Qq mood phrase 202 1 daquan: In a hard city, there is no room for soft love.

1, women always remember: being beautiful is an advantage, and living beautifully is a skill.

You can't help anyone you love.

You are my life, and I love you.

I would rather love myself more than give my love to you.

I am very happy now, but I lack the feeling of being with you.

6, you have to believe that I am not kind, I am weak now, for the sake of future strength.

7. Do you think I will watch you die? I close my eyes.

8. There is a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and hold it in an eternal moment.

If you want to leave sooner or later, don't spoil me any more.

10, I thought my world would stay cold until you appeared!

1 1. Tell me if you want to smoke in the future, and I will kiss you.

12, there is no room for soft love in hard cities.

13, on a windy night. You snuck into my house and stole my heart.

14, holding your hand, day and night, waiting for tomorrow, holding your hand, walking through this life, holding your hand forever.

15, when you say marry me, you are married to happiness!

16, when you really like someone, all standards are no longer standards.

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.

First, love is no longer that I love you, you love me. Love itself is becoming less and less valuable and impure. Without love, it is an old state that has gone through many vicissitudes.

Second, people tend to forget their original intention when they are on the road, especially when it is misty and rainy.

Third, in this world, no one can really feel the pain of another person.

Fourth, many things are beyond our control. Even if you are lonely again, you still have to go on. Don't stop and don't look back.

A lonely person will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I will always think of you and count my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.

6. In the wasted years, for a moment of happiness, I tried my best to race against time and break through the mystery. Finally, she arrived before me. Standing at a confused intersection, I am like a stray puppy, with many obstacles ahead and thorns everywhere. The road is hazy and foggy. You stood not far away and encouraged me. You said that happiness is on your tail. Go straight ahead and don't turn. It will always follow you. But, you don't know, I'm a puppy that has lost its tail.

Seven, if one day we are not together, we should be together.

Eight, countless birds flew out of the window, flapping their wings and scattering their feathers all over the floor. Whose memory is that?

9. The future is the North Star on the horizon. As long as we run to it, it will come as scheduled like a colorful feast.

Ten, do what you want to do, love the person you want to love, don't ask right or wrong, no matter what the outcome.

1 1. On the page of youth rice paper, I started with a pen, put on a good posture to make a mess, and often accidentally dropped a few drops of ink, so that after many years, I always wanted to avoid it.

Twelve, don't say it is constant, don't say it will never change.

Thirteen, as time goes by, I don't know if I will remember these. My hair has turned a lot whiter recently. I'm afraid my memory will decline. I want to write them all down. Many years later, when I look up at these again, I will also see a miniature of you and me in my words.

Fourteen, when love leaves acacia, although this parting makes people sad, but in this loneliness, I understand the taste of missing. So you are so heavy in my heart.

15. Throughout the ages, people have always faced difficulties in their growth, and what really sets us apart in the end is whether we should stop or solve it when difficulties bring us a sense of crisis! Bai Juyi can have thousands of spacious houses in the face of life crisis, which makes all the poor people in the world feel happy. This is a kind of generosity. Shi Tiesheng can't walk with his legs, and it is a kind of perseverance to become a leading figure in the literary world when facing the life crisis caused by severe uremia. The Tang Priest, after going through 81 difficulties and facing many crises of life and death, still got the true scriptures, which is a kind of persistence. Sometimes behind the crisis are rich fruits, depending on whether you dare to cross over and pick them!

Sixteen, always thinking about having such an unforgettable love, love forever, that is profound. Love or hate all your life.

Seventeen, time gently pushed us away, we are no longer the age that can still dream all day.

Wandering between forgiveness and despair, the only feeling is injury! It hurts! ! harm

19, be mine, have a plenty of fruitless love, but it can be interpreted in one's heart.

Twenty, a hard city has no soft love.

Life is like a kite, there is always a line holding you, long or short. You are here, and the people who love you are there.

Twenty-two, we can't forget the past, not because we can't forget who, but because we miss ourselves in those times.

I can't live without you, and I can't forget you, but you have a new love for her.

Twenty-four, hiding in a certain time, missing the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.

Twenty-five, you told me to get out, I got out, you begged me to come back, I'm sorry, I got out.

Twenty-six, psychologically truly detached from their own shortcomings such as ugliness and poverty. In this way, only a few people will look down on you and refuse to associate with you.

If you can understand some advantages of others and sincerely evaluate them, you will make others pay attention to you because they feel valued.

You will never see my loneliest appearance, because only you are not with me.

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

Thirty, let go of fatigue, let go of the mood, give the mood a holiday, and let the soul be comforted. Only in this way can we cheer up again and greet a brand-new day with a good attitude.

Thirty-one, the space where songs are formed allows years to come and go freely, so the face of people who are still protected has never changed and there is a huge and endless hatred.

32. 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 extends and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what we put wrong.

Don't borrow money from your friends, especially the money you can't pay back. If you borrow money, you should pay it back.

Thirty-four, some stories, except memories, no one will stay; Some helpless, in addition to silence, no one will say; There are some things that no one will understand except yourself.

35. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't.

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.