Talk about your feelings?

People can't always get together. Everyone has a private space, so what are you thinking when you are alone? How are you feeling? I have arranged the following for you, I hope you like it.

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1 People are iron rice or steel. If you don't pretend to be hungry for a day, you will panic.

I'm poor, so poor that I have only money left!

Based on our relationship. I will never sprinkle salt on your wound, I will only sprinkle it.

The key point of the plan that does not aim at the exam is to play hooligans.

5 how annoying! Why do people only see my handsome face, but they don't know that there is a smart brain behind me?

The school canteen perfectly explains what it means to drag the hall for two minutes and queue for two hours.

Suddenly look back, big brother, why haven't you left?

You said onions are amazing, and they are the only fruits and vegetables that can make people cry. I don't want to deny you, but last time I was hit by durian, I cried all day.

When will this salary grow as fast as a nail?

No matter how many times you turn, your * * * is still behind you.

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1 Some friends once had nothing to say, but now they have nothing to say.

Pretend to drink soy sauce even if you are jealous, and don't let others look down on you.

I gave up the spicy strips. What can I stand?

You are my favorite person, and you won't change sweet ice cream and chocolate.

We breathe hard at each other through the glass, and if we are wrong, we will continue.

Hugs are beautiful. Although two hearts are close together, they can't see each other's faces.

7 Ignoring is not necessarily forgetting, but it must be alienating.

Sometimes I'm afraid of death, but I don't want to drag out an ignoble existence.

Only those who can't figure it out, there is no road that can't be taken.

10 If you really love someone, you'd rather be hard on yourself and give him happiness.

1 1 In the war-torn city, we have been constantly saying goodbye and meeting, and growing up silently alone. This book completely took away those separated years, joys and sorrows. Is the truest and deepest love. In recent years, Ji Guang Pian Yu, whether it is relaxed and homely talk or lonely and decadent expression, has settled down at this moment and condensed here.

12 The world of mortals is in a trance, and everything turns strange. Qian Qian's light and shadow are drifting away, so small and insignificant, and the stars are full of floating songs. Wearing the purple world of mortals, even if the sky falls, the light and shadow will always be orderly as scheduled in the morning and evening, and the sun, moon and stars will be with you.

13 seeing and not seeing, what the heart sees. Reading or not reading, the mirror is full of flowers. Eating color is also true, virtual Wang Hongchen. If you wait and see, the dust will start to disappear. The world is not awake, the flowers are not defeated, the vines are not withered, and the stones are not rotten. I once took peach blossoms as my alliance and hay as my crown, and promised you a stone. The red rope is tied today, and the pearl is perfect. He will grow old together forever, Lan Xin.

14 The full moon in the vast Milky Way is waving its clean and clear brilliance brightly, pinning it on my melancholy fit, just like a once-in-a-lifetime bosom friend, hiding its purity, covering up the indifference and meanness of the city, and silently blending into my affectionate Timan. The beauty lies in my heart and shines in my hometown.

15 A person's life is always silent. Looking at the white clouds in the sky, he walked quietly under the empty sky. Some people approach gently and walk away from your life, but like a smoke cloud, they gradually disperse without leaving a trace. Some people, although just a brush around the corner, leave a deep mark on their hearts and even care for their lives.

16 drifting like a dream, how much wheatgrass? Shake off the dust gently, leave the unhappiness to the years, leave the simplicity to yourself, find a quiet place with peace of mind, let yourself be in the Zen forest, sing a curtain of spring breeze, compose a song around the dust, and cherish a faint ink poetry, so that the most beautiful lotus blooms in your heart. The world of mortals, only peace of mind can reach the other side.

17 after the farewell, the two places missed each other, saying that it was March and April, but it was five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness are strange. Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.

18 The most painful thing is not parting, but the memories after parting are still deeply rooted and entangled like the devil. Leaving is just a turning distance, but forgetting takes a lifetime. If you can't forget it, you must learn to let go, learn to face the sun with pain, believe that time can heal us, and believe that you can bloom in spring.

19 silent dust, I am looking for a curtain of dust dreams. In the gap of time, I am constantly combing the beautiful scenery of the past, and my flowing thoughts are swaying in the swaying green shadows, as if the ancient style permeates the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe more spring, just one in your heart, can warm your life; No matter how many dreams there are about you, they are so warm!

20 years of cold and warm, short fate. Looking back, you are the softest wound in my heart. People have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, how many flowers bloom, how many leaves fall, and through the vicissitudes of time, have my expectant eyes ever warmed your heart? Once agreed, forgotten in the sunset, lonely.

2 1 He broke free from the bondage of fate and reveled in a wisp of red dust. How shy he is, and who loves him? Flowers bloom and fall, as promised. Take advantage of the incense and fold a pear flower to bring rain. Who am I greedy for the scenery? Once upon a time, I whispered on your shoulder, made love lightly, and walked through the storm together.

Very far away, driven by dreams, as steady as the ground, a little nostalgic. More than a month has passed, and I hardly drink, for fear of confusing my memory and waking up, I can't remember the falling maple red, the beautiful snow and the beautiful picture. Now I feel very lost, I have eroded the wine, cups and cups, and my memory is arrogant. Laugh with children when you are happy, and talk to your wife lightly when you are drunk.

