Diary of love and sadness

Every love has a noisy time, and the key at this time lies in how we deal with it. Next, I collected 8 love and sadness diaries for your reference only, hoping to help you.

Love sad diary all night, quiet and deep, the rain outside the window keeps falling, holding fragrant teas, alone. The wind is uncertain, people calm down first, and the sunset should be full tomorrow.

I don't understand, in the waiting time, whether too hot feelings can last, and whether a too beautiful love will eventually become desolate? Hong Fei has been worried about every word, and his feelings are unimaginable. Imagine a beautiful dream that can't be reached, knowing that the result of waiting is painful but unable to change, which is the most helpless. The four seasons are constantly flowing, Yan Fei is yesterday, but the wait is still endless.

Flowers are bright, but love remains the same. After all, women withered themselves in waiting and forgot their love. After all, waiting without regrets is the barren love in their hearts. There is a feeling that since we can't be together, why wait for a lifetime? Youth is fleeting, and beauty is old! If a man can't give you the future you want, why waste your youth and emotion on him? In the world of mortals, there will eventually be a feeling that you are waiting in the distance. I understand, but my inner suffering, struggle and troubles are bothering me all the time, making people feel helpless, helpless, hopeful and struggling.

I vaguely saw him coming from the dead of winter, listening to the sound of snowflakes falling with me. I narrowed my eyes as if I saw the flowers in spring, but he turned away without attachment or sneer. I turned this feeling into a locust tree on the roadside that he must pass through. When acacia tears turn into drizzle and fall on trees, flowers bloom. The missed lines are full of helplessness, but he just ignores them silently. No matter how long I stretch my shadow, how can he understand what I said unintentionally?

I met him at the best age. He floated into my life like snowflakes and melted into my bones. But he is like a floating cloud, erratic, and those years, like a dream, are gone forever, like running water, without crying or leaving, without resentment or sadness. This ancient world of mortals still does not see the traces of mottled years. In the secular and flashy years, constant sadness scattered all over the place, shaking off the tears of my life. For thousands of days and nights, my heart was half open for him, but he didn't come after all. And I, too, am looking for someone in the world of mortals.

Women have exhausted their strength for this relationship, that is, they are persistent, unyielding, and ultimately exhausted. I know I shouldn't wait, and I dare not force myself again. There is nowhere to say before the wind, alas! Youth is like duckweed, drifting with the tide, and the beautiful years of youth have already turned into catkins in the long wait and drifted all day. On the last night, I was alone with a feeling of despair and stranded the past in my life. But I've been worried about him. However, at the moment, who has seen the helplessness of waiting for the yellow flowers everywhere? Who knows the helplessness of the lonely goose?

"Waiting is an elegant gesture that impetuous people can't do. Everyone can say "love you", but few people dare to say "wait for you". The true concentration of love is measured by waiting. People who share time with it are people who share life together. The deepest oath in the world is not "I love you", but "I wait for you". Su Cen

Waiting is a glass of wine, the longer the better. Stick to it and wait for happiness. On the contrary, it is a fire that burns youth. The longer it lasts, the more it drips, and finally it disappears and is covered with scars. Heartfelt, I appreciated it at that time, but now it's ruined and always sentimental. Sometimes, I have delusions and suddenly doubt that you realize that I am crazy to count the stars in spring. Such a beautiful spring should be in and out. However, the voice is slow, spring flowers are in full bloom in summer, autumn grass is in full bloom in winter, day after day, year after year, so I look forward to that return.

In this fleeting time, how I want to protect that oath. But time is waiting for me, and the happiness of the past will be locked in the door of meditation forever. What followed was despair and loss after disillusionment. Actually, I know I can't do it. But I have been reluctant to leave, I would rather bear acacia and wander the world. Helpless, it is the end of spring, so I have to pick up the lovesickness all over the place in despair and feel sad alone.

Every spring, we have to cross the coldest days and reach the core of life. Every woman is bound to experience a lot of unbearable loneliness, pain and sadness in order to make her heart mature and full.

Countless times, I saw him come back from horseback in my dream, and I stayed in the misty and rainy alley in the south of the Yangtze River to meet him again. When I woke up, I saw faint smoke and melancholy lingering on the windowsill.

