Classic sad sentences, every sentence hurts.

I don't know who to wait for, and no one will return to heaven.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm passionate about it. what can I do? I am as beautiful as flowers and jade, and finally I get lost, like water passing by.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.

The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Who makes the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred.

Finally ended all this love affair, and my heart returned to my left chest. You are still that brilliant angel, but this time you didn't appear in my life, and the halo on your head has long since passed away. The angel in my life who is deeply loved by me flutters her wings and flies to the night. ...

Drink sake slowly, who will swallow tears. Looking forward to, who will call your name again.

Ten thousand ideas, many solutions, can only rely on loneliness and disgust. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.

Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

No one can enjoy happiness all his life. If you want to live a lifetime, you can't guarantee happiness forever. Only experienced, will understand; Only after suffering do you know how happy a happy event is; Only when you have loved, do you know the feeling of heartache; Only by paying can you get a return; Only after hard work do we know that happiness is actually very difficult; Only when you have experienced failure can you know that success is so difficult.

Talking about graduation season _ Talking about graduation season classic WeChat sentimental signature encyclopedia graduation season classic WeChat sentimental signature encyclopedia I don't pursue material happiness, as long as we can be together, how can you not watch it?

Passing clouds and passing water, how much sadness is there now? In the command room, people are all wrong, and human feelings are hard to break.

Loneliness is like the silence of the moon, like a lotus. The lonely moon alone reflects the sleepless night, and the lights are deep and shallow.

What withers is the beauty of flowers, what falls is broken tears, and what is irreparable is the sin of past lives.

Be reserved, muddle along and don't haggle over every ounce. There are no fish in the water, and there are no apprentices in people. No one will stay with anyone for life. Just remember something. -"Rose Bubble"

Looking back on the day when Toringi first met, it was really a world of mortals.

Peach blossoms and laughter in the spring breeze are hard to find. Where are you together? How can you be together?

Draw an axis, the iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, blooming like bamboo shoots, and the night is like me.

Qixia misty clouds, green hills and white clouds, Tao Mochou, but countless tears.

The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame.

A person leaned against the bar, deserted. The heart remains the same, tears are on the sleeves. Do you know Iraq in the distance?

White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.

On a cold night, fireworks were burning, and he looked at the lights again. Shiqiao was a stranger, but she was not there.

The food is light and the tea is cold, the lights are extinguished, and a pair of thrush birds are worse than eyebrows.

Fingers on the world of mortals, slightly drunk smile, Long song, on the bright moon, drinking in the breeze.

In the year of Jinse Flower, a broken string, I cherish the fleeting time. Have you ever met the end of the world?

Knowing that you are drunk, the beauty sings water and flies south with tears in her eyes. The red yarn hangs down, speechless and choking.

Ling Hua's bronze mirror is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, leaving the daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

At night, the voice outside the window, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, until I know I am alone.

Snuff was injured and fell to the ground one after another. When he came home, the mountains were vast and foggy. Shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that both places have done their best to bury this body and mind alone.

Elegant things before ten flowers: choose flowers as friends, take utensils near, taste flowers well, appreciate flowers with virtue, soak them, and have guests. Flowers are beautiful in spring, picked in summer, fragrant osmanthus trees in autumn, soft flowers in winter and thin soil. High and low density, natural demeanor, a bottle of flowers in the morning and evening, against luxury.

Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears are red and moving.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

I am bent on leaving home and worrying about it!

Accustomed, accustomed to the abandonment of this world, accustomed to the stinging of street lamps, accustomed to the entanglement of cicadas this summer, accustomed to a person's night, also accustomed to forgetting the taste.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today.

I forgot which year, which month and which day, and on which wall I carved a face-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. We laughed and said that we stayed in the original place of time, but it had already been swept away silently by the torrent.

People are like Qiu Hong, and things are like spring dreams.

After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year?

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.