Sad people talk about depression, and even the laughter around them feels harsh when they are in a bad mood.

1, we 12 enrolled, 15 graduated, separated by 13 14.

I can't give you the world, but I can give you my world.

3. Whether the old days of reunion after such a long separation are good.

4. Be a person who knows how to be silent in time and always hold a skeleton.

Even the laughter around you is harsh when you are in a bad mood.

6. Come whenever you want, and leave whenever you want. Are you too casual or am I too tolerant?

7. Time will always turn two strangers into acquaintances, and then two acquaintances into strangers.

8. Everyone says you deserve it, but no one understands your feelings.

9, don't stay in the future, don't insist.

10, don't worry, I'm good at home.

1 1, I thought you knew everything, so I didn't say anything.

12, you come and go like the wind, my heart is full and empty.

13, the kite is very happy when it meets the wind.

14, the word security has not been heard for a long time.

15, don't frown, don't be sad, don't be sad, you still have me.

16, I never dare to cry in front of you, because you never care.

17, your words negate all my efforts.

18, time calls it a quack who can cure all diseases, all of which are skin injuries.

19, summon up courage to disturb, in exchange for not necessarily disappointment or surprise.

I am strong and never show my humble side to others.

2 1, don't listen to slow songs, don't revisit old places, don't drink until half drunk, and don't think about him.

22. Still find someone who loves you and turn your life into a bowl of water.

23. Put what you like to eat last, and finally find yourself full.

24. Later, all your news came from others.

25. If we don't love each other enough, don't be so sad and say forever.

26. When you are tired, you get drunk and sleep. It doesn't matter how lonely you live.

27. If you can't stay with me for a long time, don't let me have it.

28. Some people say that insomnia is because you are busy in other people's dreams.

He doesn't know how to express his love. He only sighs when he is sad.

30. There is no need to swear at all. Go away quietly.

3 1, don't worry, I will finish liking your addiction.

32. Change your style and dare not meet you again.

Thank you for your cruel refusal to meet my lover.

34. People who are willing to take you home can eat the ups and downs of people who want to live with you.

I hope I can stand in front of you proudly and tell you that after many years, my heart remains the same.

36. To what extent is optimism qualified?

He said that time kept going and he didn't look back.

38. I hope it is you who will accompany me from youth to peace, and I hope it will be you when I wake up decades later.

39. It's windy. You stand in the wind and smell all over the world.

40. Put down your cigarette and spend the rest of your life with me.

4 1. If I had treated you like you treated me, you might have left long ago.

Don't forget that I have a temper when you are angry.

43. Be a bad person. Good people have no future. Apart from grievances, they are suffering.

As long as I see you, no matter how bad, I will laugh.

45. True gratitude never needs to leave quietly without malicious words.

Don't worry, I will like your addiction.

47. I have a bad temper in the storm, but you are the one who is most distressed.

I would rather be lonely than stay in the future.

49. The more you listen to love songs, the more familiar you become. The more I learned later.

50. How many times in your life are you too late and almost?

5 1, I'll wait for you later. I'll go right away. I'll run.

52. When eating potato chips, the feeling that there is a lot of salt on both sides wins life.

53. When I lose my temper, just listen honestly and I'll show you when it's over.

54. If you forget, how can so many people be sad alone?

I hope you can smash a bag of snacks in my face for such simple and rude love.

56. Serious people will always get hurt and eventually become careless people.

57, no signs, no heartbeat, just want to escape in a panic.

58. There is no future called the rest of my life.

I know her too well. As long as she is willing to talk to me, no matter how hard she tries, she is just waiting for me to coax her.

60. You said that youth is a handful of change that happens to get a can of beer, drink it with dusk, then say goodbye with a smile and get up and leave with red eyes.

Suitable for friends who are in a bad mood: when they are in a bad mood, they even feel the laughter around them.

1. It seems that there are no people I particularly like, no people I particularly hate, and no special friends.

How can I congratulate you if we meet again after many years? With tears and silence.

The saddest thing is to feel at first sight, and the saddest thing is to see a stranger again.