Dream a dream and hate it all your life. It's like a fleeting time, like a dream, and like running water gone forever, my heart is full of acacia every day, and it hurts and hurts.

If he really loves you, why do women wait? Perhaps learning to let go is the wisdom of life. Only by letting go can we free our hands and seize our own happiness and happiness. But I didn't understand until the end of my youth.

Gently open the window leaf, let the breeze blow the hair tip and kiss the cheek. The night is silent.

Looking at your distant back, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and finally rushed out of my eyes, down my cheeks, and surged down ... Your indifference pushed me into the abyss of pain again; Your unrequited love has ruined me. What is love in the world? Why do you make me infatuated with you?

At the beginning, in order to be with you, I gave up my superior life and high-paying job and lived with you in a strange city. I think, with love, no matter how bitter it is, it will bloom in spring. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Love is just a beautiful flower. After the flowering period, it will fall again and again. So is love. After romance, it is a dull life. Passion used to be a trivial daily necessities. After all, life goes on.

At the beginning, we were still in love. Although the days are hard, we care about each other and feel bad for each other, and we keep everything delicious for each other. I remember in winter, it was as cold as icehouse in the small rented room. No matter how many clothes you wear, you can't resist the cold. So, we embraced in the quilt and warmed each other with each other's body temperature. You held me tight and said, I'm so happy. I asked, why do you say that? You answered me with a sweet smile, because your love warmed me. In your arms, I am not cold at all. Isn't this a feeling of happiness? I smiled, silly girl. The nose is sour. I said, I can't give you the life you want now, but I promise, I will redouble my efforts to make money and make our days happier and happier. You don't talk. Hold me tight, hold me tight.

Outside the window, it snowed all over the sky. Since then, I have worked hard and worked part-time. You are also very frugal and never waste a penny.

A few years later, we not only lived in this city, but also bought a big house. Looking at the decorated house, luxurious furniture and you around me, I feel that my happy life has begun. However, to my surprise, a happy life keeps you away from me. Hold on to your hand. I asked you why you left me with tears in my eyes. We survived those hard days in the past, and now life is good. You don't want me? Why? You said with a straight face, I'm tired. No more words. Is that a reason? Along the way, our love was bitter and sweet, but on the day we broke up.

Perhaps, the fate has been exhausted, and it is futile to force love. Just, these years of feelings, are they all lies? "Walking through skyscrapers and feeling the blur of neon lights can really make you forget your past lives and be a dust in the city from now on, regardless of joys and sorrows." This thin and indifferent remark comes from Dong Er, the author of the Chinese online novel "The Wind and Smoke are fleeting".

In my opinion, what Dong Er said is right and wrong. Yes, when love is gone, life goes on. Go out early and return late every day and shuttle between skyscrapers. Fantastic neon lights may make me forget my past lives and float quietly like a dust. However, have I really neglected my emotions?

I think even if I don't care, I'm afraid it's hard to forget. After all, two people once loved each other so much.

All I can do is wait for you in my memory. ...

Love sad diary late at night, the sea breeze madly hits the window beside the bed, mixed with the lightness of the adjacent bed, and I feel sleepy. Like the sea breeze of the earth, beside my clear will, I am playing passionate love songs. With a sledgehammer, I beat the deepest love clock in my heart. I pray the sunrise will come soon, because I can see your direction at sunrise.

Close your eyes, blowing a gust of wind, how I wish it was a hug, your ecstatic cry, and mine. My mind is quiet. After the silence, I found that you were not with me. At this time, only the sea breeze can connect you and me emotionally.

I wanted to travel very much before, because only traveling can create a brand-new self in a short time. I am relaxed and happy in a strange environment, and every point will be full of freshness and curiosity for me, just like moving a stone and loading a handful of mud when traveling in the past. But now I find that I have changed, really changed. When I arrive at a place, I feel eager to go home. I know why, and I have an accurate answer ... I am really happy with you.

Hazy and bright. I got up and stood in front of the French window, trying to find the other side of the sea. The layers of waves make me a little confused. At this time, if I were a boat floating on the sea, the sea breeze would definitely blow me in your direction.