Phoenix dances peach blossoms, I dance for years, you dance, a feeling, a whisper, and a few degrees of madness. I will be the bride of your dreams, snuggling next to your pillow, kissing deeply and never parting. Acacia tears, red rain in the air, floating my true feelings, just fantasy. Love in the fantasy music, seduces the dance and releases the inner feelings.

In the tears of 24 years, how much affection can only be carnival between pages, and the lamp is beside the case, constantly beating. Those feelings that come at night have become so thin that they can only drift away indifferently. Is it going to rain? I stayed in the cold of late autumn for a long time, and I don't know how I feel today.

The same eyes have different views. The same ear has different ways of hearing. Say different things with the same mouth. One heart has different ideas. Is it because of this that the same life has different sadness? Flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China.

I remember someone saying that wind and rain always go hand in hand, and in the years that accompany day and night, the wind wants to blow away the sadness of rain. Rain said, please don't be too close to me. Because the wind knows that the heart of rain has begun to travel, and it is the heaviest bag of rain. The rain relieved, but left the wind to chew bitterness alone. It's raining and the wind is whimpering.

27 mood, rolling ten million. Regardless of sadness and joy, they all bloom quietly in the depths of the fleeting time. Don't fold different elegance in the gentleness of the skirt. Shake hands with time and make peace. Aside from all the trivial matters of the world of mortals, quietly watch Bodhi blossom a tree full of Zen. But I am still smiling, and the sunshine is warm in the calm without wind or rain.

Open the picture of autumn leaves, full of autumn colors, quiet and gorgeous, like a graceful poem, chanting beautiful autumn. Take a picture of autumn scenery, make your time more beautiful, stare at the colorful clothes in autumn, it is more quiet and beautiful, making people linger. You see, the sky is blue, the yellow leaves are full of autumn colors, the waves are cold, and Qiu Guang is rolling.

Listen, the drizzle is whispering, the stream is whispering, and sometimes a gentle song is played. The wind blows gently, very gently, just like the strings of a pipa. Listen, the earth is telling, telling the joy of harvest, listening, the blue sky is telling, telling the tranquility of autumn. At night, the autumn moon is hazy, and the little star enters the window lattice.

Because a song likes a person, because a person likes a city, because a city likes a life, and then it becomes a song. If one day, things that move your heart can no longer touch you, things that make you angry can no longer irritate you, and things that make you sad can no longer make you cry, you will know what this time and life have given you and what you have paid for your growth.

3 1 Those silent times, those warm past events like spring water, converge into a long river in silent execution, and flowers bloom all the way to the shore, just like our bright future. And how many people's laughter and tears, homesickness and pain, are deposited in the bottom of the surging Yellow River.

Although love is ruthlessly washed away, it still stands. Here, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the moving songs are endless, which can only be compared with the imaginary paradise. People who have tasted love are unwilling to exchange it for the most delicious food in the world.

In spring, there is no heat in summer, no coldness in autumn and no cold in winter. And spring is a spring full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.

Give time life, not life time. People are not bad, just habits. As long as he has the heart to do the right thing, forgive him if he can, and don't treat him as a bad person. The more I want to know if I have forgotten, the clearer I remember. When you can't have what you have anymore, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.

After a hundred years of life, it becomes empty in an instant. Life does not bring, death does not bring. All encounters, joys and sorrows, are determined by the heart. If you can see through and let go, everything will be like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. Although pleasing to the eye, it is not eternal. It is better to be happy, don't let yourself spend it in sadness, don't let yourself wander around, take fate as the starting point and the end point, and take happiness as the criterion. Life is a game, but you can only live once.

36 touch time, some thoughts, like dust; Some dreams, faint, fingertip temperature, slip through the quiet years, and any acacia, enchanting Xiao Yue's eyebrows in the depths of my heart. For a long time, I danced across the ink and wash, leaned against the window and twisted a picture of a thousand years, and stood up by the moonlight to make a thin note for you.

Some things will change, and some things will remain the same, such as ourselves in our bones, which cannot be erased no matter how hard we try. Just like a river, maybe after a long time, there will be some floating objects on it, but it is still the original gurgling water. Life is expected to wear autumn water, and there will be unexpected joy. Learn to dance with the wind on windy days and hold up an umbrella for yourself when it rains.

If life is a first encounter, I will have a drunken life with you when I was young. Love is like a revolving door. If we find one, it will be an exit. No matter who you love, you will always be a stranger with a vague face.

After running for a year, who did the dust meet? A treasure, who is not the end of the world; A little rhinoceros, thinking of it by the railing; A kind of acacia, who is the leisure worry for; A bright moon, who will be rewarded with lofty sentiments; A winter snow, forgotten by the smoke waves; A pot of turbid wine, who is drunk when you meet; Life is floating, who is frivolous; A short message, who do I miss; Think about it, who is who.

The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, and the flowers have fallen for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves do not meet. Love is not cause and effect. Fate is doomed to life and death. Cang Sang is flashy, after all, there are too many injuries. Noise and silence, after all, can't escape sadness. Butterfly loves the world, moves for a season, keeps the season, abandons the shadow, is loved by love, tears, lingers for several years, and finally suffers too much pain, flowers bloom and fall, and finally can't escape melancholy.

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