I don't like you. Tell me.

1, if we never met in life, I don't believe that there is a kind of person who can't get tired of watching it, and there is a kind of person who feels warm as soon as he knows it.

2, it is not easy to meet, and do it and cherish it.

I want to see you, after the blast of smoking, in the ordinary day after day.

One night many years later, will you suddenly think of me, and then burst into tears, only to find that you already owe me too much.

5, like is not necessarily suitable for together, love is to let each other be themselves. You came for a while, but I missed my whole life.

6. When we were young, we gave up and thought it was just a relationship. Later we learned that it was actually a lifetime.

7. Liking someone is 10,000 heartbeats and 10,000 sighs.

8. The night wind in the city is very strong. If there is no room for me, remember to go home early.

9. If you are heated, it will be very hot; if you are cold, it will turn into ice. Please forgive my love and hate all my life.

10, no matter how strange we ended up, what we did to you was true. I hope you don't regret knowing me. You are really happy.

There is no soft love in a hard city —— On personality classics

The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.

Leaving makes things simple, people become kind, and like children, we start over.

Wild animals can hide in caves when they are injured, and then lick the wounds and persist, but once asked, they can't stand it.

The wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know you are a child who is easy to worry about, I will give you the thread but I dare not fly too far. No matter how I fly to the clouds with the wind, I hope you can see it. Even if I get lost occasionally, I know you are waiting for me.

I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow light on the road as it was getting late.

Youth is a beautiful sadness. I didn't cry, but my tears came down.

I hope that one day I can pack my bags with you, see the mountains I have never seen, walk the water I have never walked, and squander my inexhaustible youth to commemorate that unforgettable commemoration.

Youth is a pool of water. No matter whether you open it or hold it tightly, you can't run through the thin years between your fingers.

I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, acting all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shining silver threads on my back, which make me move.

Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green leaves have long been buried in front of the time scale, but the overwhelming rancid smell remains at the end of the time scale.

When I stubbornly carry my bags and start a new journey alone, I know that as long as a few friends stand behind me and stare. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the sunset, which makes me feel heavy.

However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on.

I am always attracted by beautiful Chinese characters. After reading it again and again, I always feel that Chinese characters are the most beautiful language but not the most pleasant words.

Don't make excuses for failure, make excuses for success.

If we want more roses, we must plant more rose trees.

A great man is great because when he is in adversity with others, others lose confidence, but he is determined to achieve his goal.

There is no despair in the world, only desperate people.

Those who escape from reality will have a less ideal future.

Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change.

Those who once said that they would never part have already been scattered all over the world.

Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, wandering to the skylight but still refusing to come back.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and slowly bow our heads, while listening to the story of never getting old.

I forgot the year, month and day when I carved a face on the wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will the love carved behind the back of the chair bloom like flowers on the concrete floor in a windless forest?

Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.

Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what we put wrong.

What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love in a hard city.

Life is not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no various customs because of sadness.

People will never see the broken mirror, but I mean, a thousand years in the world is like my moment.

Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop.

Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness.

I looked back at my growth path and watched it day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me with a straight face. Occasionally, someone stops and smiles at me. It looks like a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will never give up.

There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Those things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession; It will be unrecognizable one day. Time has taught me nothing, but it has taught me not to believe in myths easily.

There is no soft love in a hard city —— A classic dialogue about personality _ 1

The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.

Leaving makes things simple, people become kind, and like children, we start over.

Wild animals can hide in caves when they are injured, and then lick the wounds and persist, but once asked, they can't stand it.

The wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know you are a child who is easy to worry about, I will give you the thread but I dare not fly too far. No matter how I fly to the clouds with the wind, I hope you can see it. Even if I get lost occasionally, I know you are waiting for me.

I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow light on the road as it was getting late.

Youth is a beautiful sadness. I didn't cry, but my tears came down.

I hope that one day I can pack my bags with you, see the mountains I have never seen, walk the water I have never walked, and squander my inexhaustible youth to commemorate that unforgettable commemoration.

Youth is a pool of water. No matter whether you open it or hold it tightly, you can't run through the thin years between your fingers.

I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, acting all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shining silver threads on my back, which make me move.

Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green leaves have long been buried in front of the time scale, but the overwhelming rancid smell remains at the end of the time scale.

When I stubbornly carry my bags and start a new journey alone, I know that as long as a few friends stand behind me and stare. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the sunset, which makes me feel heavy.

However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on.

I am always attracted by beautiful Chinese characters. After reading it again and again, I always feel that Chinese characters are the most beautiful language but not the most pleasant words.

Don't make excuses for failure, make excuses for success.

If we want more roses, we must plant more rose trees.

A great man is great because when he is in adversity with others, others lose confidence, but he is determined to achieve his goal.

There is no despair in the world, only desperate people.

Those who escape from reality will have a less ideal future.

Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change.

Those who once said that they would never part have already been scattered all over the world.

Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, wandering to the skylight but still refusing to come back.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and slowly bow our heads, while listening to the story of never getting old.

I forgot the year, month and day when I carved a face on the wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will the love carved behind the back of the chair bloom like flowers on the concrete floor in a windless forest?

Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.

Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what we put wrong.

What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love in a hard city.

Life is not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no various customs because of sadness.

People will never see the broken mirror, but I mean, a thousand years in the world is like my moment.

Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop.

Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness.

I looked back at my growth path and watched it day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me with a straight face. Occasionally, someone stops and smiles at me. It looks like a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will never give up.

There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Those things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession; It will be unrecognizable one day. Time has taught me nothing, but it has taught me not to believe in myths easily.

Talking about the space in the city

1, this city has a story.

I forgot how long I haven't seen you, how long I haven't called and how long I haven't heard from you. I have been staying in this place where we once met and knew each other, but now I feel that the whole city is desolate without you. This city is very noisy. Everyone stops, cries and laughs, and cars come and go. Every passer-by, every beggar squatting for money, and every character have a story hidden in their hearts. Who knows whether this story is a vigorous beginning or a bland ending? This city is very simple, one person, one song and one story.

You went to another city for a day. It's only half an hour's train ride from me. But because you are not here, I feel as if I am far away from you, and I miss you very much. I look forward to getting off work today more than any other day. You said you would pick me up after work. I miss you.

The whole city is dark, and lonely people are looking for their place. Disguised as preventing being seen through and breaking your heart-You Hongming.

4. There will always be one person.

Walking through the city where you live when you don't know it,

When a person listens to his favorite song,

Eat your favorite snacks,

Sneaking through your Weibo,

Click on your QQ, but dare not speak.

Then turn it off sadly.

I'm used to thinking about you in the dark,

Think of the moment I met you again and again.

Miss every brief intersection with you.

Worry about you in the most dangerous moment, miss you in the happiest moment,

I look forward to you in the saddest moment and touch you in the quietest moment.

You may know each other, but you may be strangers.

But you know, there was a man who stumbled all the way.

Just want to make up for your youth, the time she missed.

She waved and stopped the taxi. When she got on the bus, she found that he was driving! !

Ten years ago, they were close lovers

She broke up under the pressure of her parents and never met in the same city again.

-How are you?

-I'm fine, and you?

-I'm fine.

She saw that he was still wearing the watch she gave him;

When she got off the bus, he heard the crisp and sweet sound of the little bell on her backpack, which he gave her.

No matter how long it takes, we still love each other.

6. Standing in a corner of this city and taking a deep breath of air called loneliness is really not lonely at all.

7, long-distance love, I often say that women give up everything and run to men's cities, and more than half will break up. If the man is willing to sacrifice, the success rate will be high, but long-distance love is different. Choose the most favorable city for family development, and anyone's sacrifice is for the family. So, if you are in a long-distance relationship and a man wants you to give up everything, please get married first. If you want to share weal and woe, you can gamble together. Why do women always have to sacrifice?

8. A city without you is a cold diamond, shining with cold light and cutting all the troubles; The city with you is no longer a broken city ~ ~ ~

9. At the end of the city, there is a memory recycling station where an old man named Lao Wang lives.

Lao Wang is lonely and helpless. When he's free, he amuses himself by looking at other people's memories. But most of the memories sent to the recycle bin are sad memories.

People often say that people suffer because they have a good memory. However, when you come to the memory recycling center, you can take away the memories you don't want to touch again with a little money.

The process of taking away memories is extremely simple. As long as you put on a special helmet and enter the start and end time, your memory will be blank!

10, I like walking alone in the city at night, it is a lonely and romantic feeling. .

1 1. If there is an afterlife, I choose to be born in his city. It is best to study in the same community and building, attend classes in the same school and go home together after school. He has me in his life, and he hurts me in my life. I accompany him in pain, make trouble with him, and make mischief with him. He is happy, and I am with him. I take care of his daily life. I make him a nutritious breakfast every day. When he comes home from work, he will give him a hot bath. He likes watching news, military affairs and sports. I will watch it with him. We will have children. We will grow old together. I will die when he dies. I don't want no one to take care of her when he is alive. No one will talk to him. I am afraid that I will be lonely, and I am afraid that he will be sad.

12, working hard in different cities, missing you occasionally, so I, so you, how long will it take to be together?

13, people who have lost their fate are not easy to meet even in the same city; A reincarnation means a lifetime. -In this noisy city, who is missing who?

14、theworlddissmallandspecityisbig。

People who have no luck will not see each other again for life.

The world is small and the city is big.

People who lack fate may never see each other again for the rest of their lives.

15, things are often like this, not everything will go according to your meaning. In this city, someone must be short of bone China, and someone must have more bone China; Someone must be missing a sofa, and someone must have more sofas, but they haven't found each other yet. This is the city, and this is the story of the city day after day.

