. I could only pick up a ballpoint pen full of sadness and express my feelings silently. At this time, The rain outside gradually became heavier, and the hot day was washed away by this timely rain. A cool breeze blows in from the window. Recalling the song that once made me feel calm, it gently hits my heart, just like the rain on this autumn night, injecting coolness into my heart.

I think of you many times, and I feel a little blurry. I just remember that you had a manly look, and a burning heart that never regrets in this world. The love of a better life is a pursuit of perfection in life. Apart from what I imagined, my feelings, I really don’t know anything about you. I can only learn from your songs, articles, and your deep concern. Feel what kind of person you are from the words. In your eyes, I used to be just a person who was playful and immersed in the Internet all day long. You said that I love the Internet more than I love you. I have no reason to argue, because it may have been true in the past, but now , I just want to be a teardrop between your eyebrows, I just want you to be a free swimmer. I don't know how much beautiful sadness you can carry. You have always kept your sadness in your already heavy heart, but I can feel it, I really can feel it

"After the storm, you will definitely see the rainbow." But what I saw was A dark cloud. My distant friend (now I can only call you this), the place where my tears flowed has already bloomed like summer flowers in the heart of everyone who loves me. I am really grateful to you, thank you for the beauty you have given me. ! Although they are separated now. I can only express my deepest blessings to you, and a thousand words can be condensed into one sentence, "I hope you live a better life than me."

As I write this, my hand twitches inadvertently, and my heart feels cold. I always think that some things can be remembered after experiencing them. When I opened my long-sleeping diary, I found that many things were no longer clear. It turns out that not all memories can become eternal, so how can they survive time? It can make the memory a little rich, or it can make it a little shallow, and find that many things have been blurred.

But there are some past events and memories that we will never forget. We come and go in this complicated world, and our memories are buried bit by bit, but there are always some people and things that will stay with us throughout our lives and cannot be erased. For example, a feeling that you will never have the chance to express.

For example, those past events that have been covered in dust in childhood are determined by willpower. They are destined to become the protagonists of memories in the brain

This autumn has arrived. After the short autumn, there is another long winter. What should be forgotten , What should not be forgotten, time will help choose, so I am not worried about the beauty lost in the passing years, and everything can only go with the flow and be forgotten with time.

The girl will cry after watching it, and the boy will be silent after watching it

There is such a couple. The girl is very beautiful, very considerate, and occasionally comes up with some bad ideas to tease the boy. The boy is very smart and sensible, and the most important thing is that he has a strong sense of humor. He can always find a way to make the girl laugh when two people get along. The girl likes the boy's optimistic mood very much. Their relationship has always been good. , the girl's feeling towards the boy is light, saying that the boy is like her relative. The boy loves the girl very deeply and cares about her very much. So whenever there is a quarrel, the boy will say that it is his fault, his own fault. Even if there is When he really didn't blame him, he said the same thing. He didn't want the girl to be angry. After 5 years, the boy still loved the girl very much, just like before.

One weekend, the girl went out The boy originally planned to go find the girl, but as soon as he heard that she had something to do, he gave up the idea. He stayed at home for a day and did not contact the girl. He felt that the girl had been busy and it was not good for him to disturb him. Who knew When the girl was busy, she was still thinking about the boy, but she didn't receive any news from the boy all day, and she was very angry. After returning home in the evening, she sent a message to the boy, which was very serious. She even mentioned breaking up. It was 12 pm at that time. The boy was so anxious that he called the girl's cell phone three times in a row and hung up all the time. No one answered the call at home, so he guessed that the girl had unplugged the phone line. The boy grabbed his clothes and went out. He wanted to go to the girl's house. .It was 12:25. The girl received another call from the boy at 12:40. The call was from her mobile phone, but she hung up again.

There was no words all night. The boy did not call the girl again. Make a phone call.

The next day, the girl received a call from the boy’s mother, who was in tears. The boy was in a car accident last night. The police said that he was driving too fast and did not brake quickly, and hit a damaged car. In the big truck on the way. When the ambulance arrived, the person was already dead. The girl was so heartbroken that she couldn't cry, but it was useless to regret. She could only remember the joy and happiness that the boy brought to her from bits and pieces of memories. .

The girl resisted her grief and came to the parking lot of the accident car. She wanted to see the last place where the boy had been. The car had been completely damaged by the crash. There was still stains on the steering wheel and dashboard of the boy. The boy's mother gave the boy's belongings to the girl, including his wallet, watch, and the cell phone stained with the boy's blood. The girl opened the wallet and found her photo inside, most of which was soaked in blood. When When the girl picked up the boy's watch, she was shocked to find that the hands of the watch stopped near 12:35. The girl instantly understood that the boy used his last strength to call her after the accident, but she herself was still stuck because He was so angry that he didn't answer the phone. The boy no longer had the energy to dial the phone for the second time. He left with infinite attachment and guilt for the girl.

