Don't take it for granted

I can't change the beginning, so why not forget the ending.

Second, the lover you can't get is always the wind, and it will disappear if you stay for thousands of times.

Third, there is always someone who makes you laugh the happiest. Cry the saddest.

Fourth, thank you for saying, "I can only live well if you live well." .

Five, a person, a street, a corner, crying silently.

6. Do you like a person? You haven't given up yet.

Seven, there is a kind of care called meanness, and there is a kind of love called unfinished.

Eight, don't always treat me as your mother, I have no obligation to educate you.

Nine, I think fifty years later, I must still love you as I do now.

Ten, life is like a container, how much happiness is filled, and how much depression is naturally less.

I admit it's not that I want you to go, but that you never wanted me.

Twelve, always wandering in the same place. But I still can't wait for you to come.

Thirteen, one day there is only one kind of love in the world, and it must be mine for you.

I don't live in a humble abode, but I have the same speed as a snail.

I want to know everything about you, but in what capacity?

Sixteen, heartache is only a moment, and there is no consciousness after suffering for a long time.

Seventeen, you have to leave and go to a city without me. Don't give up.

18. I want to sublimate my little poem about your love into a life essay.

Nineteen, I just want to find an excuse to be crazy in your world all my life.

I hope to have you by my side to warm the air around me.

2 1. Later, I didn't know if I was looking for someone or your shadow.

Twenty-two, love has two gestures, one is chasing and the other is waiting.

Twenty-three, because of strangeness, so brave; Because it is far away, it is beautiful.

24. Even if I love swearing, I can't turn to what you call tenderness.

Twenty-five, don't think that inserting a chicken feather becomes an angel.

I will never love anyone, even you.

Twenty-seven, how many people live as if they were dead, and how many people love as if they were separated.

Twenty-eight, some people belong to mops, and things are forgotten when they are dragged on.

29, secretly crying, secretly sad, all this is just an illusion.

30. A woman who is easily satisfied is indifferent.

The only lie I told you was that I was not sad to leave you.

Love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love.

Thirty-three, if you change your style, I will turn into rain and guard you.

It is said that children with cold hands were angels with broken wings in their previous lives.

35. In my mind, you have changed from dust to flowers, and from flowers to dust.

You once said that you would always be with me, but now I am alone.

Thirty-seven, you just gave me a life lesson and left.

Thirty-eight, there is always a person who has been living in his heart, but said goodbye to life.

39. Many times you can doubt me, except when I say I love you.

Forty years old, let's let go of each other and leave some strength to say goodbye and hug.

Forty-one, late at night, a person, a room, a kind of missing, a little helpless.

Forty-two, I am like a poor bug, I beg you to give me more care.

Forty-three, the pain of youth in the past years, the sadness of tangled memories.

Forty-four, parting hate, how many autumn has passed? It's so sad and heartbreaking to meet each other late.

Forty-five, if only one person insists, it will undoubtedly become suffering.

Forty-six, with the color of sadness, sadness lingers, and sadness accompanies me.

47. I was still waiting for you, but you forgot that you had been here.

Forty-eight, there are always some things that make you see some people inadvertently.

49. Without happiness, the smile is still there. There are no fairy tales, and childhood is still there.

Fifty, hey, you want to be vigorous, you want to hate.

5 1. I will never forget what I have experienced, but I can't remember it at the moment.

Fifty-two, once squandered love, finally only one person is lonely.

53. There was once a man whose name was always written in my notebook.

I envy Uncle Bird, a song can be famous all over the world.

55. I just want to be an audience, because I don't want to be contaminated with too many worldly noises.

In your life, you should forget yourself for someone at least once.

57. Laughter you can't hear, laugh you can't see, and happiness you can't get.

58. Don't make me sad alone. Maybe I want too much.

59. You are my Olay, but the trash can is your destination.

I heard you clapping, but I was too strong to hold back my tears.

We have come so far that we have forgotten why we were on the road in the first place.

62. Don't say sad. Everyone has his own story.

Sixty-three, after lovelorn, a person is very indifferent, and when he loves again, he is both happy and bitter.

Sixty-four, a person quietly, a person crying after watching the movie, the whole world is sad.

Sixty-five, disheartened said gradually understand, in fact, the individual is quite good.

