The Moped Diaries

About the sad log 1, I forgot how long it was, and my tears were not so sad. I don't know if it's because of one person or the hard work in the past few years. When all the surroundings come, I still can't control it. ...

I always remember that sentence, "Life is only a few decades, don't leave any regrets for yourself, laugh happily." Cry if you want, love if you love, and there is no need to suppress yourself. " Facing the vast world, I always tell myself to be strong, and everything will go up in smoke, absolutely. However, when emotions hit me, my powerful heart collapsed, collapsed, and even the courage to pretend was gone.

How long has it been? I don't feel drunk. I hate being drunk. Those drunken people who come out of the dim light are like being imprisoned in an empty city, and people always cast different numbers. Later, when the heart needs to hide something, wine has become the noblest sentiment in the world. I began to miss the days when a group of people raised their hearts and raised their glasses. How many people can meet and blend in with the truest wine and tears.

How long has it been? I'm not awake enough to hide my prosperity with wine, but I find that wine is not intoxicating and people are not drunk. That desire can't stop, and it hurts. Some people say that when you stop crying, you will know what time is. My tipsy cheeks are burning. I know I'm invulnerable and I don't deserve it. There is always no place for me outside the world of mortals.

The wine you drink into your stomach is like a memory involved. Black and white movies have never been so clear. Scenes of the past flashed before my eyes, and I haven't had time to turn back. ...

How long has it been? It's all white. I don't even miss it that much Looking back suddenly, life is no longer the first time, but I miss the freshness of the past more than ever. I miss the people there and the best years there. We used to be so obsessed, but now we are scattered all over the world.

It is not easy to open, because things belonging to the past will become very tired and strange. We just have a pure white memory and miss the most sincere time.

How long has it been since I felt grown up? In the face of the chaos of the world of mortals, we have always been naughty children, and those who hurried, some met, and some just passed by. I may belong to the unfortunate latter, always passing by, but never going deep.

A cold wind blew someone else's shadow. I just thank you for the gifts you gave me over the years. Thank you for letting me know after your tears. Reality is so cruel that it won't wait for you at the right time.

How long has it been? ......

People who are not drunk will not get drunk. ...

Never see you again, my heart has strong enough support.

You are all here.

Diary 2 about sadness has always had a desert dream, and I want to accompany Sanmao's soul to wander in the Sahara desert. I just can't give up some responsibilities and obligations in order to realize my dreams. Reality makes people weak, and feelings make people weak inside.

Sanmao chose Sahara, but she was exhausted. The desert took away the person she loved most, and the sand buried her wedding dress, but she still loved the land. In the beautiful Sahara, she buried her happiness, her pure happiness, but at the same time, she filled her soul with danger, destruction and even death. Maybe God is fair, giving you more talents, but giving your soul great hardships. In this war of life and death, in the strangulation without blood and tears, the biting wound makes the face ferocious and hysterical before death. Maybe she is happy, a happy part of her life. Did you hear the faint prayer in the clouds? Carrying the most beautiful soul and the most holy love.

But in the eyes of their relatives, they are suffering great pain, enduring and waiting for the final destruction. Perhaps, the world that is good at creating is the best at destroying. There are many things hidden in life, and no one knows what the world will give you. I still believe that Sanmao's relatives finally understand their children and her lifestyle, and are proud of having such a daughter. Despite the pain, they are satisfied with some fragments, which are short but perfect.

Tonight's sad diary 3, I turned off the light again, and I squatted down and hugged my cold body tightly. ...

I don't know how to come here these days. ...

Maybe I'm the only one in the world who is so stupid and naive. ...

I knew everything had changed, and I finally convinced myself that you were gone. ...

You once said that you would always be by my side. ...

Because I believe you, I have always believed ... QQ sadness log.

But it didn't turn out that way ... you walked too fast for me to keep up. ...

Every time I miss you, I bend down and bite my arm with tears in my eyes, because I don't want to hurt so much. ...

