When sadness flows against the river, I will forget you completely.

The age when you don't know anything and don't want to have too many emotions

The result that can't be subverted is the initial foreshadowing.

after the season, the fragrance is fragrant, and the story ends in silence.

If a clown cries one day, do you think he is joking?

I can't find a pen to write my name on your heart.

if you want to leave, please never come back.

I didn't know each other at first, but I didn't know each other at last.

maybe the price of going too far is loneliness.

I just need a little warmth.

I have become like an ignorant child, asking for a dependence that you refuse to give.

women, don't take your innocence to satisfy men's hormones.

don't tell others when you are sad, just stay with yourself.

Those days when I stood on tiptoe and looked around have now become pale memories.

Happiness is the product of the soul, not just the achievement of love.

there are too many disappointments in reality, so there is no need to be angry with yourself.

Your eyes are the sea I will never meet again in this life.

After being too fond of me, Happiness went to find another person who expected her.

how beautiful the memories were before, and how true the lies are now.

The most painful pain is forgiveness, and the darkest black is despair.

a simple melody always brings back a complicated memory.

Silence is like a sad song, but my eyes are blurred when I cover it.

I am nostalgic because I can't see you and the future.

I also laugh at myself. I can talk but I can't.

I say it doesn't matter, and my heart hurts too much.

I watched you and her happy, sad and happy.

No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, it can't melt my sad heart.

the first ray of sunshine in the morning washes my every cell.

put on a false mask, but it's hard to hide the pain inside.

I can't release my feelings, and I have to suffer from it.

I forgot you in the place where we once met.

There are always some dreams, which are not easy, confusing or indulgent.

When running away becomes a habit, I just want to cry

It is because you are not good that I want to stay with you and give you happiness.

Fireworks all over the sky, like gorgeous summer flowers, keep blooming and withering.

It seems that everyone will change and become unpredictable.

Sometimes I think it would be great if I could start all over again.

Leaving you is my last way to love you.

nothing and things have changed, only the state of mind.

The sea is slightly green, and my heart is slightly blue, much like my feeling of missing you.

Without tears, my heart is a dry lake.

The lost love covers up with pain, pretending to be strong but still showing flaws

Those young seasons, the teenagers in those seasons.

when the sadness runs counter-current, I will forget you completely.

nitpicking each other is out of concern.

It's very quiet. It's hard to imagine how helpless it would be to stay away from the noise.

Only now did I realize that I was "lonely".

It was a blink of an eye, and we lost each other.

If something loses its meaning, it is not worth remembering

All first love will be crushed by the wheel of history.

At a certain moment, we thought that we had grown up.

It's not that I was born in love with the old, but that the new is not as good as the old.

The major events in life are nothing more than making money and talking about love.

some things turn around for a lifetime.

I miss you, and you don't miss you anymore.

that's all the warmth in my life. I gave it all to you.

the picture becomes blurred, and you no longer love me.

distance does not produce beauty, but interprets fragile love.

Doraemon said, Nobita, it's not me you want, it's just that pocket.

I see through his heart, and there are others who stay behind me

in my pupils. Keep some light in the dark days. A river of sadness flows upstream

1. Overhead are interlaced antennas, which divide the dark sky. Clouds float very low in the narrow sky. Lead-gray broken clouds cast alternating light and shadow along the alley.

2. In fact, I understand this feeling. Because I once shouted in a very tight place from you. Then you slowly leave me in the front direction in my shouts. It is also because there is no medium. The medium that connects us. The medium that can transmit my voice into your body.

3. When sadness flows into a river, a simple passage will evoke the deepest wound in memory, a simple picture will touch the most fragile string in my heart, and a simple dialogue will gush out the most sour tears in my eyes.

4. The morning fog that filled the alley was illuminated by the light that gradually lit up. Before dawn, you can still see some residual starlight in the cold blue sky.

5. I can't stop dreaming about you again and again. In the dream, we are lying on the river, as calm as a puppet without breathing or heartbeat. Or a dead friend.

6. The youth specimens loaded by time on the glass have finally migrated into floating dust in the universe in the continuous weathering of time, and they have gathered into a long river of light.

7. I have also walked through that area like a mine ban, as if I would be torn into dust floating in the light by a sudden explosion at any time.

8. The body floats in the air like lack of oxygen. Can't fall down. Can't fall to the ground, keep your feet on the ground. All the joints were tied with silver silk thread, pulled like a puppet, opened and closed like a zombie, and walked forward in the street.

9. I really feel the feeling of being abandoned by the familiar world. When the world gave up on me, I slowly let go. There will never be another morning like that.

1. In fact, each of us will be willing to live in the past in the past, present and future tenses. All kinds of pain now, and what kind of pain we don't know we will experience in the future, all touch our instinct. Starting the system of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages makes us unwilling to live in the present and look forward to the future.

11. It's so far away that every day, a piece of frosted glass is inserted between now and then, and the things behind 2 pieces of frosted glass look like fog that can't be dispersed all winter.

12. In the distant and boundless sea of people, the boy holding the bicycle turned around and said in a low voice, Hey, want to go home together? Gentleness in an infinitely long time. A long time in infinite tenderness. All the time.

13. Youth is like a drip bottle hanging above your head. Drop by drop, clean. And outside the window is still a sunny and sunny world.