66. We have no choice but to run counter to it.

Sixty-seven, the real name of love is obviously hatred, despair and disappointment come from hope.

Sixty-eight, a broken hug is suitable for hiding, not for deep immersion.

Sixty-nine, it doesn't matter, you can have your world, and it is my gentleness not to disturb.

I only have one wish, that is, I hope my illness will get better.

If love is necessary, why ask if it is worth it?

I can't give you anything but my heart, but you just don't want it.

Seventy-three, how many people wake up in their dreams and find themselves alone.

Seventy-four, it is not so much that others make you suffer, but that you are not cultivated enough.

Seventy-five, it turns out that our story is just that I used to like you so much.

Seventy-six, if we didn't really love, who will remember after breaking up?

Seventy-seven, but love is at the end of the whole play, but after love is gone.

78. I am not arrogant, nor am I fooling around. I'm tired of relying on everything.

I'm used to not caring, but I don't care about anything.

Eighty, never give up feelings, how to continue in this world.

I still remember how happy I was when you told me I loved you.

Eighty-two, every time the Ferris wheel turns, there will be a pair of happy lovers in the world.

Let's shake hands with all the memories and say goodbye calmly.

There are two things in the world that you can't look directly at, one is the sun and the other is the human heart.

85. Look at this man, saying that he likes me makes me so sad.

Eighty-six, who wasted whose years, provoked a long love, two forget.

Life is changing, the world is changing, and the only constant is persistence.

Eighty-eight, crowded on the road of love, watching people come and go, the heart does not move or panic.

Follow your footsteps and fall into the trap you carefully designed.

90. There are two tragedies in life: despair and complacency.

9 1. Did you appear in my dream and laugh at my original enthusiasm?

92. Accompanying means that I am here whether you need it or not.

93. They asked me how I was recently, and I said I couldn't die for the time being.

You are a scar in my heart, and time will heal slowly.

Ninety-five, you must be homeless in your last life, and you will live like this in your life.

When I got used to your habits, so did your habits.

97. The past has become so bleak, how can I stay?

98. What once never comes back, and what comes back is no longer perfect.

Ninety-nine, the hourglass is inverted and repeated, and the pain of life is experienced again and again.

In a hundred years, everyone has a period of sadness that they want to hide, but it is increasing day by day.

Don't ask me if I loved you, because my love has nothing to do with you.

One hundred and two, people, the dream is broken, lost, desperate, awake.

103. There is really nothing. Perfection is worth insisting on with our lives.

One hundred and four, love far apart, you and I will never part.

One hundred and five, a word of joy to death, can also be a word of pain to death.

Say sorry to yourself. I tortured myself for a man.

One hundred and seven, when you are in love, you promise for a lifetime. In essence, a few of them are done.

108. Love doesn't hurt. What hurts is a pledge of eternal love that can never be fulfilled.

Time is an antidote and the poison I am taking.

One hundred and ten, how sad it is that we are no longer us.

Don't always blame others for letting you down, blame yourself for expecting too much. _ Sad sentences

Introduction: Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness, only because of expectations. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even disappointment is a kind of happiness, although this happiness is a bit painful. Don't always blame others for letting you down, blame yourself for expecting too much.

1. There will always be times when others say what we think, but we don't want to admit it.

2. What kind of person you are, what kind of songs you will hear, what kind of articles you will see, what kind of words you will write, and what kind of people you will meet.

Don't blame others for letting you down. Blame yourself for expecting too much.

If you care too much about the opinions of others, your life will become a pair of underwear. You must pick up the fart of others.

It doesn't matter if you are sad, if you want to cry, it doesn't matter if you are alone. Give time and everything will pass.

6. The mature standard should be to know when to be silent.

If you don't know whether you love or not, you won't be so greedy.

8. If there is nothing you can do, just let it go.

9. Don't put it down if you can't put it down. If you can't forget it, remember it first. One day, you will find that you have forgotten it in your mind.

10. People don't know what they can't give up the most, and they don't know what true happiness is unless they completely despair once.

1 1. Life often plays jokes on us. The person you expect will be farther away from you, and the person you are persistent will hurt you the most.

12. People are always like this, and finally they reach the age of knowing how to cherish, but everything is just separated.