In fact, my heart is already very sad. ...

Maybe I'm the only idiot, and my friends say don't torture yourself anymore. ...

I don't know what I should do. You are my only pillar, my only happiness.

I love you more than myself and regard you as my life. ...

How can we be happy without you? ...

It's just that I'm nothing in your heart ...

If one day you can come to my heart, you will cry, because it is full of heartbreak. ...

If one day I can come to your heart, I will cry, because it doesn't matter. ...

I should be forgotten by you. ...

About the sad log 4, I miss you once, and it hurts! I don't know when this pain will end. I don't know how long I will think you love you. No one can tell me, and no one can decide for themselves!

I am willful, I indulge my feelings, I am decadent, I torture my body and mind, I punish, punish this love that should not exist!

Are you tired? How many times have I asked myself and you at the same time Love, should we continue? Or should it be over? Maybe it should be over long ago, and it is completely over! Tears can be silent, and the disappearance of love can be so free and easy The wind stopped and the rain stopped. Will the heart that loves you stop at this moment? Is it okay? I asked you hard, but you turned your head away silently. I walked with you silently for a long time. Along the way, we had too much laughter, too much emotion, too much sadness and too many tears.

Do you know that?/You know what? I'm always afraid. I don't know how long I can walk with you. Go straight ahead! I don't know whether the road ahead is tortuous or flat.

If my love gives you happiness, please always remember this happiness; If my love gives you pain, please remember that there is such a person in life who gives you this pain; If my love gives you endless scars, please remember this person who gave you scars, ok?

In the lonely night, I knocked on my heart again and asked myself, "Do I really love you?" "Do you really love me too?" No one can answer me. Quiet night, added a loneliness to me, a loneliness! Then, I just want to enjoy this loneliness, this loneliness and this tranquility again. As if your voice sounded in my ear, as if you were kind to me. You can't see the pain in my heart, and you can't see a scar in my heart. No one will light the heart lamp for me, and no one can really understand my inner sadness.

Love, can't say pain, I have to endure not to say; But can tears keep it from falling?

No, because I can't help thinking about you. I can't help thinking about you. How can I live without you? You are not by my side, I silently flow every day, and I can't help thinking about you. I really want you by my side now. Is this condition possible?

Memory spreads to every inch of skin, and pain spreads to every cell.

My thoughts can't move forward, so I stay where I am and grieve silently.

Silently hurt and sad, add a little sadness and pain to yourself.

The reality is really cruel, and life is really too hard and painful.

Singing to the end, how much is unwilling to give up.

Too many memories, you can only read silently by yourself.

I want to spend my life with you, but in the end it's just a naive dream.

Want to meet again, in the end hope turned into despair.

I woke myself up, but I couldn't wake up in that dream.

World sad love log: the taste of love, I have tasted the space log.

Tears, tell yourself with a wry smile that you are gone.

I insist foolishly and wait foolishly. What did I get?

Who can understand how painful it is to watch hope slowly fail and finally become despair?

The air is getting thinner and thinner, which is very uncomfortable.

Recalling the traces we left in our minds, I am the only one left now.

I love you. I can't say it out loud. I can only say "I'm sorry, I love you" quietly in my heart.

In the dream, your back wants to catch me but can't, watching him leave my sight.

I have drunk all the bitter water in love, and I can't move forward with it.

I have tasted love, and I have forgotten what happiness is.

I know I can't go near your heart, and your heart refuses me to go thousands of miles away.

Before, I naively thought that you always loved me. As long as I'm waiting for you, I'll turn around and forgive it's just my dream.

When love comes to an end, it hurts and hurts again, but you still have to give up, give up.

Sad Diary 6 1. I have a conscience, but I usually put it in the safe.

Because I care about you, I always explain, but you always say I'm hiding.

We walked on the same street, but it seemed that we were in two worlds, only to find that everything could not go back.

4. It is much better to do more for him silently and feel lonely and sad only by looking at his back than to hear that I don't love you.

