52 sentences of parting from relatives

1. since we left one another, floating apart like clouds, ten years have run like water-till at last we join again. And we talk again and laugh again just as in earlier days, except that the hair on our heads is tinged now with grey.

second, we are about to part. There are too many words to say. Don't forget me.

Third, my heart is always open for you. Please remember my vision, which will light up your way back.

Fourth, the sadness at parting is unbearable for you and me; It makes the feelings that are hard to give up cut off.

5. If you can't forget him, don't forget him. Real forgetting requires no effort.

I hope you can remember me when you leave. Don't ask whether the fickle world will remain the same tomorrow.

seven, after parting, remember to meet. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. There is a silver cylinder left tonight, and I am afraid that meeting is a dream.

8. When you came, my expectation was far away; When you leave, you are my dream.

9. It's a little hard to leave, but I'm not disappointed; A little sorry, but not pessimistic. Because the hope of meeting is comforting.

1. If possible, no one wants to say goodbye. They are always so sad in their hearts that they say goodbye helplessly.

Xi. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. The world is but a little place, after all. Why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.

12. Sighing parting hurts parting. The world is parting every minute. And the more parting time, the stronger the feelings.

XIII. Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?

14. We have to part, say goodbye softly, and thank you for giving me a deep friendship.

fifteen, bright moon, bright moon. I once parted as an individual. The jade pot is close to each other with red tears, as if it had come at night that year. Come to night, come to night, and be willing to borrow Qinghui again?

Sixteen, let me accompany you to drift in the sea, just to be an oar in your hand, no matter how big the storm is, how thick it is, you will always have me by your side.

seventeen, when I think of parting, the air will always be filled with reluctance, and then I will return alone. It seems that there is only one person left in this world.

after you leave, I think you should not forget one thing: don't forget to miss me. When you miss me, don't forget that I miss you too.

nineteen, you should take good care of yourself in the distance, don't catch a cold and have a runny nose, and occasionally sneeze, which means I am thinking of you!

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

21st, in this parting season, it's even more unexpected whether the absence of parting will spoil the scenery. In a blink of an eye, your sweet words turned out to be yesterday.

Twenty-two, the wind is my constant concern; Clouds surge, which is my tender thoughts; Rain comes, it is my careful talk; Sunshine is my warm smile!

23. Life is a long road, and you and I meet and part. Meeting is always short, but parting is long. I only hope that our hearts can closely follow each other and never part.

twenty-four, I didn't know the taste of parting was so bleak. I didn't know it was so strong to say goodbye. Only separation, let time forget this tacit understanding.

twenty-five, although we meet in a hurry and leave in a hurry, we have eternity in the short course of life. I believe that today's friendship is the best memory of tomorrow.

XXVI. I am far away, and you are far away. It seems that this is an act of god, which makes us so far apart. It is easier for us to leave than to see each other again.

twenty-seven, don't give up attachment, but dare not show it, for fear that they will worry! But I know that they are trying to hide something just like themselves, in order to reassure me.

28. If one day, someone who can't come back disappears and someone who can't live without leaves, it doesn't matter. Time will bring the right person to you.

twenty-nine, I'm long past the age of swinging around with a glow stick at a concert, and I also believe that all the overwhelming emotions are just the products of catalysis in the atmosphere of parting.

3, it is better to forget about this world. Today, there is no wind and no rain. Friends leave, and after listening to the flute, they fade away from the sky. Only when we meet again ten years later will we know that there is no rest.

thirty-one, when you step on the platform and walk alone from now on, you know I'm so worried, even though there are thousands of words in my heart, I can only be deeply impressed with you; I'm so sad but I won't say it.

32. Meeting is parting, but not necessarily meeting after parting. Should we be grateful for meeting or sad to leave? Please cherish every day after meeting, because parting may be a farewell.

33. Sadness is an emotion, but it can't be used as a negative excuse. Taking sadness as motivation will make us shine more, just as sad sentences are more touching and easier to remember.

thirty-four, I miss you very much and want to say a lot to you. But what I want to know most is how are you? In this golden autumn season, I send my sincere greetings and wishes, and hope you are well.

thirty-five, I turn my thoughts into sincere blessings and accompany you for 365 days. May you enjoy all the joy you expect, and every tiny thing can bring you sweet feelings and endless happiness!

thirty-six, love is a feeling. When this feeling is gone, I am still trying to force myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up is courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is called tragic!

I can't help her except crying. I'm scared. I was brought up by my grandmother, and my feelings are even better than those of my parents. Maybe my feelings with my grandmother are not as deep as yours, but my sadness is no less than yours.

thirty-eight, some people are sad when they leave, but they no longer contact; Some people are sad after leaving, while others are afraid of meeting each other and parting. More people don't care whether they will meet again, whether they will leave, or not.

thirty-nine, cicadas in summer came to our side with the hot sunshine. Drive away the continuous drizzle in spring, and drive away the happy time. What we welcome is only the tears before separation, which penetrate your heart and mine drop by drop.