4. Time is the best healing medicine. What I wanted before I died is no longer needed.

I never feel that anyone can accompany me through this life. Feelings at this age seem really fragile. Like paper, it scratches and runs, crumples when rubbed, and breaks when torn.

6, the so-called forever, the so-called once, what can't be achieved is forever, and what can't be forgotten is once. In a blink of an eye, it is a past that blooms and falls, and it can't be found again. Why be persistent?

7. When you are in a bad mood, even the laughter around you is annoying.

8. There are always some things that need to disappear to prove their preciousness. -"The world has nothing to do with you"

9. Pretend you can't remember some memories even if you can't forget them.

10, one day I will walk away silently without any noise. I missed a lot, so I'm always sad alone.

In a bad mood, very depressed mood phrases, personality quotations, talking about sadness and depression

Mood phrases, personality quotations, sad and depressed.

1. Life is so fast and fleeting that you don't even have the right to be with the person you like. What's the difference with whom?

2. If you are imprisoned for a long time, you will indulge.

Tell me, what good stories can strangers tell? Occasionally meet, maybe offend each other, maybe help each other. Maybe we can talk about it in full swing. However, after a few more steps, we won't be in touch again. No matter how others treat you, it is a flash in the pan. Look at the stars in the sky, moving around. Who cares about this shit?

4. Solve two difficulties in life. The motive is right, and the opportunity is not grasped.

I am not fit to have a cat, let alone a lover.

6. I never thought that if I was speechless, I would love you wordlessly.

I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust. Drunk enough to drink 3 thousand cups, is it Kunlun? I have the ambition to become an immortal, but I am drunk in the world of mortals. There are three thousand ways in the world, so why be sentimental.

8. The end of a sentence is the saddest.

9. Evil is a negative emotion.

10. I get drunk when I miss you. Cattle are released in front of Hanshan Temple, and the word "mouth power" matches the knife. Always be honest with each other. My heart will break if you don't care.

1 1. We have always loved each other. We can't stand shallowness. Our meeting is like Z.

12. Like autumn rain, everything falls into the cold winter.

13. People will encounter many exams in their life, and the college entrance examination may be the most difficult or the simplest.

14. Even if you make up the memory, you will never go back to the beginning.

15. I hope I can give you a hug before I disappear.

Talk about being in a bad mood and depressed.

Talk about being in a bad mood and depressed.

First, there is a cold plum tree. Among the plum blossom bones, there is a plum blossom, which seems to break through the shackles of buds. Plum blossoms are not fully open, but the petals are hanging but they want to open. The crowded petals are surrounded by stamens, and the outer petals are completely elongated. This plum blossom is swaying, rushing to kiss the snowflake that is about to fall into the dust.

Second, the Jintang setting sun, fragrant gaze. Diabolo Zen, who is Biying? Huajing Duicheng, who is gentle? Never write silently, but break. Snow and rain, alone. The red makeup is broken. Who locked it? It's snowing, and spring comes late. Sleeping alone, whose curtain is it? Cold plum is snowing, and silver is red. Who cries when wet wipes turn red? Sunset clouds cluster Han, and heaven and earth are awning. Who pities the flowers and stays sad? Cloak and hemp fiber are cold. A lifetime fragrance, who kisses the ice?

Third, in autumn, leaves fall one by one, with a trace of regret, into the arms of Mother Earth. They are jumping, spinning, dancing and falling lightly.

Four, rolling in the world of mortals, always like to use their own way, or like or love, or reading or crazy. Origin is poetry, and parting is painting. These chapters about years and memories will eventually be put aside by time outside the untouchable world of mortals. Let a quiet heart be shallow and light, free from dust.

5. The moonlight is still there, and the night is still early. Those prudent, finally failed to live up to the fleeting time, failed to live up to the years. Approaching the mountains and rivers, I suddenly felt a trace of unspeakable pain. Studying in Tianya, there is no answer as scheduled. Perhaps, I will never be able to warm the fall yesterday, and the love of the whole city has been dyed cold.

6. Persistent life sits in front of the Buddha like a lotus, and rhythmic love lights up the endless candlelight in my heart. Through the snowflake, I feel the echo of warm and humid air, maybe colorful is ahead! Let the original passion expand, light up the happy face on the other side with the language of poetry, and the beauty of drunkenness will quietly bloom in the corner of the years!