Seeing others holding hands, I remembered that I had been happy.

I hope you are happy, because that is my greatest wish. I am afraid that you will be happy, because then you will forget me.

7. I still believe in love. Because of you, if one day you disappear into my world, I will never believe in love again.

8. The bustling city under the expressway looks like an empty city to me.

Unfortunately, reality is reality, and it will never be as romantic and naive as a fairy tale.

10. I thought the extremely prosperous soft time turned out to be just romantic.

1 1. The reality is so cruel and a little sad. It feels so clear, so clear that it is a bit hypocritical.

12. Don't judge others easily, because you haven't experienced his life.

13. I'm too lazy to change the person in my heart.

14. Life is that those who need it can't get it, and those who get it don't need it.

15. Drink the medicine, pass the bottle, hang yourself on the rope, and see off the jumper with a handkerchief.

16. Dusk is like a fox. Look over. Who can lean on me?

17. You don't need me anymore. I gave myself too much.

18. You can go, but please give me my heart back.

19. May those who have never loved love tomorrow, and those who have loved love tomorrow.

20. The longer you appear, the more I feel that you are a boon from life.

2 1. Never loved, so never be sad.

22. I often joke with you about facts, except facts.

23. The child cried and said that I am not afraid of ghosts. Can you believe it?

24. Love makes people mature and degenerate.

25. I am strong enough to accept your departure #

By saying that we are friends, I dare to be crazy in your life for a long time.

27. I never dare to confidently say that I have all of you.

28. You don't need to be brave or lie. People who know you will naturally know who you are.

29. It's no use holding something that doesn't belong to you.

30. Don't buy useless things, no matter how cheap; Don't rely on someone you don't love, no matter how lonely he is.

Sad log 7 sometimes I feel inexplicably uncomfortable, but I don't know why.

Sometimes, I talk and laugh with people around me, but I feel extremely lonely and lonely.

Sometimes, looking out of the window quietly, you will feel that you are a person who is easily forgotten.

Sometimes, I think the world is really fake and hypocritical, and I wish I could destroy it.

Sometimes, once a good friend becomes a stranger. But nothing can be done.

Sometimes, some people leave without saying goodbye. . calmly

Sometimes, I pretend to be happy and laugh more stupidly than anyone else.

Sometimes, I am very tired and just want to stay alone in the corner and stay quietly.

Clearly sad, clearly want to cry, but grinning.

Obviously lonely, obviously scared, but want to be alone.

People want to talk online, but they have to learn to be invisible.

I really want to meet you, I am looking forward to it, but I have to refuse.

Obviously, I am in a mess, but I want someone to accompany me, but I have to pretend to be silent.

Obviously reluctant, obviously unable to let go, but learn to let go.

Unspeakable grievances are grievances, and crying to laugh is pain. When you can't stand it, you can squat down and hug yourself. We keep rummaging through our memories, but we can't find ourselves again. If one day, I don't even know myself, please tell me what I was like before. In fact, I laugh easily and cry easily, but I have no heart when I laugh and a sense of suffocation when I cry. Everyone who loves to laugh has unspeakable pain in his heart. It is better to laugh and say it doesn't matter, and cry and say it hurts. Now I just want to let nature take its course. Don't say I don't care. What if I care? What if I care?

I know, in our life. . There is such a person. . Never come.

I know, we just lack such things as being needed, and we just don't want to be needed. Because whoever leaves can live well, because, even if one day disappears. . Nobody knows.

I know, but can we not be brave?

I know, but I can't resist.

I remember when I was a child, I couldn't help picking beautiful flowers every time I saw them. Although sometimes the hand is stabbed, it will endure the pain and forcibly take it for yourself.

At that time, I proudly raised my trophy and my bleeding hands to my partners. Their praise made me proud to be a hero. Flowers kept in bottles at home will soon wither, droop, lose petals and wither. Then I will take them with a little melancholy and loss, but I will soon forget those beautiful flowers that withered in my hands in advance! Tonight, I am leaning on the sofa, inadvertently thinking of the beautiful flowers, the life that died young, and also thinking of myself who is lonely now. There are thousands of kinds of beauty, but all have the same thing-life! Maybe I should enjoy it from a distance and let Mei choose her most suitable lifestyle!

