I love someone so much that I have no dignity. I have no bottom line for you.

Love a person to the point of no dignity: love a person, seven points is enough, leave three points to love yourself. Too much love is not happiness for him, but a burden.

Love a person to the point of no dignity.

First, times have changed. We have forgotten that we once loved a person without any attachments, forgotten his tenderness, and forgotten everything he did for me. I have no feelings for him. I no longer love him. Why is this happening? It turns out that our love lost to time. First love makes you forget time, then time makes you forget love.

Second, if I give up, it's not because I lost, but because I understand.

Third, I pretend to be indifferent and tell myself that I am strong and can bear anything. However, when I was forgotten in the corner, I found that I could not afford to lose, and I would be afraid. Those messy thoughts can no longer be sorted out. I will never hear from you again. I heard that you are better off than me, and I am afraid I will be sad. I'm afraid my depravity will make you laugh. The so-called powerful, blurred me.

Fourth, looking up at the moon, the wind is still dancing with the thin shadow of Ryutsuki, autumn insects are chirping and leaves are falling? . Locking the phoenix tree in the cold and cheerless, there is another layer of loneliness, and a person sits and counts the stars. That night, the flowers bloomed, it was so warm that I wanted to cry, the petals were raining all over the sky, and I was alone in loving the moon. I dare not go near you, just look into your eyes quietly. Those eyes are as clear as water, and they have become a poem with eyebrows. Who wrote the shallow sadness?

Five, love a person, the original love to seven points is enough, there are three points to continue to love yourself. Too much love is not happiness for him, but a burden. The truth in the world is so simple, whether you love things or lovers, you must be temperate. When the moon is full, it will be lost, and when the water is full, it will overflow. Sometimes, loving too much is not love, but great harm.

6. Love is like shoes. I obviously bought a pair I like, but when I walk on the road of love, I still can't help looking at the shoes on other people's feet, thinking that only it can jump out of a graceful love dance music. When I really put on those shoes, I found that the dance of love was not beautiful at all. Cherish your most beautiful pair of shoes now.

Seven, love is a stupid ability. Being stupid is also an ability. People without this ability can only be stupid once at most, and then learn to be smart. Since then, they have seen through the truth of all men or women in the world. Even if frustrated, people with this ability always believe that there must be the true love they seek. The premise of love is to care about a person, so women are stingy because of love, and men love because of meanness.

Eight, we love each other at this moment, it seems too late, but it is just the right time, because you are late, I know how to cherish. All the fiery passion, because everything seems too late. However, if you had come earlier, I might not love you so much.

Until the world is at peace, I won't be sorry for you.

Ten, a lifetime of love, not lip service. If promises were useful, there wouldn't be so much separation. If only emotions were useful, there wouldn't be so many betrayals. When two people are together, the only way to go is to live a good life day by day. Life-long love begins with missing and guarding every day. It is better to care about people than to talk about love.

Cherish today, cherish now, who knows which comes first: tomorrow and accident.

Twelve, she once naively thought that having meant forever! When he won't feel distressed for her crying, he won't be happy for her joy, he won't coax her with his unique gentleness, and he won't wipe away her tears with his warm fingertips. Only then did she know that the promise we had made and the beautiful love we had had had already turned into a cloud.

Thirteen, the power of love is infinite. If love exists, war can turn into friendship, stagnant water can ripple again, and life can create miracles; If love exists, happiness and happiness will embrace us and will not pass us by. Don't try to please everyone, on the one hand, you can't do it at all, on the other hand, it seems too fake. If someone loves you, someone will hate you. The benchmark is to pass the level in your heart.

Fourteen, after walking for so long, have you changed, and fragile tears are still not easy to flow? Have you changed after walking for so long? Did you find your freedom? Don't you think you've been gone for a long time except waiting for me? Do you remember the way I cried, or do you forget that tears are like a cup of bitter wine? Have you changed after walking for so long? I love you, I miss you, I miss you, I see you, and I want nothing more.

Fifteen, if love is a virus, then it must be that my respiratory tract is infected with this epidemic virus, and even breathing is uncomfortable. If one day, you disappear from my memory completely, will my breathing be as even as before? I thought that time would slowly corrode the vows engraved in the years and the people who passed by in life.

Sixteen, if no one in the world wants you in the future, you must remember that there is still me, I don't want you!

Seventeen, can't see clearly, let it continue to blur. Some things, some love, some feelings, some people, see too thoroughly, but will be hurt.

Eighteen, once the water flows deep, it will not make a sound. Once a person's feelings are deep, they will appear weak. Some people are good to you because you are good to him, while others are good to you because they know you are good. The best love, no shortage of days, no shortage of old age, just want to be together, nothing more. What do you think love is? Comfortable but not awkward silence. Similar people are suitable for having fun together, and complementary people are suitable for growing old together.

Nineteen, I often face the scenes I imagined together, take pictures with excitement, shout loudly, and then look at gorgeous photos, which makes me sad. The picture is beautiful, if you are there. At that moment, I suddenly realized that all the way to now, no one stood by me to accompany me to see the scenery. I thought I was strong enough.

Twenty, that day, I washed my heart with water, just for the innocence when I met you. That January, I was stained with wonderful dust, just for the beauty when I met you. That year, I sang deeply and lightly, just for the indifference when I fell in love with you. At that time, I walked step by step, just for the happiness when I was with you. With your warmth, my world is wonderful, and no one will doubt that love is the most beautiful oath.

Twenty-one, in the country of love, there is never absolute fair trade, only relative fairness. Love is sometimes like gambling. Winning or losing involves luck. The person you love the most sometimes is not necessarily the person who loves you the most, or even the person who loves you. Sometimes the person who loves you the most is not necessarily the person you love the most, and even sometimes you can't let yourself love at all.

22. If I leave, will there be a date for my return? It's hard to make a sentence out of a lonely lamp. A pool of green ink makes lovesick tears drop by drop. What subtle gesture should I use to face a blooming encounter, even if I leave, I won't feel too sad. Silence, endlessly hiding the dark wounds in my heart, drowning myself in a song without saying a word; At this moment, please don't talk to me about sadness and joy, just want to calm my heart again.

Twenty-three, happiness will be moved. I'm so lucky to meet you in golden times. Until that moment, I realized the feeling of loneliness after prosperity, knowing that I had no chance, but I was still waiting for you. If you don't love, you won't be lonely or sad. I like it and indulge it, only then can I understand that my heart will still be cold in warm seasons.

Twenty-four, inexplicable sadness haunts me again, and the night is still so mysterious and deep; People, in the dark, look particularly pale and powerless. The unknown melody rings in my ear again: Do I really have nothing? Where will I park tomorrow? The leaves are silent, the west wind rises again, and it is lonely and sad. Smell, don't think about it.

Twenty-five, you think he will accompany you forever, always think that you are very happy, always believe in a stubborn attitude. You will be sensitive, suspicious, afraid, and finally let go of all your defenses because of his eyes. In fact, you are not as strong as you look. You said that a person can live well. But you are not good, very bad, you will cry and smile in loneliness. Those men are nice, but none of them are yours.