13. I don't know if I am getting more and more independent or guilty. After walking for so long, I found that the only reliable thing is myself.

14. When you swear, you swallow the hurtful information back and delete it, and you will really grow a lot.

15. You should learn to cover your ears and not listen to those bustling voices; There is no one in this world who is not suffering. Only you can really heal yourself.

16. The most stubborn thing is a person's heart! Just like sometimes, you can comfort your friends and convince everyone, but you can't convince your heart.

17. Sometimes, I may be so fragile that I burst into tears at a word. Sometimes, I find myself gritting my teeth and walking a long way.

18. Without a beautiful appearance, no one will care about your beautiful heart at all. That is the reality.

19. Missing, the same word, is both missing and missing. When I miss you the most, I realize that I miss you.

20. If you can't quarrel and scold, it is love. As long as the ending is with you, the process will make me feel any pain.

2 1, there is a feeling that there is no chance, and there is a kind of abandonment that is called fulfillment.

22. The princess's pure feelings are written on her face, and the witch's deep feelings are planted in her heart.

23. And I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love.

24. Those who dare not get angry are cowards, and those who don't get angry are wise.

25. The long is bitter, and the short is life.

26. When you cling to one thing, you can only have one thing. If you are willing to let go, you will have a chance to choose more.

27. The details are often beautiful and charming, while the theme is always pessimistic.

28. It is better to arm yourself than to please others; It is better to laugh at life than to escape from reality; It is better to attack with your head held high than to listen to the wind and rain!

29. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness, because there is expectation, so I will be disappointed. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even disappointment is a kind of happiness, although this happiness is a bit painful.

30. Maybe love is just because of loneliness. Need someone to love. Even if there is no ending.

3 1, I want you in this life and the next.

32. There is no unfinished story in the world, only an immortal heart.

People always get old. I hope you will still be by my side then.

34, ice, melted, is water, tasteless water.

It is absurd to meet the wrong person at the wrong time, it is a pity to meet the right person at the wrong time, it is a kind of pain to meet the wrong person at the right time, and it is a kind of happiness to meet the right person at the right time.

36. The worst viruses are love and lies.

37. When I don't want to wake up, only my lonely figure is projected on the wall by the desk lamp.

38. There is no right or wrong, only value and unworthiness.

39, people can't be ruthless, ruthless people are terrible; People can't be affectionate, and affectionate people are too painful.

40. Some people are destined to wait for others, while others are destined to be waited for.

Editor's note: Each of us lives in our own past. We will take a minute to get to know someone, an hour to like someone, a day to love someone, and finally, a lifetime to forget someone.

Tell me about your mood: promise yourself and love yourself.

Looking back on those unruly years suddenly, it was a time when we could play carefree in the heavy rain. We looked at each other's wet faces and smiled. Those wet leaves give off a delicious smell, which belongs to the unique youth flavor of our age.

At this moment, put your heart in your words, feel your joys and sorrows, and feel all your gains and losses in time. Depressed and gentle, the low-key plucking of the first heart song, either sinking or flying, is soft with softness, even if there is pain, it is also a kind of warm heart. Listening to your inner story, it seems to understand your silent sadness on weekdays, and it seems to hear your long helpless sigh again in the cold that stings and is penetrated by the wind.

A piece of paper bears the ups and downs of a dusty heart. Ink time, your love, pure as Bai Yueguang, your love, warm as amber; The heart lake overflows with the warm current of spring water and blooms into a worried acacia red. One season in Chun Qing, peach blossoms burn lips and kisses, and those who cherish flowers burn their eyes.

I like some sad songs and indulge in the sad melody. Sadness means having such elusive magic and unparalleled beauty. Sadness is actually an innate emotion. Like, just drunk, not addicted. Don't expect compliments from others, you don't need to live in the cheers of the world. Whether others praise or not is only their business.

Say sorry to yourself because pretending makes you tired. Say sorry to yourself because stubbornness hurts yourself. Promise yourself, love yourself, promise yourself, and never live for others again; Promise yourself to be more open; Promise yourself not to care about some unnecessary people and things.

