Qq, who is in a bad mood, said: There is a kind of concern, which is called suffocating pain.

I thought I would always remember our past clearly, including every detail, every sentence and every paragraph, but when I wanted to remember it, I found that I had almost forgotten it, almost blank. And when I tried to forget it, it was always in my heart, lingering, lingering every night.

Once upon a time, in the face of this cold night, how many lovesickness entangles, how many cares surround, how many heartbroken laments! Silently integrate with the night, gently float in the ocean of pain! When I miss this world and that world, I cry! This kind of life is too uncomfortable, acacia surging, floating in the air of the bedroom, flying far away from the half-opened window to the boundless darkness!

When you stand in the colorful late autumn, I walk away from you with a sad smile. Past events, like smoke, moisten the annual flowering period and crush the old dreams of Iraqis. Time can make you look old or spend a barren season. However, the feelings I miss will only last forever.

Who is waiting for the sunset under the bridge to watch the sunset and listen to the face of the gurgling stream fading away? The ships under the bridge walk slowly, and the raindrops are like endless thoughts, gathering into a line, and the pace of the pedestrians gathers into a point, so that you can see the warmth and coldness of the world.

How many people meet, how many people pass by and how many people miss? Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, and finally don't know the way back. Unconsciously, I promised to wait for the pear-like meeting, but in the end, I gradually lost my youthful face in the cycle of years. But where did the man who promised to wait go now?

Never blame others for not helping you, and never blame others for not caring about you. Living in the world, we are all independent individuals, and we all have to suffer pain and discomfort. No one can really understand you, just as no one can personally understand you. If the stone hadn't hit his foot, he would never know how painful it was. On the road of life, we are all lonely walkers, and the only one who can really help you is yourself forever.

Pick up the lost dream, the broken shadow is unreal, the scenery of the post station is like passers-by, strangers to each other, drifting away. Do you remember that when you put pen to paper, a page was busy, a wisp of smoke was in front, and six feet of tears were still wet. It was just a dream, which was a euphemism for LAM Raymond crow. After turning around, you reached the end of the world. Who is it, on an unknown journey, singing nonstop and following the dim lights of the city?

How heavy the night rain is, under the lamp, who is a stranger, who is greedy in the golden years, drunk in white, shaking off the dust? Tears without candles, half-dead leaves dream of forgetting to return; Flowers are in love with butterflies, and they are drunk and tired on rainy nights. The purple stranger is numerous and complicated, and the old days are like songs, smoke and dreams. Fingertips are gentle, the rest, those years, bright sadness.

Leave, it's also your brilliant weaving, for me. The world is full of dust, what is eternity? Freeze all the memories and never touch them again. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. The prosperity that blooms for you and the old years for you have all become a finger of quicksand in your distant footsteps. After all, it is weathered.

Years, slipping from your fingertips, are no longer happy. Who lost the beauty to the fleeting time, who buried the warmth of the fingertips? Is it me or you? War raged, leaving only a piece of writing paper. Silent writing, full of dust. Dustin, first contact is great. You told me that there is a kind of concern, called choking pain.

The sunset glow is brilliant, I stand in the lonely wind, and my shadow is like fallen leaves in late autumn. The bird flew home with the story of the day. And I, waiting for you in the corner of the season, like a lotus. For you, I forgot the steps of Violet and didn't leave in a hurry. I just felt lonely and full of acacia.

A song and a glass of wine. When I leave sadness, I will wait for you for a lifetime with half a full moon. Snowfall and fireworks in Qianshan will last for several years. Can I borrow a pair of affectionate hands to play for you? When will the misty rain in Jiangnan stop? Covering mountains and rivers, I used to be plain, but I couldn't bear to see through the long separation, but I finally vowed to break the mountain and bury the beauty! Forget each other.

Acacia tears deep, Tianya bitter far away, a wisp of fallen leaves fall in the autumn wind, boundless love boundless, how to turn back to the shore? After Qian Fan, the waves will eventually disperse, looking at the distant Millennium alone and clinging to memories. Will the end of reincarnation be never to say goodbye? Who was crushed by the vicissitudes of loneliness? Whose thoughts are hidden in the tearful back? After thousands of years of sadness, who buried my last tears?

Youth is like this. You don't listen to advice, you tinker around, you enjoy happiness, you suffer, you play with tickets, you hit a wall, you toss around, you are tired, only to find that you have turned a big circle, but you have returned to the original place. However, I never regret or complain, because I may never know where I am if I don't turn this circle.

Miss this life, the wind and smoke fly, how many days and nights, condensed into words for injury, like flowers attached, who is the warmth I keep alone? Empty lingering, prosperous lips swear, that life, counting down to look forward to happiness, crushed sadness, first frost eyes, snow falling in the south of the Yangtze River, still cold, close your eyes, can't remember your complete smile, the Millennium world of mortals flooded, at this moment, my world began to snow.

