Sentences about the heart

1, walk in the street easily, have no picky ideas, and enjoy the spring gifts. Green hills are like flowers and picturesque green waters. Who can understand the happiness of flowers and plants? Everything has a spirit. Especially in spring, the season when everything recovers, the breath of spring is sprouting everywhere, the air is so fresh, the sun shines into the air, every molecule is happy and the heart is warm.

2. Youth is the trouble that makes people thin day by day. There is an inexplicable sadness before raising a glass. Youth is a beautiful and lonely song, with gentle wind, gentle dreams, light morning, light clouds, light tears and light years.

3, a person, walking in this light rain, wandering alone bored, thinking about your heart, thinking about you in the distance, the wind is very soft, the rain is light, and the distant thoughts are immersed in the rhyme of a chapter composed of rain and wind. I always feel that some things belong to the memory of past lives. Life is impermanent, divided and combined, and the origin is doomed. Maybe I've been sharing a kind of nectar of true feelings, floating and moving, but it's the delusion of the flower burial person.

4. What is true loneliness? A person, no one to drink and chat, lonely as hell. Nobody knows what I'm thinking. Although there are many friends, none of them can pour out their hearts. So lonely.

Some things can only be told to yourself, and some secrets can only be told to friends. Some pains can only be endured silently, but you should save yourself. No one can share the real pain with you. You can only change it from one shoulder to the other.

6. Flip through your watery worries, let go of your tenderness, and twist Acacia into the fragrant pen and ink you prepared. It is poetic and picturesque, mellow as tea, with a refreshing fragrance, lightly sprinkled at your fingertips, savoring it, this beautiful freehand brushwork, picking up Acacia and giving it to you from afar, smearing it with your heart, slowly infiltrating into the colorful night, and making your thoughts shallow in the unmanned night.

7. The heart is a pool of water, and the mind is the sediment in the pool. If it is not stirred, it will naturally lie quietly at the bottom of the pool. Every heart in the world of mortals has more or less some unforgettable memories. After a long time, they will quietly sink into the bottom of my heart, so that our once painful hearts will gradually return to calm. Since they live in peace, let them lie down, measure themselves and don't touch them. Maybe one day, they will become pearls in clam shells.

8, misty rain, red dust, little tears, endless sorrow, such as misty rain, sigh, such as red dust. Dancing on a moonlit night, it's hard to hide your sad face, and your feelings are deep. What about people? Light green makeup, body like a paper sign, heart as thin as cicada's wings, only a touch of pain and touch are left in the moment of regaining. Who's who? What fate should there be in previous lives? Who and who is the fate of this life and past lives? Seek this life, where to seek the afterlife?

9. The best way to build and consolidate friendship is to talk about your troubles and family affairs in private.

10 Whether it is a woman's heart or a man's confusion, there will always be the weakest place. That's the past, that's the treasure, that's the scar, that's the fragile resistance. But sincerity is not necessarily rational, and enthusiasm does not necessarily have a good end. Venus has no arms and Cupid has no eyes, so people in love can't hug each other or see each other clearly.

1 1, a man's mouth is the gateway to the soul, and a woman's mouth is the window to pour out her heart.

12, a person in a corner, listening to the charm of missing the night, staring at the heart, has become the old scene, just the heart, still staying at the last moment of the wind, unable to get out of the heart of the night, impenetrable dust, finally waiting for the moon, the wind's back, slowly filled in a ray of moonlight, slipping from my brow.