Seven, cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to the end of time. The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young. Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

Spring breeze comes to mountains and rivers, fields, streams and forests, flying with birds, growing like grass and blooming like flowers. On poetic days, the spring breeze sings heartily, blessing the waking life with her beautiful and tactfully singing voice, blessing the strength of growth, and blessing people to take firm and brisk steps against the rising sun.

Nine, flowers are the destination of color; The forest is the home of birds; The sky is the destination of clouds; The ocean is the home of water; Desert is the home of sand. The heart is the destination of everything. A bottle of water, a stem, a Shuang Ye, a flower, six plums and a violet, quietly stay in the vase, quietly elegant, indifferent and insipid. The splash is quiet, the glass bottle is transparent, and the yellow core moves with the wind. Core sports? Wind? Heartbeat?

Ten, a tearful smile is like a delusion, and it is unexpected to break people's intestines. Brilliant as tears of blood makes people cry, and flowers are drunk in tears. A little cinnabar, two ropas, three or five geese, flowers bloom in all seasons. Six strings are green, seven stars are hanging, eight or nine points are acacia, and ten years are lazy.

Eleven, some thoughts, so close, so far away, such as wisps of fragrance falling with the wind, you can smell it, but you will never touch it! Just like the meeting of souls, it always rings the bell of two hearts. Tonight, I wonder if you can read my mind like a lotus? I know that even if you are silent, I can still read you. Those feelings hidden in the depths of time are shallow encounters and deep collections. I read your affection, just like you, and I also read my mood of blooming flowers by the water and the curtains of dreams woven for you!

Twelve, a flower and a world, a dream and a cycle. Mindfulness is at ease, worrying about Bodhi. Every day is a beginning and every minute is a starting point. From then on, every thought will not be selfish, jealous, right and wrong, gain and loss, and every thought will give you countless merits.

Thirteen, the sky, like an overturned ink bottle, is deeply dizzy; Rain, like ink on paper, can't rain; The window was a mess, and the faint light pierced my sleepy eyes and pulled me back to this world from endless sleep. Another Tuesday, I get up, go to work, get off work and get up. Monotonous days seem to start the cycle mode, but the sky occasionally presents different colors, sometimes it is clear in Wan Li, and sometimes it rains heavily.

14. A peaceful mind is the most beautiful scenery in life. The scenery of life is colorful. Some people regard the pursuit of grandeur as beauty, some people regard the glory of success as beauty, some people regard the romance of love as beauty, and I still yearn for the beauty of peace of mind. Quiet, no fame and fortune, no intrigue, no painful loss, no expectation of success. Accept every surprise calmly, and accept every injury indifferently.

Fifteen, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Li He's frontier battlefields are magnificent, such as Wan Li in Pingsha and Lengyue in Yanshan. It is under the influence of the moon that sand takes on the form of snow.

Sixteen, I am alone waiting for the cycle of years, waiting for the dream of a thousand years. Looking back suddenly, the flower of youth lost its heart in the misty rain, but found its soul in the warm sunshine. Finally realized the long-buried heart. So, I smiled gently.

17. When I fell in love with April, I fell in love with Lin, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the smiling face of every flower, the tenderness and the agarwood Zen. Yes, I love April, I love her sentimentality, I love her confusion, I love her beauty, you are an April day on earth, and there are many reasons why peach blossoms bloom.

18. Looking back, only fragments of memories are left, saying that the past is like smoke, but I never think so. Sometimes it used to be like this. When you want to remember everything about yesterday, you find that you have almost forgotten it. When you make up your mind to forget it, it will linger in your mind for a long time

Nineteen, there is a poem that is the most touching, and that is the kindness of the teacher; There is a kind of life that is the most beautiful, and that is the teacher; There is the most elegant scenery, that is, the soul of poetry; There is a magic wand, and that is chalk; One platform is the most sacred, and that is the podium. I can't forget the pleasant style on the teacher's podium, the hard figure under the teacher's light, the teacher's kind smile and the teacher's kind teaching.