We are the front and back tables of high school. Like all the youth dramas with dog blood, he will patiently tell me some scientific topics that I will never understand and take care of my emotions carefully, but I will never define this as ambiguity, because I know that we can't stand love.

At the end of the last subject of the college entrance examination, he walked into my exam classroom, dragged me on the table like a pool of mud, and tried his best to make all kinds of jokes to relax me. He knows me very well, and he also knows what the college entrance examination means to me. He dragged me shopping and stupidly asked me what to wear to the class party tonight, and asked me to help me choose clothes. Out of a playful mentality, I went to the women's clothing section and picked out some lovely coats to change into for him. He poked his head out of the fitting room and said weakly, "I'll let you have a look, so I won't go out." I dragged him out hard, and the young salesgirl giggled and watched. It's natural to think of campus romance, a couple flirting, and their eyes are a little drunk, just standing there, as if they were taken away from reality by memory. This must be a girl with a story.

In the evening, I sang K in a KTV room and secretly drank a few bottles of wine. He dragged me out of the room, and loud music surrounded me, stimulating the spread of alcohol in the body. He clumsily uttered a long speech, which was more like reciting a love letter than a confession. It seems that he has been preparing for a long time. He lowered his head and faced his parents like a child who had made a mistake. I just smiled and pretended to vomit, and he quickly helped me to the toilet. Finally escaped, I let out a long sigh in the toilet. Holding cold water to wash my face, I tried to wake myself up. I can't tell whether the blush on my face is due to alcohol or shyness. What I didn't expect was that he had been waiting for me at the door. I used an excuse to go back to rest and exhaled several female companions to return together. He was hard to follow and left alone.

That night, many photos were sent in the group. Many of them were him standing on the table, screaming, and there were many beer bottles piled around. Nobody knows what happened, and nobody cares. The sadness of graduation makes people unable to think about other issues.

After the results of the college entrance examination came out, he went to other provinces to serve as a soldier, and I stayed in this city to study as a teacher. Even on the map, the distance between the two schools is far away.

I remember that when the teacher visited us in the dormitory before the college entrance examination, he said, "I want to go to college and be openly and sweetly in love." Yes, after the college entrance examination, I got rid of the shackles of puppy love, gained freedom, but lost the person I liked. There are photos of a couple everywhere on campus. How can I not envy them? He will contact me when he has a gap in the military school. He said he would wait for me. But what's the use? I'm afraid of loneliness. What I want is to walk in the street in the dark and be held and relied on. What I want is a warm hug when I am sad and helpless. What I want is a simple happiness that can accompany me, but you can't. Your love can only be conveyed to you through the microphone.

The end of all this, when I accidentally looked through your notes, has reached a conclusion. So I run away from your kindness and ignore your gentleness. I'm sorry, you are very kind, but you can't give me the company I want.

Love and sadness log 5 If meeting in this life is doomed, why are you involved now? I never dreamed that there would be any communication between us You are a happy fish. You are always so free. Meeting me has become the limit of your life. I thought it was too easy to let go of your pain. I didn't expect that the pain now is several times that before. I've been thinking about how you expressed your feelings to me at the beginning. If I were you, I wouldn't say it. I am the one who has been watching silently! Simple gaze makes you happy. You say you like rainy days, but I hate rainy days. I'm afraid of your handsome appearance in the rain. Psychologically, it's pathetic! You still don't care about my feelings, and I don't know that everything I care about is related to you! Hello, everyone is fine. I didn't worry you because I knew someone would care.

All I know is that I love you and can't live without you. Although the time with you was short, it was my happiest time. I feel happy when I am with you. Even if we do nothing but look at you silently, your fake smile and your eyes will fascinate me. This is my happiest time. I just want you and love you. I told you before that since you were here, no one can enter my heart.

Six clouds are the story of wind and mountains are the story of water, but I am not your story. Chen Xiansen, I came to this city with you to say goodbye to my last stupidity, but this time I have no status to hug you again.