16. When a person walks in a city, there is always a beautiful scenery that goes deep into your heart. Maybe you will stop, recall the past, fantasize about the future and miss the good past. You will find that there was a time when some thoughts were hidden in your heart.

17, the days of missing have no deadline, and the years are cruel and addictive. The city is as cold as a prison, and strangeness drives away attention. I have a trace of memories, which are broken in the morning and evening, the lights are dim, and the wind in the west building is sad. The past is diverse, and it is difficult for the story to continue clearly. When I wake up, I mumble the melody. I make myself as passionate as a scholar. I will freeze the time to the noise.

18, I hid behind the noisy and flashy city, watching the changes of the city and watching you go your separate ways. So, I began to believe and looked up at the sadness after believing. Also found the cause of instant aging.

19, in the eyes of people who walk on the road but don't go into the city, the city is a kind of appearance; In the eyes of people trapped in the city, she has something different.

20. You wait for that day and then leave home.

Your footsteps are mom's horizon.

You want to conquer the world, but you always lose to Xiao Qiang.

You want to integrate into this city, but the landlord reminds you that you are just a passer-by.

You cherish all the way, but you can't decide the gain or loss.

You set out with a dream, and they don't care.

You begin to doubt yourself, and so do scholars.

You don't want to be them.

It turns out that I am finally really happy.

2 1, when night falls, misty rain falls on the streets of this city. The weather is like a broken string. The day before, it was a meter of sunshine, through the wooden window. It was cool after midnight, so I walked into the alley without saying anything. The yellow leaves outside the lamp, rustling for several nights, can not adjust the vague outline, but the color has long dried up, hovering between life and death. Xiao Yue, Bian Mei, looking at the snow, the old days under their feet, hiding in the bright fireworks, were just ordinary at that time.

22. I have been cruising around the edges of different cities for a long time, and gradually found that there is only one melody in a city, which seems to exist but is out of reach. Only in the dark can you hear it. ...

23. Will you like a person because of a song, because a person likes a city, because a city likes a lifetime, and then miss a person because of a song?

24. When you love a city and often stroll through it, not only your soul but also your body will be very familiar with these streets, so that many years later, in the sadness caused by falling light snow, your legs will automatically take you to your favorite hills.

25.200 1, China successfully bid for the Olympic Games and was qualified for the World Cup for the first time; A newcomer named Jay Chou released his second album Fan Texi, and he later became the king of Chinese music. A student named Jing M.Guo took part in the Third New Concept Composition Competition, and he later became the richest post-80s writer in China. A man named Lee Myung-bak ran for mayor of Seoul. It was renamed Seoul in 2005 and was elected President of South Korea at the end of 2007. However, there is only one thing related to this story-

200 1, the men's team HOT, which belongs to S.M.Entertainment, Korea's largest entertainment brokerage company, was dissolved.

When one legend ends, another will begin.

26. "I like a city not because of the scenery there, but because of the people there; The city is still the city I know, but you are no longer the one I know; In this familiar city, there is a strange you; Familiar city, strange you; A strange city is even stranger to you; Miss you deeply; In the memory of youth, we once met in that city where things are different. "

27. In the countryside, chickens call people in the morning, and in the city, people call chickens at night.

28. One day, a painter woke up in a 40-story hotel room and stood in front of a big French window. He suddenly found that there was no one in the city. He had a brainwave and drew a girl on the paper, carefully cut it out and let her fly out with the wind. The girl wandered around the city alone, drinking coffee alone and watching the scenery alone. The painter thought she was too lonely, so he drew another boy and told him to fly out, but paperboys flew in another direction and landed in another place. Then he drank coffee and read the newspaper alone. ...

29. Travel is a social near-death experience.

You leave the city you know well and die in the city you know well. You are reborn in other places, just like your fragments, drifting.

Finally, you're back. With the strange smell of your city, you are you, you are not you.

30. The city of Kunming, covered with a yellowish sunset, lies on the plain surrounded by mountains and peaks, as if with a lonely smile.

3 1, religion, society and nature are the objects of three major human struggles; These three are also three kinds of human needs. People need faith, so there are temples; People need to create, so there are cities; People need to live, so they have plows and boats. But to meet these three needs, there are three kinds of struggles. The mysterious suffering of life comes from these three struggles.

32. We all live in an unsatisfactory world. When the clouds are gathering, we will swing, but the sun will come one day. When the sun shines on you, remember to open your own flowers, your innate dream. Dreams are sometimes far away, sometimes close, but they will come true. I think the best way for a person is to be calm, even if he lives alone, crossing one city after another, walking through one street after another, looking up at one sky after another and witnessing the separation again and again. Even if the world is against me, as long as the heart is transparent, it can reflect hope.

33. The city is empty and the story is written by people.

34. The city is empty and hopeless. Drunk and disappointed, dreams catch cold!

35. You know that even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down, I will give you a hug, and I can't bear to see your back coming and write my "Li Sao". Every minute is like a year.