I always thought I could be qualified to love. I suddenly looked back and read my story carefully before I realized that I was just a doll manipulated by others in this relationship. From the beginning to the end of love, my emotions are involuntary, just like leaves, spring is long and autumn falls. This is the law of nature! Pity your love, but it was terminated by others and forced to take a curtain call! Where does my heart live?

Love makes me giggle all the time, makes my brain short-circuit, makes me lose myself, makes me lose my dignity, makes me laugh and cry by any means, that is, but I will still love, because I am dear, deeply loved and favorite! I am intoxicated with this ignorance, drunkenness makes me happy, drunkenness makes me move, drunkenness makes me feel at ease! Love is abandoned to the extreme, just like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the sea. This smell can only be deeply understood if you understand it! There is only one word difference between love and hate, but how many spoony women and lovers have been destroyed through the ages! Love is the nourishment and ornament of life, but now it makes me feel like gunpowder, afraid to touch it, afraid to blow me to pieces at once! When the cruelty of material and reality swallowed up love, I thought it was time for me to surrender. What am I still insisting on? No one needs it or deserves it. Perhaps I, who was deeply hurt by him, should go with the flow, fly with the wind, dance with joy, and be happy, but I found that I couldn't.

The frenzied heart is pounding hard in this dark night, but no matter how crazy it is, it is still wordless pain! I know this is extremely unwilling and cold, but there is nothing I can do, I can only cry helplessly! The raindrops outside the window are unable to drop, which makes people feel even more desolate! In fact, I really hope that a rare snow can cover all the filth on this earth! Maybe my thoughts will be completely frozen, and I hope there will be no more heartache! Deception cost me everything, but I learned to think calmly; Betrayal makes my heart ache, but it also makes me want to run freely, throw away boots, coats, scarves and skirts, and tear off these disguises, so I run all the way with my red-hot nature! In this world of ice and snow, I want to release my fanatical passion, shed my boiling sweat and wipe away my remaining heartache! My heart is unwilling to find happiness, and the injury makes me completely broken, but I have to carefully modify my deformity! I believe that my suffering will end one day, and I believe that those who cheat and betray me will taste the same sin one day. I will dominate the sky as soon as possible! Things go round and round, there are causes and consequences, natural laws!

Loneliness is to let us better think and sort out the hurried life behind the excitement, and loneliness is to let us know how to cherish ourselves and design the future! Friends, let's cherish the gift from God-loneliness, because it can make us more beautiful, mature, wise and calm, and also let us have a new understanding of the road we have traveled and the people we have lived with! Maybe not all love will have a result, not all efforts are right, and not all sincerity can be understood! Love is innocent, people's hearts are full of danger, and this life is difficult to be complete. Let's make an appointment in the afterlife!

Women are like flowers, but every woman has her own flower language! If you love this woman, a man should read her flowery language first, not lust after her beautiful face! Don't say love easily, ask yourself, do you really love? Did you pay? Don't say brokenhearted, do you really love with your heart? Are you really heartbroken Love is an unrequited effort. Have you really done it? No, please don't always pretend to be sad, then please learn to respect love! Life is innocent, but it will respond to us!

If you can't love her, cherish her and understand her, please be merciful and don't pick her! Keep her fresh and perfect, and let the men who love, understand and cherish her bloom the most gorgeous and charming flowers in the world!

About the sad diary 9 I use words to release the sadness in my heart, the dusty memories, flow quietly between words, untie the shackles of emotions, and cry unscrupulously.

Who is it, when the flowers bloom, touched the true feelings; Who hurt that innocence when the flowers fell? Ear is full of sad music, faint melody, self-deprecating smile and some helplessness, wet eyes are full of vacant. It's a little strange to read your name. The happiest love is the most painful memory today, but how the years have changed is still as clear as yesterday.

