I can't help but pay attention to every news of you.

1, in fact, I really want to be by your side and go with you, but I can only think about it.

2, that night, lonely night, looking back, sighing is inappropriate, listening to a love song, moving inappropriately, tears streaming down my face, moving my heart!

I admit that I am a cheapskate and don't want to see any kindness from you to others.

4, not your dish, don't lift the lid, not your love, don't rely on it.

I'm not afraid of you lying to me. I'm afraid you can't fool me.

You'd better stand up You'd better not tell the world about your pain like a victim.

7. Even the best ending seems to be eclipsed without your embellishment.

8. No setbacks come with a smile, but some setbacks can be conquered with a smile.

9, many blessings! Perfect! Wanfu and Fuxing overlap! may you have a happy new year!

10, sometimes, it's not that the other person doesn't care about you, but that you take the other person too seriously.

1 1, I've been trying, it's endless, just like on the edge of a cliff, I may have stepped on it in one step.

12, because it's no use hiding any more. It's better to face it bravely.

13, I clearly love you, but I can't pretend not to care.

14. If we change our minds, you will understand and I will understand you. classic quotations

15, I can't help but pay attention to your every message.

Modal phrase: I miss what you once said.

1, while saving me, don't you think it's disgusting that I use couples' heads with others?

Thank you for the wonderful time. I will start a long journey alone with my memory.

3, an expression, neither cold nor hot, I hope you understand.

After losing you, I am still myself, aren't I?

You are the first song in my heart, which always makes me thrilling.

6. You and I both agree to be happy with each other! Don't say if you are unhappy!

7. In a good mood, the rain outside the window becomes so gentle.

8, not stingy, not jealous, just can't understand your ambiguity with her.

9. I used to think that the extremely prosperous soft time turned out to be a romantic youth.

10, it turns out that all this really can't go back, and I have been entangled in my heart. Can I return to pure embarrassment?

1 1, don't try to save me, now you are not qualified, and I don't love you anymore!

12, can you give me time for a song and tightly turn that hug into forever?

13, what you said once made me miss.

14, I can entertain myself alone or live a good life.

15, who knows how much bitterness and joy are hidden in your heart?

Say a depressing word.

Say a depressing word.

First, after all, it is already dusk in April, and the weather is beginning to smell warm. Poplar and green trees gradually show a hint of new green. In front of the window, a cherry blossom in the yard is quietly in bud, and some have already bloomed a shallow smiling face, pale, pink and soft, like the shyness of a little girl's face and the petals of crystal beads.

Second, you fell from the sky and sprinkled red beads, like being drunk in the dream of Yaochi, with red light around your fingers and drunk as a picture. Like a splash in a dream, the string of pearls ringing, like fragrance on a snowy night? It's you, playing the pipa in the dream of tea. Fingers are long and deep, like red fragrance trampling around the bamboo forest. Words, poems and paintings are as elegant as red fairies, painted in beautiful bamboo forests.

Third, the dusk is like smoke, the clouds are magical, and the pink maple bell rings; Brewmaster, an idle man, gave birth to a poem, let him have a drink. Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird; Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old. The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and the shadows are amazing.

Fourth, pear blossoms are like snow, flowers are like snow, and snow is like flowers, swinging leisurely in the spring breeze; An addictive fragrance, a white tenderness, heart love and memory. Those clean and pure days, though short-lived, are indelible thoughts in the years. The beauty we once had together, the helplessness when we were apart, and the sadness and helplessness of watching pear flowers fall leisurely are all the coolness precipitated by the inevitable hostility with nature.

Five, the sun has been hidden for too long, and the sound of rain has infiltrated the buds. Today, a touch of warm sunshine evokes birds and flowers. Good morning, Xiao Chuang. Looking back, the phoenix tree is floating, and the figure of bees has already been reflected in the ocean of flowers and the dew of leaves. In the days, the wind still smiles at the spring breeze, the bees are still pink, and we still think about spring and look forward to our little childhood. Fine grass fragrant flowers, warm spring busy swallows, all grown up.

Six, the night is deep, love is far away, it doesn't matter if I can't guess whether it's true or not. I can't see through the world of mortals, but I can't remember who gave me the habit and made me miss it so much. I know it's a phantom, but I'm deeply involved in it. I really want to get rid of it, but I can't escape from the circle surrounded by depression.