Twenty, the fog will always be wrapped around the mountain and never go. In a short while, it turned into a light blue tulle, which covered the pretty face of the mountain, fluttering and lingering; After a while, it turned into a white Hada, wrapped around the neck of the mountain, charming and extraordinary; In a short time, it merged into a white Youlong and swam around the mountain, turning the majestic green hills into various shapes.

Twenty-one, the years bloom like fireworks. Tonight, many sad thoughts fall into the sea of hearts. When a tear slipped, I found myself in despair. It turns out that it is the gloom of that place that overflows my heart in my life. I used to think that the only thing that separated us was those fleeting years. I used to think that the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth could be close at hand, but I forgot that there was a river of destiny in past lives. No matter how hard we try, we can't swim or reach it.

Twenty-two, a thought of goodness is the beginning of all goodness; The evil of one thought is the root of all tragedies. There is only a piece of paper between good and evil. Life is always between good and evil, a little to the left is good, and a little to the right is evil. Life is full of choices, and the choice between thoughts determines the joys and sorrows of the next few days, even the prosperity and desolation of life. A kind heart is better than a hundred days' practice. Pepsi puts goodness first, that is, it creates infinite happiness.

Twenty-three, wake up in the morning, open the window, look at the distance, green hills are like wearing. At first glance, this encounter will be fixed as the first sight, with green mountains and green waters and running water. Although this encounter was not as shocking as the first meeting with a person, it concealed some unspeakable fate and opened my sleeping memory in the breeze, which seemed colorful.

24. I like gentle and elegant sentences, fragrant and pleasant teacups, peaceful and quiet smiles, spring breeze on willows' faces, childlike innocence, rambling thoughts, leisurely walking, roaming in the vast sea, a little love, a friendship as light as water, a pleasing life and a beautiful life.

Twenty-five, like the faint feeling, the quiet beauty of the night, the elegant rain, the free and easy wind and the lightness of the snow. Lightness at this time is a kind of artistic conception, not plain lightness, but the lightness of people like chrysanthemums, which is too worried about the tranquility after the noise, and is as calm as water, so that you can feel a world of your own lightly. My heart is as pure and quiet as the sky after the rain.

26. I saw that because of snowflakes, the water was thin, the mountains were cold and the winter was rich. I see people's hearts are only separated by snowflakes. I saw my relatives warming each other in the snow. I saw lovers holding hands and watching snowflakes flying all over the sky. I see that life is colorful because of snowflakes.

Twenty-seven, that young flower-like smile, that pretty and exquisite figure, that bright eyes and white teeth, that warm words are as fragrant as the passing years. Walking on the bridge and taking a boat together are not romantic storms, but also romantic customs. The storm has messed up my feelings of missing you deeply, and I can't stop cutting them.

Twenty-eight, commitment is like a pearl, its glory is the price of mussel pain, but also the glory of mussels; Commitment is like honey, its sweetness is the crystallization of bees' hard work and the pride of bees; Commitment is like a meteor, its brilliance is the tragic contribution of meteorites, but also the brilliance of meteorites; Commitment is like gold, its brilliance is the value of hard work and the happiness of gold diggers.

Twenty-nine, the sky is full of stars, like your bright eyes. Moonlight, like sand, brushed my hair tonight and weaved my thoughts. Meeting you is my fate. Our acquaintance was so accidental and simple. A small meeting made us get to know each other, and love doomed our lives. * * * words; The tacit understanding of language keeps us company all the way. Despite the ups and downs, we can still see the sunny night after the storm, which also adds an unforgettable memory to our life. I didn't spend a full moon, I didn't swear by each other, and I never expected you to bring me wealth and prosperity, just seeking peace and happiness.

Cherish yourself and we will go further. Some things, some feelings, are so beautiful, so wonderful, but when we have them, we don't care and cherish them. One day, these things, this feeling, suddenly far away from us and quietly disappeared from us, only to feel that it is so heavy and important in my heart. Perhaps life is so precious when it is owned, but it is not cherished when it is lost. It's just that nothing in the world can go back, so I feel sad and sorry.

3 1. If a person is not free, it is because he does not want to be free. If a person can't leave, it's because he doesn't want to leave. If a person has too many excuses for you, it is because he doesn't want to care.