People should stand up to lies, perfunctory, cheating, forgetting promises and letting go of everything. Some wounds will heal after a long time, and some grievances will be relieved after they are figured out. Sometimes, we often change our signatures just to let others know how you feel. But we forget that maybe others don't care about you at all.

In the past, the cloud was still that cloud, and people were still that group of people. It's just that when we grow up, we are more and more immersed in our own world, ignoring the scenery, stories and time around us more and more. We always like to miss the beauty of childhood in the dead of night. Those flowers were so bright and precious at a certain time, but now we go our separate ways, even if our childhood partners are in the same city, it's not half an hour earlier.

Tears flow down, only to know that separation is another kind of understanding.

Some things, I pretend not to know, knowing, will only make myself more heartbroken.

Other people's fairy tales are always romantic, but mine are always bleak.

A trace of melancholy dyed my forehead red. Once, whose waving sleeves made her sad? Once, whose promise changed whose face? You said the wind lost your eyes. In fact, I have always understood your persistence! However, not everything can be said; Not all love can be owned.

The most painful thing is not that the dream disappears or dies in reality, but that it is difficult to talk about the dream of boiling blood when I was young. Also, the most terrible thing is not to live an ordinary life, but to live an ordinary life and take it for granted.

Many years later, there are so many people coming and going in my life that I can't remember their names and faces. I only understand one thing. In fact, many times we feel that sadness is just a blow and frustration to our self-esteem, and there are only a few people who can really hurt our hearts in this life.

Whose sunset does not sink? Endless ups and downs, a hundred years of laughter, a temporary tour, sailing on the beach, is a sunset rope, which is a path paved by people for their steep cliffs. Time is always urging people to get old in a hurry, whether they are parents sitting on that threshold waiting or we are looking forward to it from a distance.

What if I'm the same? I pushed you away because of fear, because I didn't have the courage to know the real answer, so I ran away, because our past was full of lies. Facing you, I have been guessing what is true and what is false.

Many memories began to become confused, and many years have become a floating cloud in the past. Perhaps, when I look back on all the years I have gone through, Na Yue, I find that several pages in my life have become vacant, and I will never return to the original appearance.

Autumn is not over yet, and winter is coming. When spring is blooming, will we embrace each other tenderly in a peach color and freeze forever? In fact, I have long known that entanglement like vines will one day become a passer-by in the autumn wind. Like a falling dead leaf, full of parting sadness. Some natural feelings, some deep thoughts, are all covered by the dust of the years in an instant. What once existed or didn't exist has gradually followed the bleak autumn.

I stayed up last night, listening to the wind whispering in my ear, and the wet words moistened my missing wings. Pillow a curtain of moonlight, you can't see the light sorrow between my eyebrows. Round after round, the moon is short and full, making love fall step by step. Tears, there is no way to start. A sturdy frame changed the direction of the wind and settled under the cold and heavy eaves. Feel the warmth of your attachment through the moonlight, thick but not thick, thin but not cold.

Is time ruthless, or is it easy to waste? We accidentally lost each other, making the opening ending a sigh. The past cannot be traced, and the lush years are gone forever. You have gone a long way, but I am waiting for you to come back. The phone number I wrote down is already empty, but I can't bear to delete it. I was in a hurry for three years at that time. This empty number is the only mark you left me. Always remember that you have been to my world and I have been to yours.

I want to go where we stand side by side, as long as you are with me. At dawn, or when the sun sets, we will walk side by side again, again, again, once the most youthful and frivolous. See if there are traces left by us from the place where we met, and whether there will be stories like ours.

The other side of time is infinite. Looking back, it was a hasty year. We didn't have time to say goodbye and went our separate ways. Looking at the yellowed photos, it is also clear and blurred. Tears and laughter, time is still the same, I am still the same, where did you go as a childhood friend? Honey, you know what? Over the years, I have been waiting for your unexpected arrival, but I just turned around alone again and again.

It is said that the most beautiful meeting in the world is a brush, the most beautiful oath is a lie, the most beautiful love is yesterday, the most beautiful yearning is never to meet, and the most beautiful things cannot be obtained.

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore; Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again. What can shallowness and depth represent? Just forget it early and forget it late.

Wandering footsteps, dripping in my heart, why so lonely, whether it is the deepest sigh. If so, where did the deep melancholy come from, forgetting the color of youth or the warmth of love?