Seven, Yun Shenchu, slowly clear shadow, dream swaying. Drunk listening to gossip, rain relief, night talk, drunken moon talk. Eyes blurred, like a piece of spring water rippling, a small orchestra melodious. It is permeated with beauty, contains sadness, draws words and engraves memories. Can you write an affectionate heart sound on rainy days? Looking back, sighing speechless; Wear Qian Shan, wade thousands of waters and cross Qian Fan; When it is freezing, pillows ring in the sky. A piece of ci fu is like a lotus cup, asking the wind and wine, drinking all the dust.

Eight, the sweet soul of peach blossom is Taoyuan, fragrant all the way, I am the cinnabar in your heart, beautiful scenery, butterflies, clouds and the moon holding hands, I smile and enjoy the flowers. You are dressed in white, just for these affectionate eyes. Even if the sun and the moon change, the vicissitudes of life will not change, and the Peach Blossom Garden will watch for thousands of years. Peach blossoms smile, and sunset clouds get drunk. Step on flowers and raise horses to take off, and write poems with deep affection.

Nine, all the quiet years are full of agarwood in the fleeting time. At this time, my heart is marked in my eyes, and I miss the whole city. I believe that silence and simple Zen can always bloom into a pool of violets, which are graceful in the brow of the years. In the dream, in the dust, I will walk with you from now on. I have you in my heart, you are in my eyes and in my heart. Not old, not short of days, just want to meet all the time.

Ten, a quiet life is a scenery all the way, Lu Ge all the way. Always in a strange landscape, singing a strange song and having a strange feeling. Looking back, it may be a lifetime of mourning and waiting; I believe that everyone is kind and just at heart and knows what is right and wrong. But we often don't have the courage to face our hearts.

Eleven, in the context of spring, it is a flower language that the wind can never solve. Stranded waterfront is full of my waiting. Is it because I have a yearning in my heart that my figure will be so lonely? When the breeze is on my shoulder, I don't know who I am talking to. Standing in the broken shadow of time, let the worries in that corner grow gently in a trace of ink.

Twelve, as beautiful as flowers and jade, but also the enemy is like water; If your heart is like a rock, don't be defeated by clouds and smoke. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other. Some people who have loved deeply regard the morning and evening as everlasting, and regard a moment as a lifelong love. So I agreed, so I hope to hold your hand and grow old with my son.

13. Wash lead flowers with a plain attitude, look at the world of mortals, enter the world of mortals, and realize the world of mortals. People who pass by in a hurry are people who have no chance; What I missed was a brief glimpse. Whose flowers fall on whose fingertips, whose sadness dyes whose brow? It's not about romance, it's about time. In the lovesickness place with low eyebrows, a Zen tea is dull and fruitless. Charm is late, and a Sanskrit sound blows away youth and ignorance; After things have changed, I have learned to feel warm and safe at the corner of the season.

Fourteen, life is a gesture. Life is a leaf, green and withered, which is inevitable; Youth is a flower, which blooms and falls naturally; Career is a game, there are losses and wins, calm; Emotion is a cup of tea, thick and light, natural; Life is a funnel. You have gains and losses, but you are happy.

Fifteen, if I lived in ancient Greece, I would choose to be a businessman, but I would also admire Aristotle's wisdom; If I lived in the Warring States period, I would choose plain sericulture and weaving, but I would also admire Shi's courage to devote himself to the country. If I lived in the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, I would choose to ride a horse, but I would also envy the stability and peace of the plain people.

Sixteen, Buddha, you promised my dream in this life, and I heard you say Zen in the afterlife. In this life, I have been exposed to too many fireworks, and I have an unshirkable responsibility. I can't be a firm person, so I resolutely turned to the world of mortals and made a violet in front of the Buddha. I just want to find a cool plum blossom to bloom together in the coldest winter. Before long, life will be enough, because I have promised to give it to the Buddha in the afterlife.

Give yourself a simple time to bloom silently like a flower, not for beauty, not for admiration, but for the good feelings in your heart; Give yourself a river and let the cycle of life come and go. If life is a long journey, please give me the starlight all the way to illuminate this bleak long distance. If watching is the meeting of hearts, please give me a promise that will remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Eighteen, lonely in the wild, alone in the dusk, holding a wisp of flowers to brush away the wrinkles of the years, forgetting the sad past; Look, the autumn shadows are bleak, and the lonely geese fly south. When the sun sets and the path is full of red, listen to the dazzling sound of fallen leaves. Pick up the wasted time, leave deep affection, let time pass, and write two lines of poems in shallow words.