The girl will never know the last thing the boy wanted to say to her. What are the words? The girl also understands that no one will love her more than this boy!

In our fleeting years, love comes and goes in all kinds of ways

When I can't comfort you, or you no longer care about me, please remember that in our fleeting years, there were ten Two egrets fly over the autumn lake. ——Jian Zhen

The scenery we meet along the way waxes and wanes, and the years have changed suddenly, but we don’t know that the past day and night companionship is also easy to forget, but someone’s unintentional look back is deeply rooted in my heart.

What is important and what is on the back burner are no longer something that reason can tell you.

Memories only talk to intuition, directly filtering out those lucky lies or those that deceive oneself and others.

Because what you want to remember is not what you are willing to mention. Missing or thinking about it is often not controlled by the will.

You will always meet some people with whom you have a close relationship, but their profile or a specific posture is often fixed in your mind and replayed continuously.

At the very least, it may only be a one-time relationship, and they are instantly attracted by a certain feature of their bodies, which is engraved in the memory like a close-up shot.

Xi Murong said in "Poolside": "If we meet again, will you recognize me?" It's like the girl like me who is addicted to painting lotuses, and I pass by behind me and admire it silently. The person is you. No need for unnecessary greetings, you can remember me deeply in your heart.

When you enjoy this perfect moment of encountering each other silently, you are filled with joy.

"It is because you have not looked back that you know that if we meet again, you will definitely recognize me from a distance."

Don't blame Ai for leaving regrets even if the fate is still shallow. , even the destined person in the memory may not be able to meander deeply in the depths of the memory like this chance encounter.

"Wherever you go, you will be rewarded. Don't ask where you come from, don't be greedy for more, and don't think about whether the first meeting will be the last time you see each other again."

Although the cold winter has not yet come, the flower in your heart will eventually be able to withstand the cold current of Siberia before the snowy night. It will slightly close its delicate petals, leaving a faint smile half open and half closed, half awake and half asleep, and the fragrance of love will condense into crystal. white.

On a person's winter day, some cold colors suddenly come into view, and there is a coolness in the heart even in the hesitation.

In some places, grass grows all year round because of you. If you can send me a caring heart that smiles and warms all the year round, I will plant it in the place closest to my heart.

It will be the strongest vine to keep out the cold, entwined with each other. The cover of the dream will no longer be thin, nor will it dream back to the wilderness of ice and snow, and there will be only one. An endless line of footprints.

Always treat each other with a smile and a gentle smile.

In the quiet sunlight, listen to the soft sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

You threw a steady warning on the other side, and the string of wind chimes responded crisply, messing up the rhythm but never stopping, just like the ripples on the lake that never disappeared.

You remained silent and smiled as before. That year and this moment have never changed, and I have nothing to lose or have.

"We have wanted to forget the world several times, but we always meet each other quietly at the end of the mountains and rivers. It is a kind of reluctance."

To this day, we can still look at each other here. There is only a passing water at a good distance between the world of mortals. It is not close, but it is less greasy and sticky. We are bathed in freshness and smell the fragrance of the same flower.

On the road of life, lights light up and then go out. One moment is joyful, the other moment is lonely.

Some short-lived happiness will no longer be the same as the lamp that goes out.

We still illuminate each other, and it doesn’t matter whether our marching positions are staggered or parallel.

There are so many complicated things in the world. We don’t need to stubbornly pursue perfection everywhere, nor do we need to be demanding of ourselves and others in everything.

In youth, it is too easy to be paranoid and focus on superficial beauty.

Now it is clear that maybe perfectionism is just an ideal. Only for me, I can feel that the ethereal beauty that is gradually moving away is transforming into a calm indifference, and the texture of life is gradually getting thicker.

I used to be obsessed with the beauty of colors, but I was never satisfied with changing them over and over again. I wanted to find the color I couldn’t get enough of, but I was once visually exhausted.

The color image of Baidu Encyclopedia says: "White is bright, clean, cheerful, simple, elegant and chaste." Just because it does not have a strong personality, it does not attract unnecessary associations, but it is useless. Disgusted.

We are all standing on the edge of the beautiful age, retreating from the ultimate splendor, and returning the seven-color light to the rainbow in the sky, which was the dream of our youth.

Only when we look up again to reminisce, we can express our feelings in a clear and shallow way, like the wind, with regrets, sighs, and strong and extreme love and hate.

I hope that the impulsiveness and recklessness of the past have faded into calmness today. I am, and so are you.

Is affection really a tragedy? Never ask in front of others.

All I know is, "When I can't comfort you, or you no longer care about me, please remember that in our meager fleeting years, there were twelve egrets flying over the lake in autumn."