We promise to go on forever. However, when the shadow of time fell on us, we found that those promises were just empty words. So, we separated, and finally, who was left? I don't know. I hope they are all here.

According to my heart, I will never return to my dream. Yesterday's scene is still there today, but everything is wrong. The most terrible thing in the world is time, which takes us through one journey after another, but we can't find any traces.

From then on, I only have myself; From then on, it is hard to trust others; From then on, nothing can't be handled; From then on, even if you find another partner, you won't rely on him any more; From then on, heartbreak is heartbreak.

We are all fine, living in a world full of lies. Gradually, we all began to lose ourselves, struggling and hesitating, not knowing how to keep ourselves from being overwhelmed by hypocrisy, and not knowing how to find our former selves.

Growth is a kind of loss, and loss has become a scar in my heart. Time will slowly heal, but it will not return to its original appearance. Looking for love thousands of miles, stumbling all the way. In the end, you are still you, but I am not me. We will eventually become you and me.

Distant smiles and sincere wishes are still clear in warm memories. On the buttonwood, the flowers fell. Whose eyes are hazy as the wind blows tighter and tighter on the shore? An encounter enriches the scenery of the years; A thin pen can't carve a perfect parting trace. Who failed to live up to this attachment given by the fleeting time, leaving only a helpless sigh? Who made you lonely in the most beautiful years, but made loneliness so real?

On that day, you disappeared into the sea of people in a hurry, and your choked throat swirled in your throat. You can't say what you want to say, let tears fall on your chest and watch you go away and disappear at the crossroads of pain. Is it more than ten years of love, in exchange for a sad breakup?

Who else can you love if you are heartbroken? Perhaps a person's fireworks are your ultimate brilliance. Perhaps, I am too indifferent. I always let the balance of longing and waiting tilt and fall in a wrong love. Those distant days finally passed like the wind. I smiled sadly and walked alone. In those blind nights, what kind of warmth should I use to soothe that regretful loneliness?

Time flies like a song, and everything will fade away while waiting. In retrospect, I was speechless. The loneliness after turning around is endless and boundless. The tide rises and falls, and there can be no flowers. In this season of everything dying, I will seal my heart with love. Let the occasional hesitation gradually let go. We can't change everything, and who has seen the world change for whom?

If I know this, why should I know it? Have a dream, love or regret. Just let me, gently leave. Farewell to yesterday. Whether you stay or not, promise or not, my heart has grown beautiful wings. The love of the whole city has been dyed cold. A place is red and a place is lonely. We, after wordless waving, are calm!

If the heart is in harmony, all explanations are redundant! If thinking has become a ruin, why persist? Those entanglements, those intersections, can't be interpreted as the legend we want. The legendary swordsman is a thing of the past. In the long loneliness, it rains every day. Wet words can no longer grow with the light. Then, let me turn around and finish your myth.

The past dances in my heart. Suddenly found that there are always some encounters, so that we have no way to escape. There is always some understanding that we can't bear to hurt. There is always some attachment, so we have no regrets. I cried, planted a fence in my heart and said sorry for our failed relationship. Forgive me, I can't sit in a rocking chair with you and grow old together!

Time is passing and age is increasing. The more you know, the more you see through, and the less happy you are. I miss those years very much. The future is too far away to have a shape. We are simple and have no worries.

The world is bustling with people coming and going. How many people can see through everything and how many people know how to cherish it? Those elegant times, so we drift away, torn to pieces, and can no longer piece together the original perfection. Sometimes, it's really not that we don't know how to cherish, but that there is nothing we can do.

Time, like water, will eventually wash away everything in the past, but the traces left will become eternal in my heart. After a long time, you are always at the end of my reverie. The years are safe, and I am lonely and happy. Make a shallow cup of tea and watch you wave calmly in my gentle eyes. People can't help themselves in the Jianghu. From then on, I knew it was painful. Prosperity, like those yellowed scriptures, will fade away at any time.

Time is the gentlest knife in the world, and it will smooth all corners. Once, no matter how tight you hold it, you will eventually lose it. It turns out that no one belongs to anyone.

After leaving, those days of tears came. Now I know that we have changed beyond recognition because of our youth, and everything is so thin and indifferent.