Love sadness, its years have passed; If the heart is sad, whose heart is lonely; You were in my heart that year, just like a fish in the water, so lively and jubilant; At this time, you, in my dream, are just like the moon in the night sky, so far away; Time flies, and it's youth again. Day by day, quarter by quarter, I gradually watched you go away, farther and farther, like a boat in flowing water, with no berth and no ferry to park in Guazhou. I don't know where you are. My mind is geometry.

Who is whose fate, who is whose passer-by, who owes whose life, who waits for whose life. This life comes for you, and for whom will you go in the afterlife? Whose soul is lotus, dripping with tears, whose lotus heart is falling off? I asked Buddha, why is this life full of troubles and troubles? Why does it hurt?

Flowers bloom and butterflies dance and the phoenix flies. The lotus fragrance in Shui Yang has a depth of field, the cold smoke is light, the ink is dyed, the light green is covered with glory, and another spring is melancholy. The seasons change, the story ends, the years pass, the dead leaves are everywhere, the smoke is filled, lamenting that time has killed the lush face, or how much parting hate has love planted? As the sun sets, the lines of poetry wither. Hate the distance of fate, and blame the cold of heaven and earth. Clouds last forever, and the moon hangs forever. The clouds don't know that the east wind is thin, and the old moon doesn't belong to the lover. A song ends and the mountains and rivers are silent forever.

I can't stop crying and throwing red beans, I can't stop the spring flowers and I can't sleep well. After the wind and rain on the screen window, I can't forget the new worries and old grievances, and I can't swallow the jade particles and choke my throat. Thin can't be seen in the diamond mirror. Drink a cup of bitter wine of acacia, turn it into blood and tears, and glance at it without regrets, which will be a flash in the pan.

We can't go back, what a heartless sentence, what a helpless ending. No matter how clever you are, you can't write the old days. With your vividness, you can't draw a glimpse of the world. Listen to a Kubinashi rhyme song, read a book without words, and have no intention to love someone. What kind of mood is it?

For centuries, we have been lurking on the edge of reincarnation, waiting for the most beautiful stranding. However, some people and things are doomed to be lost in the dust. A drinking past and the reversal of seasons turned the bright moon into a bald head. Once again, we crossed the mountains and waded through the water for a thousand years of love. We have photographed the dust of the years, but we can't hide the endless vicissitudes that the years have carried for us with our hands.

Love hurts to leave since ancient times, giving up three thousand prosperity, just to stick to that first beauty. Once I crossed the ocean just to fulfill a dream and seek a result. Why not go back to the original point and choose to let go? Someone once said: I just wanted a hug, accidentally added a kiss, and then found that I needed a bed, a suite and a certificate. I only remembered it when I got divorced, but I just wanted a hug. Human nature is greedy and always can't let go of worldly temptations.

Memory is like a huge invisible net. Even if you do different things every day and constantly want to change your lifestyle, you still can't breathe under this huge net, and occasionally you will have a needle in your heart, which is painful. Have you ever felt this way? When faced with something, you feel that you have experienced it. It's because our souls have been here and time has been reversed. After a thousand years of reincarnation, I came back here.

Every time we leave, we will experience a pain. Just like every time we meet, you add a passion with no regrets. The past is young again, until you dress beautifully and light up all the days together. I know, this is love. But you dare not preach, for fear that you will end up with your broken heart and trembling tears.

A year is short and a year grows. Who said it and wrote it at the end of the poem? Whose thoughts were bleached by intermittent rain, the forgotten commemoration, the moment we turned around, we didn't say goodbye. There is always some nostalgia for the beautiful chapter of the story. Is it okay to fall in love at first sight, or even to have nothing to do with it?

If life is first seen, there will be no later sadness. But time can change a lot, and everything is doomed. The past is like the wind, and life is like a dream. The world of mortals is tender, a few storms, and a few meditation. If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? Behind a turning point of fate, what is left is a piece of acacia. Acacia becomes sorrow, and writing becomes sorrow. Write poetry with thoughts, and tears have been thousands of lines. Red lettering and fine print have smashed a lot of love.

Whenever love approaches, the lonely deep sea also wants someone to accompany it. The seagulls flying in the sky are crying, and the calm sea is more sad and less happy. In the years of growing up, we were all abandoned, disappointed and injured, and everyone was a fool who was beaten half to death in love; Sometimes I'm not brave enough. I'm used to leaving in the name of happiness and traveling in the name of freedom, but I don't know whose heart I've hurt by watching coldly.

I gently picked a flower on the other side and put it in your hand, trying to let go of this Millennium obsession together. There is a tear in the bud, which is accompanied by the sadness of my life. A sleeping lamp leads you across the other shore. Only once in a lifetime, a person all my life. Next to Naihe Bridge, I'll wait for you for a thousand years. My tears fell in the wind.

There is a failure called the mother of success, a love called letting go, so there is a single name.