Never cheat a woman, because we can see through it at a glance. Do you know the biggest difference between men and women lying? Men lie to make themselves feel better, while women lie to make each other feel better. We choose to cheat because we don't want to hurt the people we love. We didn't mean to, but we didn't have the courage to hurt each other, so we hid the real answer.

Twenty, apricot blossoms are warm in spring. I really want to go back to my hometown on the day when there are apricot blossoms, walk through the narrow alleys, brush the hands of the low wall, look for the agarwood of the years, turn over the white past, and weave the most beautiful page of the fleeting time, preferably light rain and spring. More apricot flowers are floating over the low wall.

Twenty-one, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is surprised. When will Acacia meet? It's embarrassing. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have been a stranger.

Twenty-two, send a song to you, don't invite people at the end of the song to get together. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.

23. Don't wait for a beautiful society to come before you make up your mind to be a beautiful person. Be a hard worker, but don't be too busy watering every day to forget to sow for the future. Life is a real existence. Whether you are unwilling to be lonely or willing to be lonely, life is happy as long as it suits you.

Twenty-four, I heard that time is like the wind, and the time under the fingertips is light and elegant. In a person's afternoon, drinking a cup of tea is like jade, which is both a kind of leisure and a beautiful mind. The distance is as tempting as spring, and the whisper of roses comes. He said he would miss every day, from the bottom of his heart, and then look around.

Twenty-five, it is important to remain innocent. Don't lose your open mind and childish enthusiasm from beginning to end, and you will naturally have unlimited possibilities. The truth is always ambiguous, but lies can be understood quickly. The best way is to rely on experience without losing innocence. Only in this way can we be worthy of the beauty of the years.

Twenty-six, batch of spring flowers and autumn fruits, accompanied by morning flowers and evening flowers, step by step to see the four seasons flowers on both sides of the strait, where is the feeling? Where the heart is, the scenery is there. Maybe it's just a fearless escape, maybe it's a helpless flight. I'm ashamed to dry my heart just for that complete encounter.

Twenty-seven, a kind of silent attachment to words, always silently breeds in the inner straightness. Words are the silent bloom of thoughts, silent but colorful; It is the surging throb of ideological trend, not shocking but shocking! A deep feeling that blends into the soul, a Mika that drags her thoughts around, rises and falls with the breath of life and beats with the rhythm of life!

28. The sunshine in September shines on the village by the river and the bamboo forest in the distance, shaking Qiu Guang with the wind and waves; Blue dress, floating in the wind, reed sunset, folded into old light, urging fishermen to pull the net; On the other side of the water, sparkling, the autumn wind begins and falls into the sunset today. At night, the oil lamp rises, the autumn rain taps, the smoke and willows are blurred in the distance, the people in the house sigh and the world is confused.

Twenty-nine, in this world, the heart is really wonderful, it can be as big as it is, or as small as it is. A broad-minded person can accommodate everything in the world, even if the sky is going to fall and the sun and the moon are dim, he can cope with it calmly; A person with a small heart, a cold word or a face from others, can make his life come to an end. Therefore, our hearts can be bigger than emptiness and smaller than dust.

Thirty, I have stepped on the yellowed and mottled memories to find the lost time; I miss you, my heart is like a blue sea, I write poems with tenderness, and I meet you with ink and wash. Every inch of time is peaceful, from the brow to the heart; The wind blows, the flowers fall, the dust stinks, and the time when we met is deeply hidden; I just hope that I will not be forgotten by time, count the fallen flowers in front of the door, write down the green lines one by one, and engrave the years, hoping to accompany you silently.

If you are a big tree, cast a shade; If you are a clear spring, you will nourish one side of the land; If you are a grass, add a little green. If you are a flower, decorate a corner of the night sky. If you are a white cloud, dress up as a clear sky. If you are a bee, brew a sweet; If you are a ray of sunshine, light up all the darkness. If you are a breeze, blow away the dust in the world. If you are a spring breeze person, blow the crops in the green fields.

Thirty-two, the atrium at night is silent, without a trace of fireworks. Those once met, like endless wind, seem to blow away, flying clothes, but empty eyes. I thought I could be willful once, watching the wind and rain and seeing the separation. Only when I face the dust, do I know that everything is nothing but the hope of clouds and water and the nothingness of flying fog.