I've been dreaming a lot recently. When we first met, you were a promising young manager and I was a rookie clerk who just graduated. When we met, it was like a dream. In fact, I did have an unrealistic dream. I woke up, you left, I was addicted to it. I will always remember the last message I sent you. I hope you will be happy to have someone to drink with you in the future. In fact, this is the most unspoken thing I have ever said. I don't want to make you happy at all. The thought that one day you will marry and have children happily with another girl in a place I don't know makes me crazy with jealousy. Then I went to many places. Time is really a good medicine to cure emotional pain. Nothing can be diluted by time. You in my heart have been buried in the long river of time, and I only think of you occasionally.

I remember the road we walked together, the restaurant we went to together, every word you said, every sad and happy expression. Obviously, I am a forgetful person, but I always remember that you are covered with thorns, but I am unprepared for you and always lose in a big mess. A phone call and a short message from you always make me happy for a long time.

I always understand that the gap between us is an insurmountable natural barrier. I've never been good enough for you, and I can't keep up with your footsteps. I can only watch you go further and further behind you until goodbye. Tell me over the phone with tears, but I'm afraid I can't stand it if you say it, because I find that I really love you. I have done many things that I have never done before. I washed clothes for a boy for the first time, went out late at night to pick up a drunk for the first time, and broke my principles again and again. You're sorry to announce the end of this relationship. I am driven crazy, tormenting myself and losing sleep every night. It is the companionship and enlightenment of my friends that let me walk out slowly, but I will lose my mind and close my heart. After meeting you, I don't think anyone can be as good as you. They are always close.

Meet the sunshine and meet you. Maybe you are my sunshine. Before, I always thought that being different is the best choice. I can't let go, there is a vague shadow in my heart. I want to be closer to you, but the reality is always so difficult.

I let myself go and I let you go. Chen Xiansen, I really like you, but I'm not with you.

I thought my heart no longer hurts, but I always think of you inadvertently and don't want to recall, but everything will emerge inadvertently. At the end of the road, I was the only one reading the inscription.

Standing on the ferry of the world of mortals, quietly lying in the meditation of the years, the pictures in my mind sometimes retreat and sometimes emerge. At this moment, I climbed the branch of memory, for nothing but the faint wait in my heart and the faint affection in my eyes! Once upon a time, waiting became my whole life. Once upon a time, waiting became a beautiful expectation. Tonight, I must be another sleepless night, perhaps, still attached to a beautiful existence! Still miss this world, maybe this is my life, confused, but hard to give up.

At night, the lonely starry sky is slowly shrouded, and the autumn wind outside the window is blowing faintly. In the computer, it is still the sad song, as if everything had been rendered. In my mind, those past events are vivid as if they happened yesterday. I don't want to remember those pictures, but they are like bubbles that keep appearing in the water and can't stop. Is life like this? When life becomes a burden, it is also expected.

This society is too realistic. At first, I had a little hope that everything in this darkness would change. Sometimes I want to express my helplessness, only to find that I really don't have the courage and find myself alone! Every time I want to tell, I finally swallow those words back to my heart, because I know that some things are destined to be buried forever, dusty in the deepest memory!

Over time, I gradually began to get used to this almost tilted world. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this society, but there is something wrong with the thinking of social people! Sometimes my heart really hurts. This is an unspeakable pain. Maybe it's suffering! No matter how painful it is, sometimes I really want to talk to someone. After thinking for a long time, I found that the thoughts in my mind were finally eroded by memory and years, and my heart could not find a harbor! Finally, I had to close my eyes and listen to sad music to soothe my pain.

I don't know if I am not strong enough, or if I have too many unknown stories in my heart. Whenever I want to cry and feel sad and helpless, I can only taste the bitterness alone. If I am weak, who can be strong for me? Maybe others think I am an optimistic person, but they don't know that there are many unspeakable stories behind optimism, but I still smile and continue my sad life, knowing that I am very tired, but I still continue this life!

Sometimes, you can only tell yourself from the bottom of your heart to be strong! This may be your life, leaving you with your own choice, although it is only those helplessness and face, although, suffering from some unknown pain, one day everyone will understand! When I wake up from my thoughts, how I hope to have such a day! In my sad world, there is only one memory left, and perhaps no one will ever understand that there is reason to tell whether it is happiness or sadness! Even if no one understands sadness, it is enough for you to understand it yourself.