4. Once there was a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like fog. That smile became a fast-flowing river deeply buried in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate singing every day and night.

forty-one, the evening breeze brushed my face, a staggered flower season, burying my head in smoke, like water passing by. I scattered the brush in my hand, messing up the haze on a sunny day and finally becoming a silhouette. The past is like smoke, and a piece of sadness has messed up my world. As soon as you bow your head, you hurt a whole day.

forty-two, the sadness of life is nothing more than parting. When parting, it is like someone cuts a wound in a certain position of the body, which gradually condenses into a scar that will never fade after a long time like the brow. Whenever I see it, my heart is like a undulating sea, which can't be calmed for a long time.

forty-three, when I was in junior high school, I learned a poem: when I was young, I left home and the boss returned, and the local accent did not change. When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests come from. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-exhausted recently. Although I have been away from my hometown for several years, I have already produced the kind of sadness expressed by the poet.

forty-four, green mountains cross the north of the outer city, and quiet white water flows around the east of the city. When we leave here, it's like a loose grass flying with the wind and Wan Li traveling far away. You are like a floating cloud in the sky, and I am reluctant to part with you like a sunset. We waved goodbye to each other at once, and the horse didn't want to part and couldn't help whistling.

forty-five, although we have come to this city, it is difficult for us to root there, and our cultural thoughts and living habits always carry the characteristics of our hometown. These feelings will never be erased. When the years pass slowly, the pure romance fades away, the pressure of secular reality haunts my heart, and my white hair wrinkles my face. In the end, I will miss my hometown unconditionally.

Forty-six, Hometown Road, I haven't settled down and walked slowly alone for a long time. How many times have I dreamed of going back to my hometown? I vaguely remember that in spring, white radishes are blooming everywhere, and there are flying Hua Hudie and unknown green birds in the willows, jumping and singing in the branches. I like to run along the country road, chasing the flapping butterfly, perhaps when the butterflies dance together, which makes children forget.

forty-seven, Mid-Autumn Festival, bright moon in the sky. That full moon was set off by Huang Cancan's halo, and the moonlight, like a transparent tulle, covered the earth dimly, and the breeze brushed my face, which could not help but stir my homesickness: how are my relatives in my hometown after leaving my hometown for a few years! I couldn't help crying, "he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!." Dear ones, do you know the hearts of overseas wanderers?

Forty-eight. Throughout the ages, many poems have told me about my hometown. Although He Zhizhang returned to his hometown after a long separation when his temples were gray, I still envy him. And I am not confused, but I can only sigh at the full moon and miss my hometown. Or is it the wish of falling leaves? Or is it an escape thought caused by the pressure of life? Or is it an indescribable feeling of a passer-by in another country that is not open-minded enough? Or is the simple and kind character of the hometown people inspiring? Have both.

forty-nine, if I can, I would like to rub everything in my heart into today's difference. But I can't! Then, let's break up in silence! This is the silence of a volcano, which is better than all other words! Farewell tomorrow morning, I hope the clouds and sunny sun will accompany you to the far end of the world; Flowers and green grass spread out a distant future with you. Tomorrow you are going to sail, please put this small gift on your chest, it will turn into your faith and strength, and inspire you to overcome the violent wind and waves.

fifty, weeping willow mother-in-law is homesick, larks pour out their hearts, and the train can't move, which will make me feel disappointed for thousands of miles. The morning breeze shows my treasure, honks my horn and waves for me. I don't have the courage to look back and drift away from your gentle tears. Peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly, echoing in my mind, and an ode on that branch will be the eternal masterpiece of my life! No matter how much regret and sadness there are, they all turn into a tear and immerse themselves in this passionate land, nourishing my hometown and warming my bride.

fifty-one, I can't get rid of it. You are a cool place, and you can't shake it. The sadness of parting is quietly the running water around you, and the running water only ripples in your heart. When the geese always fly south, the goshawk spreads its fighting wings and flies freely in the vast and high sky, holding a handful of your soil, which has the fragrance of memories. Every oil-green grass is pregnant with the power of spring.

fifty-two, a bright moon in the sky, like a mirror; Looking at the fence alone, my thoughts are flying; Bend the clear water in my hometown and cleanse it. Hometown month, love in poetry. A bright moon rises from the well-known darkness of Mo, passing like water, washing away people's hearts. Therefore, Su Dongpo expressed the feeling of seclusion that "the willow shoots on the moon and people meet after dusk"; Chen Houzhu sang the parting words of "Going to the West Wing alone without words, the moon is like a hook", and Li Taibai also sang the infinite melancholy of "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, drinking into three people". All feelings, with thoughts falling in a clear water, were later said to be refracted in a bright moon.