Thirty-three, tonight, the night is as cool as water and the moon is as light as lotus. Looking at the vast dome, the clouds are ethereal and the stars are bright. Stepping into the porch window, a cold wind blew, and the thin clothes were too cold! In front of the gallery, I gradually realized the Chinese language in Killer. Under the moon, Yao Si was unfamiliar with the subject. At this time, I don't know each other yet. I hope China shines on you every month! Forgetting the bank of Sichuan, the moon is cold and frosty, the tea is fragrant, and where is the flute? The skirt fluttered and the sleeves were full of ink lingering in the cold wind blowing through the small building.

Thirty-four, the autumn wind blows every dust heart, twisting a roll of incense, and the heart is Qiu Lai, keeping the sunset glow warm. Looking back, I saw a glimpse of the time of ink painting. The leaves in front of the window are turning yellow and falling, and my heart is calm and clear. My heart is Qiu Lai, waiting for autumn to paint my heart with pleasant colors and listen to the sound of autumn.

Thirty-five, reading is a flowering period that can't help blooming. Your promise is a thousand years. This winter, I would like to start from you and write a poem as warm as the sun. Then, with the flame of love, I will light the sentence in the poem for you. Liao Wei is cold. Smiling, waiting, like a stranger in the silent plum tree. Silence is worth a thousand words.

Change your life with my three fireworks. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again. Who makes the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred. How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.

Thirty-seven, choice is a brand-new beginning. Choosing a steep cliff towering into the sky requires faith: the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and I will seek it up and down; Choosing a choppy sea requires a lofty ambition to set sail straight and build an unfathomable sea; Choosing a desert with a cold wind requires a broad mind that lies drunk on the battlefield and the battle of several people in ancient times.

Thirty-eight, the road is long, Xiu Yuan, and walk slowly; Profound things, speak slowly; Ups and downs, quietly; The world is too big and life is too short. When stories and years are silent, the wind is still circulating. Instead of stumbling around aimlessly, find a warm corner, a cup of tea, a book and a touch of sunshine, and life can still be stretched leisurely.

Thirty-nine, knowledge is Linxi; Is to pay; It is the connection of each other's hearts; It is the dependent fever of heart and heart; It is the opposition between soul and soul that produces fragrance; It is the appreciation of one heart for another; It is the happiness that one person loves another. Originated from love, began with love, emitting a faint fragrance. I know you better than a thousand words, nourishing our hearts, our feelings and our eyes, so that we can love that warmth for a long time. Sometimes understanding is more important than love.

Contentment is the greatest blessing in life. It has always been thought that beauty lies ahead, the quicksand of the years has smoothed our edges and corners, and the heavy annual rings have matured a mood. We are grateful for meeting and moved by this experience. No longer entangled in gains and losses, only for a treasure of the journey, an tolerance of life, through the years, ignoring the secular noise, to maintain a quiet, comfortable and calm.

Forty-one, half a nightmare, dreaming back to past lives, south of the sky, north of the water, looking at the distance, looking for red eyebrows, Qianshan holding a string of water, heart, affection, stepping between the stairs, around the fingers to meet.

Forty-two, by a wisp of hazy moonlight, I will light up my thoughts, overflow Changfeng, and wait for a blooming flower. How much I want to walk on the golden beach holding your hand, leaving two pairs of shallow footprints. Think more, hold your hand, walk on the quiet tree-lined road, and smile and happiness pervade each other's faces. Think more, count the bits and pieces of time with you, condense into a warm ocean, and flow in your heart and mine.

Forty-three, is that the charming young man who released the paper harrier? In the blue and white solemnity, he broke the sleeping sky with crisp ripples; Or the woman with a beautiful bow and a beautiful moth eyebrow drawing a long mountain. Her slender fingers slip like running water, and some faint notes are on the clear water, jumping happily behind Liu Yin and flowing like nature. In the falling wind, a Ying Ge song happily attracts us to explore the deeper and brighter mountains under Liu Yin.

44. Spring blooms a quiet season for us with her most beautiful posture. When a grand and prosperous curtain call comes, who can pick up the fragrance scattered all over the place and freeze the years at this beautiful window? Perhaps, I can only rely on a corner of time, with a thin pen, with words to pay homage to those lost youth.