Sometimes, no matter how happy you are, your heart is still sad. I don't know why. Happiness and happiness are often so short-lived, just like the moment of splashing water is beautiful, but they are all short-lived, just like our love road. When I didn't feel complete happiness and happiness, I woke up from my dream. I was so nostalgic. I wanted to go back to my dream again, but I couldn't go back. I can only keep the memory of my dream in my heart, leaving countless beautiful and lingering thoughts. I want to get rid of this life.

Sometimes I think that there is a limit to everything. Too much often backfires. Is there a time in my life? As the saying goes, there is deep pain in love. It seems that love and pain are in direct proportion. Love is supposed to make people feel happy. Why is it associated with pain? It may be because the feelings are too deep, but it is more likely to cause harm! My world may not be understood by many people. In the face of this tilted world, my inner sadness and many unspeakable pains can only be felt and experienced by myself …

Looking for marriage in the world may be tired and hurt by love! Love is too deep, it is easy to see scars, which seems to confirm this sentence. Only when I hurt deeply do I know the taste of sadness. My heart will be broken only if it hurts deeply. I can't escape the sad figure, the long-lost silence and the yearning in my heart. Let me knock on the keyboard again and write down my truest feelings! Leave the best memories, those pains can only be tasted alone, because I know that not many people really know me, so I choose to be strong, and no matter how much pain can only be hidden in the deepest part of my heart.

At night, I taste the bleak autumn again. Autumn is no longer the past autumn, and the wind is no longer the past wind. Looking at the dark night sky, I suddenly feel that I can never get rid of it. There are many reasons, but I can't find the reason, just like I saw it clearly, but I couldn't catch it. So I choose to forget. Between bowing my head and looking up, I choose to walk on the dividing line between remembering and forgetting. The leaves outside the window are blown by the wind again, which sounds like a wonderful song.

I don't know what kind of mood I am at the moment. The leaves on the branches outside the window rustled by the wind, and everything seemed so peaceful. Such time will always fade away unconsciously, just like passing by the beach, just like walking over and looking back. The only thing left to pursue is the vicissitudes of life and the memory of the cone heart, remembering those past things.

It's been a long time, and I'm busy. Suddenly, I have some absurd ideas floating from my heart. If those memories are incomplete and can be exchanged for the feelings of a long time ago, how would I choose? Do you still need the precipitation of Sansheng fireworks? If life can be repeated, I choose a quiet life, walk safely and enjoy the comfort of the sunset. Unfortunately, these are all assumptions in my heart, which can never replace those existing facts and that sad memory!

Feeling lonely is a clear spring, flowing from the inside out, from the outside in, repeatedly. Sad to no tears, faint sadness, irresistible. Then you are not sad or happy, just like watching your loneliness.

I have always felt that loneliness and sadness are inseparable, and when I am lonely, I will naturally think of some sad things. Then you are lonely and sad. This world is not a lonely space, but my heart is lonely. I dare not let others in, and I can't escape.

I have been busy looking for a job recently, and all the confusion has followed. When people get lost, they want to go to busy places or meet busy people. Seek a force to drive away the lost desolation. Everyone who writes lyrics is lonely and can only talk to himself in his own world. No one understood, no one accompanied, no one comforted. Then more and more sadness and loss. Xidan is the place with the most tourists in Beijing. After a boring day at home, I always want to find a place where there are many people to walk and get some air. Watching people come and go in the street. Small groups, talking and laughing. It seems that there are many happy things in this world. And then stop feeling lonely. I've been reading Liu Tong's Who's Youth Is Not Confused. After graduation, I have been wandering in a confused circle and can't get out. Maybe everyone will go through this stage, sooner or later. In the end, you need enough courage to cross.

For love. I don't ask much, and companionship is the longest confession. As long as I am around, or coquetry, or unreasonable, as long as she is around, I can't be full of happiness in my words. Every relationship will be lost and lost if it is deeply loved. Thinking that I love her, I will leave eventually, but I know that I love her passionately. When I am alone, I always listen to music with headphones. No social noise, no strangeness of the city, and then get a moment of inner peace.