The years passed quietly, like water. Magnolia blossoms are full of fragrance and gently pick up the petals on the ground; However, the falling flowers are intended to follow the running water, and the running water has no intention of falling flowers.

Time flies and countless thoughts are flying in the sky. Love is deep and shallow, people are haggard, love and hate for a moment, and then look back, it has already flown. After the storm, it exudes vitality everywhere, quietly extending to every corner, sending many people's thoughts.

The sigh of memory is a word that can never be written, and people go to the building; The rest bit by bit, silently, recorded every scene in the text. It writes quietly, remembering the faint sadness when you are happy, so far away and so close. Paint the written words with beautiful colors, and embellish the sadness when you are heartbroken.

Cut out the fragments of memory, immerse yourself in the scene where the reality and the reality coexist, and let your mind get instant support. In the cloister of the years, sadness and separation are everywhere. Whose past was buried by tears?

The cold rain wet my dream. It was that beautiful shadow that vividly aroused my bleak dream; The tenderness that disappeared in the dream melted into my endless thoughts; In the blooming years, it turned into a wisp of fragrance and filled the sky with the wind.

The affectionate wind gently soothes every hill. The vows I made dissipated the residual temperature in the sunset. Those tender feelings, those sad sighs and those lingering memories have gone with the wind; Dissipate and then dissipate, leaving scattered fragments and leaving.

Beautiful words translated all the sighs in my heart, but I still laughed and laughed after leaving the words, weaving the sighs of memories into light lullabies and playing them into warm laughter.

Wave, goodbye, lost years; Goodbye, beautiful sadness; Sometimes I think, how can sadness be beautiful? It turns out that everyone's sadness is unique, and the stories in sadness are beautiful and charming.

On the sad log 10, I vaguely remember the white dress when I first saw you. Maybe the sunshine was just right that day, making you look like a smiling angels in white.

That smile is so pure and unpretentious, maybe only a heartfelt smile is so beautiful! It's just that an angel's smile never belongs to anyone. So I can only secretly hide in the depths of my heart, so I am careful, afraid of being discovered by others, and remember alone in the dead of night.

I still vaguely remember your angry eyes, which were mixed with a little sadness. You know, eyes are like a sword, which stings my eyes and then reaches my heart. I have a glib tongue, but I can't argue with you. The last thousand words can only be turned into a slightly pale statement: "I didn't do it."

I am always so clumsy in front of you. Think about a word dozens of times before you dare to say it. Sometimes I can't even speak, not because I have nothing to say, but because I am nervous and excited. I am afraid of saying the wrong thing in front of you, saying the wrong thing. Finally, I have something to say and I don't know where to start.

I still remember the time you fought for me in the fourth grade. When the teacher is helping you disinfect the wound, I cry when you cry. The teacher said, "Irrelevant people go home quickly." I can only turn around silently when I am not brave enough. One day in the third grade, I still remember clearly that I cried in the classroom. As a result, you were scolded by the teacher. At that time, I didn't have the courage to tell the teacher that I hurt you before crying.

You know me, I know. You always stand up when I am most helpless. You are so sweet, but your kindness does not belong to me, your smile and your sadness do not belong to me.

It is not easy to meet you in such a big world. However, the world is so small, you are just like my best friend. This is about to happen. I am willing to wait silently by your side, hoping that one day you can find me, but there is only one woman left in your world, which blocks all my light.

I can only choose to turn around and leave, hoping not to leave a trace. But when I am afraid of helplessness, I will always think of you, and then I will cry silently. I once asked myself, if I had a time machine, would I like to go back to the past and the days without a wisp of white clothes? If I could start over, would my answer change? Choose not to know you or not to like you. Just no time machine.

Goodbye, white boy. I want to leave and find the life I want. Maybe next time I see you, I can greet you with a relieved smile and make friends like friends I haven't seen for years.