14. In fact, there is a thing called believing in the world. Sometimes you will inexplicably trust a person you are not familiar with, and you will tell him many things, even things that you haven't told your best friend. Sometimes you don't trust the person you live with day and night for no reason, even though you have shared and guarded countless secrets together, but at that time, you look at his face and you don't believe him. We live in such a complex world, dragged blindly towards the end of the world by things that are as repetitive and irregular as pi.

15. The bright sunshine outside the window burns on your eyelids. Many swimming spots are moving in a staggered way on the red retina. Gradually fell asleep. So I didn't hear the voice shouting from somewhere. You didn't hear me, did you? However, I really once shouted.

16. Time gently rewrites the vein, and the color of the green onion extracted in the test tube fades to pale and gray after a long consumption. The rising sun is your staring eyes.

17. Pretend to be mature, pretend to be firm, and pretend that the iron wall of the whole world can't hurt yourself, but in the eyes of the nearest experienced person, you can easily see through your inner youthful and frivolous tricks. There is no denying how ignorant and naive we were.

18. It must be very painful to give up your own world. Obviously, I can't bear to part with it, but I have no more strength to retain it. When the world gave up on itself, I slowly let go of my hand.

19. Empty loneliness or desolate loneliness is actually much warmer than noisy crowds and various faces.

2. The wind rolled gray clouds and rolled past the window like waves. It may be that the windows are closed too tightly, and the whole blue sky, which is boiling with airflow, sounds extraordinarily silent. Like soaking your ears in water.

21. Silent ups and downs of huge black waves burst into silence on the horizon. In this way, from just wetting the soles of the feet to covering the instep and crossing the calves, step by step. To the cold and silent abyss.

22. Every day is more different from the previous day. Life is written in scrawled and neat versions. And then faded by time. It's illegible.

23. Some things that can barely be recalled now began in the pale and lonely winter. Days like this. The blindfolded fault can only see the near future.

24. Qi Ming and Yi Yao are like lines released from the same endpoint, but they face different directions. So farther and farther. Farther and farther away. Every day, it becomes more different from the day before. Life is written in scrawled and neat versions.

25. Oppose the desolation, the time, the warmth, and the young days when the pain rises. The four seasons in the world cycle, and people peel off the fragments. The faint teenager who stayed in the past raised his hand to wipe away the dust.

26. We live in such a complex world, and we are dragged blindly to the end of the world by the irregular things that never repeat like pi.

27. A long time is like a dark, humid and sultry cave. Youth is like a drip bottle hanging above your head. Drop by drop, clean.

28. Although I was soaked in the solution of time and lost the details that should be intact, I still left a deep-rooted part and survived tenaciously in my heart.

29. It's just that there is a person in your life, very close to you. She will never be cherished, never loved, always live in a painful world, always live in the air of being excluded and laughed at. She will also turn away with heartache when she sees other girls being cared for by her parents and her boyfriend. She will also wish she had never been to this world when her mother cursed you for not dying. She will also want to wear beautiful clothes, have many friends to care about, and have beautiful boys to secretly love. She also wants her mother to bring a bowl of hot soup for herself in the middle of the night instead of diving into the kitchen to cook every day after school. She will also want to be a flower that is held in her hand, instead of being treated as dust that can be trampled on at will.

3. After harvesting, if you have ever stood on it, if you have ever witnessed such prosperous growth, it will become barren overnight, become residual wheat stalks and charred land.

31. Your heavy breathing in the dark is the familiar fog in the alley in the morning. Your warm chest. A huge river of sadness and silence flows slowly.

32. It seems that there is such a huge vortex in an unknown space in the universe, which absorbs all people's youth, young faces and full years, and is dragged to the invisible bottom and swallowed up by monsters living in it.

33. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one in our life, so that when we finally meet the right one, we will be grateful.

34. Live with a clear conscience, be content and comfortable. Like a close-fitting cotton sweater, it is not expensive, but it has a cool sense of dependence.

35. How many mountains can our love climb before it has a happy ending? If I don't meet you, will we all live happily?

36. She covered her heart. It was like being rubbed into a handful of crushed ice, and it hurt with cold. It's like taking a big bite of a popsicle in your mouth in summer, and finally you can only spit it out because of the cold. However, how can you spit out the ice that has been rubbed into your heart?

37, casual dialogue, casual expression, in the dark into a needle scattered along a fixed route, at a predetermined moment, without mercy into the other person's body, and then to prove whether the other person's painful expression is as you think.

38. I once shouted at a place close to you. Then you slowly leave me in the front direction in my shouts. It is also because there is no medium. The medium that connects us. The medium that can transmit my voice into your body.

39. The summer in my memory is so far away that it is a little vague. It's like inserting a frosted glass into your mind every day, isolating your memory layer by layer.

4. The cruelest sentence in the world is not that I'm sorry or that I hate you, but that we can never go back. Never, never go back. This is a simple sentence, which keeps two people who were originally close apart.

41. As long as you are cold enough and indifferent enough, you can no longer care about everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone. As long as you think of yourself as dead. Then, in this world, nothing can hurt you anymore.

42. I know I'm not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the way I came more than anyone else. I keep looking back and stop, but time has left me and I'm running forward with great vigour.

43. 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.

44. It is such a world. Every day, like spinning silk, it is wound into a transparent cocoon. The heart container built by vanity and jealousy is increasingly infused with thick ink.

45. In fact, there is nothing in this world that can definitely hurt you. As long as you are cold enough, indifferent enough, and indifferent enough to everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone. As long as you think of yourself as