Thirty-two, autumn is gorgeous, and the years have passed, and there is no longer a sigh to retain. Accompanied by warmth, ink stains flourish, please cherish the lost beauty. Flowers bloom in four seasons, ink soaks for years, and wind chimes. May every encounter in your life be perfect, and I hope that we will cherish this sincere feeling for a long time. Love warms a lifetime, and friendship goes hand in hand. I sincerely wish you can still keep your most beautiful smile tomorrow.

When I am alone, I like to make a cup of green tea and immerse myself in my heart. Good flowers are inevitably colorful, and the bustling scenery also has a bleak day. Only those dull years, accompanied by our simple life, watching the running water and smelling the birds and flowers, came to the end of life together.

34. Loneliness has nothing to do with noise. People jostling with each other are interpreting the flowers blooming outside, and no one is accompanying you to bid farewell to the fleeting time. Loneliness and busyness are very different. The rolling world of mortals has lost its emotional appeal, but there is one less one to run to the end, and life is as pale as ever. When a person grows up, after he understands that the world is not made up of flowers and applause, it is precious to stick to his dreams.

Thirty-five, autumn leaves are varied and varied. The plane leaves are like the feet of ducklings; Ginkgo garden is like a small yellow fan; Poplar leaves are like burning love; Loquat leaves are like a boat.

Thirty-six, let the heart into the autumn, let the heart into the heart, let the heart fall with the autumn, let the heart fall with the color, let the heart worry about autumn. There is no need to sigh, the autumn wind is rustling, worrying about killing people, and look at that, the autumn wind is all over the world. Don't sigh, the autumn rain is bleak and the mountain road is poor, and look, * * * sleeps and listens to the autumn rain. Needless to sigh, even the autumn leaves in the forest are newly blown out. Look, all the five lakes are autumn leaves. Liu doesn't need to sigh. Autumn is cold. Look at that. I said autumn is better than spring.

37. If you have a good attitude, happiness will last forever. Quiet is a shallow smile, with traces of wind and frost engraved on the brow; Quiet is the sunset, reflecting the willows by the river, and the years pass quietly from here. Quiet, not on the mountain but on the ground. If the heart wants nothing, peace will come. Look down on romance, how much floating dust is clouds.

Thirty-eight, life is like a play like a dream, and prosperity turns empty. How many times have I looked back on my previous life, and this life is only a quick glance. If I pass by in a hurry, who remembers the original surprise? We are just strangers, and the hand-in-hand between heaven and earth is just an episode of broken strings. The long world of mortals, who is who forever?

Thirty-nine, perhaps, you have forgotten the promise of your previous life in this life, and I am still waiting in time, waiting in the flowers in Jiangnan. Maybe, in this life, I can't wait to watch the flowers bloom with you. But I still want to say that the flowers in Jiangnan are blooming and the time is beautiful. Rain Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, I am waiting for you with an oil-paper umbrella and a smile.

Forty, eager to become a doctor, to remove diseases for mankind, especially incurable diseases; I long to be a star, shining and illuminating the earth; I long to be a fiery red sun, so that everything can thrive in the sun.

Forty-one, the heart is an old map. Open it slowly, full of smoke, the wind in the Tang Dynasty, the rain in the Song Dynasty, the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty and the mountains and rivers in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Love is an abandoned net. Broken old dreams are in the net, and with the sound of water, they flow coldly through the city abandoned by years. Autumn is deep, the night is cool, and the yellow leaves dance with the wind, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.

Forty-two, I always want to find a sunny and warm morning, step on the morning breeze and give you the flowers I picked. If you receive them, it will be a clear heart. If every encounter in life is the leading edge of accumulation, then I am willing to wade through mountains and rivers, write a smile on my lips into your poem, and extend my tenderness indefinitely.

Forty-three, autumn rain is flying, the rain is slanting with the wind, and the splashing sound is micro. Raindrops are as crystal clear as pearls and melt at that moment. Like a deep ink painting. I like that girl's elegant long hair, full of shyness, sitting on the piano and dancing deeply and poetically. A little more tenderness in vicissitudes of life.