The diary of loving someone but not daring to say it is not too obvious.

1 Open the curtain, there are seven colors of sunshine.

Whether you admit it or not, you have to move on. A person, listening to music, watching movies, reading books ... turns loneliness into quiet happiness.

The lake is calm, not because she doesn't know how to flow, but because she has learned to hide.

Some things, if you don't say it, can have thousands of possibilities. Once said, there are only two left, success or failure. And success will eventually become failure.

Quietly watching, silently thinking, the forest garden fish first, but finally can not retreat, forming a net. Then, gently close a door and seal the helpless past in the deep water port of memory with your smiling face.

And these, you will never know-a person's sadness.

All the stories

Will come to an end

All the true feelings

Tell me earlier.

Don't wait until autumn.

Just say the spring breeze is blowing.

Don't wait to say goodbye.

Say I really loved it.

If you have love in your heart, say it.

Spell her daughter's shyness.

I'm not afraid of you laughing at me.

Not afraid of your silence

I'm afraid you don't know me

If you have love in your heart, say it.

Not much to say.

If you are tired

If you leave me,

Who else can you tell?

Who will say? I just want you to know: I love you!

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I once loved a person like this: the loved one knows, but the loved one doesn't know.

Is this a secret love?

When I was in love, I thought about him all day. He has a beautiful proverb,

Thinking, why did he say that? Who is he talking to? What's the use? He accidentally

A glance will make you tremble, happy, sad and depressed. Afraid he won't look at the room

Already, I am also afraid that he will see himself, and I am even more afraid that he will gently sweep the corner that he seems to ignore.

Let's go I'll take it with me again, and it seems completely inferior. Yi seems to know everything. Feel like

He saw it or he ignored it. I finally got a chance to talk to him.

A few words, like a good year in a barren landscape, are captured day and night in school.

After thinking back and forth, I have to squeeze out the bone marrow of that sentence. Looking at him from a distance, my heart

Mao Mao is in the room, empty, itchy and tired, uncomfortable and comfortable in guessing.

Take it. Either go to heaven or go to hell-or he put it in heaven and hell.

Between.

When I was in love, I tried my best to inquire about all his past events and secretly recalled:

Details of every move, and when you do all this, act like a spy and don't want him to know.

I'm afraid others will get suspicious, too. Give him whatever you want, and then decide whether to listen or not.

Looks like it. Never mention his name first unless someone else says it. Others say so.

Dare to keep special silence. At this time, the most anticipated thing is that he can stand in a conspicuous place.

Place, so you have the freedom to meet him and talk about him with everyone. Every time I know someone,

Yes, I carved a point in my heart and more points. Even a clear line, the length of the line.

Yes Just tick off the well-defined picture. You know the cause and effect of this person better than anyone else.

Veins, mountains, mountains, I know the appearance of every tree on every slope, and the appearance of every tree on every tree.

The appearance of leaves.

When you are in love, sometimes your heart is full of water. Wet and full like water.

Rivers. But sometimes it is empty, like a naked stone spreading on the river bed. sometimes

My heart is soft and moist, like a willow tip growing in the rain. Sometimes it's boring,

Dry, like burning firewood. While examining, I doubt myself.

Love yourself, pity yourself and comfort yourself. Look at your own

Look, also don't know what to do. Sometimes it's impulsive, you tell him, but

Afraid of hearing the most terrible result. Just talk, but you can't die.

A fresh heart. So I was angry with him and said nothing. I hated myself for being worthless.

I always look forward to what others say, but I am confused about whether I need to say it. I am ashamed that I don't have the courage to say it right.

They said it first. So it's like this, people say it in their mouths first, but not in their eyes, but in every hair.

Every sweat hole is talking. If you don't stop talking, the water will overflow the golden mountain.

As the days passed, I still said nothing. How many years have passed, and I still haven't said it.

That man is like a pot of wine, hidden in a kiln. Occasionally open it and smell it, and I feel full of heart.

Mellow. It's all my one-man show, my kindness. At this point, that

It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. No, it's best not to know that man.

Tao, this is purer. In such a pure world, the food is your own, and so is the cook.

Himself, the person who eats vegetables is still himself. Just as love is yourself, it is rewarding to know that this love is yourself.

Remember this love or yourself. I sipped my cup of time,

I'm drunk.

At this moment, I realized that it turned out that

This kind of love is not sad. No worldly bondage, no wordy tail, no vulgarity.

Brilliant, no turbid juice. Concise, neat, clean and complete. such

Love is as classical as a temple thousands of years ago and as clear as a bridge built by curved stars. fresh

It is as beautiful as it was born in spring-it was painted with goose yellow early.

This kind of love is really good

In short, the cause of gathering, parting is always helpless. It's hard to hate this feeling without blaming God for creating man.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you know you love each other but can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not being together when you know you love each other, but pretending you don't know ... how much sadness, how much joy and how much inexplicable taste you can't resist this yearning!