Sad sentences have nothing to do with love.

In order to do one more question than others, we would rather stay up late. The next day, I looked at each other's dark circles and said that the ball game last night was really beautiful. Everyone smiled and understood each other.

Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, wandering to the skylight but still refusing to come back.

I wonder whose thoughts those birds flying south in a hurry took away. ...

When I am old enough to fool around, I choose to be a good boy. And when I want to be presumptuous, I lose the excuse of being presumptuous.

Although we are naive, we think it will take a long time to achieve it.

The place hasn't changed, the characters haven't changed, but time has taken away the summer.

We practice smiling every day and finally become people who dare not cry.

If it's too cold, hold your legs tight. This is a good posture. I get used to this posture day by day, like a lonely child. ...

Leave, make everything simple, give everything a reason to be forgiven, and let's start over.

Others laugh at me as a disobedient child and don't even mind being unhappy.

A woman who writes is lonely.

That's it. Slowly. Slowly. Has time passed?

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LZ, do you know how difficult it is for you to say "or a sad word about love" easily at once? . .