Forty-five, hold a handful of years, hold a book of understanding, a book is clear, the eyes are faint and quiet, time is quiet, and the heart is always smiling and warm; Don't fantasize, don't expect, live every day and make life simple and beautiful; Beauty, stay in my heart; Unfortunately, it dispersed with the wind. Live in the moment, do it and cherish it.

Forty-six, the paradise of the soul, safe as snow, gentle as a butterfly. In Tao Gong's pen, in Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", and in the winding river color, it is the glory when the sun rises. The heart moves forward in the words that never fade, and travels through the tunnel of time. Looking back on Ran Ran's years, life is just a fleeting wave.

47. You never know how much people who miss you love you. In life, it is fate to miss someone; There is a person who misses himself very much and is very happy. If what you give me is also for others, then I'd rather not. It's not terrible not to get it, but it's a joke not to stay.

48. Caring is a sad happiness. When you care about someone, you will wonder if he cares about you. Care only because you like it, feel sad because you care, and feel each other's care with your heart. Care is a brilliant, a deep, a pure beauty, a simple.

I can't control my feelings. I can't control my feelings.

1. I can't control the unhappiness in my life, but I can protect the little sun in my heart. You can always control my emotions and expressions easily.

The most painful thing is not that you want to lose weight but can't control your appetite, but that you eat very little and find yourself still fat. .

If we control our desires, we are friends of pure friendship.

I'm really in a bad mood today, and I really want to drink, but I promised him not to touch alcohol, and I also controlled me not to drink, but I was so sad that I didn't even dare to tell him.

6. Many things are always understood after experience, just like feelings: you don't need so much unnecessary persistence until you miss it and regret it.

7. Emotions can be controlled, but tears don't lie.

8. Maturity means that you always bring your own umbrella when you go out and rarely get wet again; That is, you can control your tears and rarely move yourself to cry.

9. Perfection is not out of control, but out of control.

10. I began to feel sad, choked, distressed, speechless and out of control.

1 1. I still can't help thinking about you. Time will only dilute my feelings. You still hurt more than I can say.

12. Love can't be controlled, but it can exist in another way.

13. A person who will hit me, never. Even when you are angry and can't control your emotions.

14. Use the most optimistic spirit and the most brilliant experience to dominate and control your life.

15. The mood is like the weather, with sunny and cloudy days. Who can control it? It won't rain today.

16. When I am sad, I meet someone I can rely on, and I am afraid I can't control my tears.

17. How can I control my heart and not think about him? I am very sad, my heart is very sad.

18. Now I realize that some feelings are beyond your control.

19. In front of feelings, what you don't know is always the ending, and what you can control is always the process.

20. I am not born afraid of a person, but afraid of how to live without you. I can't control your existence

2 1. Swearing has reached my throat, but I still managed to control myself. I want to drink, but I promised you I wouldn't touch it. Want to curse, want to drink

22. Every night, he is afraid that I can't sleep well playing computer secretly. He will remotely control my computer and turn it off for me personally.

23.▼ I'm afraid I can't control my temper and depression. I want to spend enough time at a time.

24. Do you know the feeling that you love you very much, but you have a girlfriend, and you can only control your own thoughts and treat you coldly?

I've always wanted to say something to you, but you know its weight. Once I say it, maybe we can't be friends, but I can't control my feelings! Now I summon up courage.

26. This insidious and cruel reflex pain, once invaded, can no longer be controlled.

27. People can't control their hearts, only their brains.

28.； Forgive them for not being able to control their emotions, and have not yet cracked how to die.

Knowing me will only add to your trouble. I can't control my personality. I can only try to stop people who want to know me.

30. What would you do if he changed his mind? I'm not him, I can't control his thoughts, just let him go, that is, I love him.

3 1. Learn to control your anxiety when you get lost.

32. Control my mind and suppress my world. Bloom infinitely beautiful.

I'm still waiting for you, but I can't help myself.

34. A person's emotions should be controlled, so that he can work well and live a better life.

I can't control my emotions. Can you blame me for seeing him having an affair with other girls?

36. Don't let emotions control your feelings and then lose the person you love the most.

37. Don't appear in front of my eyes again, ok? I'm afraid I'll make you lose control.

38. Loving you is beyond my control.

39. Walking on the road, I suddenly thought of a funny thing, and then I couldn't control my smile like a mental retardation.

40. I really feel that only the bed belongs to me, and even my dreams are not because of nightmares that I can't control.