1, ideal is the flag, faith is the torch.

2. Be a quiet woman: don't be too emotional. When you meet the right people and things, you should know how to precipitate yourself. Flowers bloom best in quiet places, and people smell better in peace; Don't be too pretentious. Elegant speech is better than luxurious appearance. The appearance goes with the times, and the connotation is with you. Don't get used to publicity; It is best not to be anxious, angry, anxious or impatient. Don't look back often, attachment is often the poison of sadness, and forgetting is actually the medicine of the soul.

Motivation often comes from two reasons, hope or despair.

4. Prepare funds according to 125% of the budget. After starting a business, there will be many places beyond the budget.

There is a kind of failure called the mother of success, a kind of love called letting go, so there is a kind of singleness called wanting to stop.

6.[ Be a passer-by, so that at least I can see you]

7. Knowing yourself correctly and consciously controlling yourself with reason is the highest sign of a person's psychological maturity.

8. Ten things to know in life:

9. In order to make life better, we have been changing the world, but sometimes what needs to be changed is ourselves, our hearts.

10, it's too hot again; Confident that anything is possible. I wish the college entrance examination a smooth sailing and a bright future.

1 1, and there is a mouth on the right, which means everyone has food; On the left side of the harmony is a sentence that everyone can say.

12, tell you the mystery that let me achieve my goal. My only strength is my persistence. Pasteur

13, the authorities are fascinated, and the onlookers are clear. ("New Tang Book Yuan Xing Chong Chuan")

14, what people hate is not change, but being changed.

15, life is worse than death. (Biography of North Shu Qi, jing yuan Ann).

16, relatives are like old cotton-padded clothes, even if they get prickly heat, they still have to protect you. A friend is like a raincoat. You wear it when you need it and put it aside after use.

17, in a few words, comfort yourself, satirize yourself and stick to yourself!

18, people can't stop the ebb and flow of the tide, but they can learn to ride the wind and waves.

19, Swallows know the ambition of swans!

20. Let the ending leave no regrets and make the process more perfect.

There is a heartache called "suit yourself" and a disappointment called "forget it"

1, learn from mistakes. Making mistakes when you are young is the only way to grow up. A lot of wisdom was bought at a young age.

There is a kind of distress called "suit yourself" and a kind of disappointment called "forget it".

3. Carve a mark in my life, which is related to the time we spent together. There are bitterness, laughter, worry, sadness and joy.

I pretended that the past was unimportant, but found that I couldn't do it.

Camels have long eyelashes. When you want to cry, you can't say your eyes are in the sand.

6. I tried to count your injuries with a smile, but in the end, tears came out of my eyes with a smile.

7, began to miss old Russia, everything before.

8. Why does it take two people's consent to like a person and only 1 person to break up?

9. Now I understand that reluctance is useless. What you can't get is illusory after all, just wasting your short youth.

10, I may be too paranoid about your love, but it is deep love.

1 1, I always feel happy when I am close to happiness, but I have to be swayed by considerations of gain and loss in the process of happiness. This is not good, and true virtue is not good.

12, people don't suffer all their lives, but they always suffer for a while. Many people have suffered all their lives in order to escape the temporary suffering.

13, I confuse people, I harm all directions, I am vulgar, I am invulnerable, I am invulnerable and difficult to burn. This is called being strong.

14, many things are better understood after being washed with tears.

15, one day I will proudly point to my heart and tell you that there are substitutions here.

There is a kind of love called caring.

Dear:

I miss you. Besides you, I still miss you. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? There is a love call; Worried. I worry about you every day. Care about how you are doing. Are you tired? How's your job? How are you? You should learn to take care of yourself. Don't work too hard. Don't make me worry about you. Do you know that?/You know what? Drink more water in hot weather and wear more clothes in cold weather. Don't make me worry about you.

By the way, the children will have their summer vacation soon. Are you going home to visit relatives, too? Remember to take care of your mother when you go back. Without mom, there would be no us. Be a dutiful son and make mom happy. You work so hard. Don't surf the internet when you are tired. Get more rest. Do you know that?/You know what? I'm fine, don't worry, don't worry. I'm fine. Honey, take care of yourself. There will be no princess in the future. You should live a good life. You promised me. You will be happy, don't break your word, ok?

Don't know why. I have always been deeply concerned and attached to you. I miss you very much. I always wanted to ask you how you were doing. But I don't know what to tell you. I don't know if you will ignore me. Will you talk to me? Every time I see you. I am really happy in my heart, but I know that every time you rush by, you don't even want to say a word to me. Why can't I forget you? Why?

Some people say that it takes one second to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Do you really want me to remember you all my life? If that's the case. Then will I be happy?

I don't love the people who love me, and the people I love don't love me. What is the truth? The truth of love? I'm so tired. Forget it, I don't want to. Prince. Take care of your health and don't let me worry about you.