If you talk about it

First, if the heart has no place to live, it is wandering around. A heart that is too soft can't be opened at will, but it can only continue to wander with a hard shell.

Third, I just love you and want to be with you. I'm not afraid that you will hurt me. I love you enough.

Fourth, the happiness on the face is visible to others. Who can feel the pain inside me?

5. Since this road has been decided, why ask how long it will take?

6. Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed.

Seven, the journey of life, everyone is busy meeting all kinds of people, thinking that this is to enrich life. But the most valuable meeting is to meet yourself again at a certain moment, and then you will understand that traveling around the world is just to find a way back to your heart.

Eight, nothing can't be forgotten. I will always forget you in the future, first forget your appearance, then forget your voice and forget what you said. Not now, but later.

Nine, I am alone, just waiting for the end of the world.

Occasionally, you will find me and contact me, and your sudden appearance will still stir my heartstrings. However, I also learned to pretend to you, neither cold nor hot, neither salty nor light, and smile mercilessly. I won't shed those cheap tears again. Then listen to you whisper: you have changed.

Eleven, we are all so scattered in the wind of the years, looking back, but we can't see the traces of being together, although we worked so hard together.

The most painful feeling in the world is not lovelorn, but that I give my heart to you and you cheat me.

Thirteen, my heart is indifferent, he is diligent, so it is not necessary.

14. I always have you in my heart, but the proportion has changed.

15. Love is always better than reality, not only when we meet, but also when we say goodbye. We thought that love was very deep, and the years to come would let you know that it was only very shallow. The deepest and heaviest love must grow with time.

Sixteen, love has come and gone, and I have hated infatuation. I will understand that everything is wrong after I have been hurt.

Seventeen, if life is just like the first time, only the Tao is ordinary.

Please don't play with me, I have been vaccinated.

Nineteen, be a warm girl, be a girl who loves to laugh. Be happy, know how to be happy, be happy and infect people around you. Occasionally willful, but not sharp. Occasionally sensitive, but not neurotic. I am willing to share all the happy and unhappy things with you. If you are happy, just smile and let everyone know. When you are sad, you cry and pretend nothing happened. Occasionally, just an encouraging smile can convince yourself to continue to be strong.

Don't dislike that parents can't learn computers! Because you never know how they took pains to teach you to read when you were a child!

Many times we are hurting the people who love us the most, but when we suddenly wake up, we find that time has not given us a chance to say sorry.

22. If there is a distance of 1000 steps between us, as long as you finish 1 step, I will finish the remaining 999 steps in your direction.

Twenty-three, lost a crooked neck tree, and the whole forest.

Twenty-four, one day when you think of me, time has precipitated all the mistakes, and you have learned not to ask why. Until one day, love begins to be stingy, will you miss the original heat? Go through your own twists and turns all the way until one day, choose one person to help each other.

Twenty-five, sometimes, I suddenly lose confidence; Sometimes, I don't have the courage; Sometimes, I will be willful. I will be moved to tears for small things, and I will be too excited to sleep for small things. I will listen to sad songs when I am sad, and share them with people who care about me when I am happy.

Twenty-six, don't say love easily, your promise is the debt you owe!

Twenty-seven, go, or go, leaving only an empty shell; Stay or stay, my heart has taken root again.

Twenty-eight, the missed years have blossomed in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

29. The most extravagant person in the world is someone who is willing to spend time with you. Time flies, if I give you time, I will give you my own world.

30. I know there is no problem between you and me, but I forgot how to step back. All the promises I made were lost by time.

Thirty-one, waiting may not be easy; Destruction is easy.

If life is first seen, the Tao is ordinary.

1, I really love you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself.

2. Thank those who have loved deeply, no matter how much they hurt Chu, thank you. After all, they once loved each other deeply and walked happily together.

3. The air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.

4. Love makes two people from unfamiliar to familiar, and from familiar to unfamiliar. Love is a game that turns a pair of strangers into lovers and a pair of lovers into strangers.

5. Who will give me calm love and accompany me to see the fleeting scenery?

6, forget the years, forget the pain, forget your bad, we will always be never say goodbye.

7. I don't want to be an episode in your life, I just want to be a perfect ending in your life.

8. My thoughts have become a web. The tighter the net is woven, the more it reaches my heart. I stopped after a dull pain.

9. Wait. This may not be easy; Hurt. But it's simple.

10, many times I am doing something calmly, drinking water, losing sleep, and then suddenly I miss you very painfully. It really hurts. It makes me bend down and cry.

1 1, I've been waiting all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.

12, I squatted on the side of the road and cried like a child.

13, I can feel your heartache, and you have helplessness that you can't say. But you act like you don't care, and the more you do, the worse I feel.

14, I don't want to hang myself under your tree, because it will bring you trouble, but I can't help myself. Is it wrong to like someone?

15, what is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

16, no oath, no promise, you can't escape after all: goodbye, no matter how beautiful, is only a moment.

17, thank you for your rudeness and let me learn to give up.

18, feelings can be transferred, marriage can be frozen at any time, passion can be overdrawn, and love sells for a good price.

19, since we can't be together, let that emotion stay in our hearts and memories.

20. others can see the happiness on their faces. Who can feel the pain inside me?

2 1. The day you left, I decided not to cry. I braved the wind and tried not to blink.

22. Commitment is used to counter all changes. Change is eternal, and we can only restrict the change of the world with eternal promises. What can't last forever is not a promise. Commitment is very expensive, if you respect your personality.

23. Let the once gentleness continue to warm the heart that is no longer hot.

24. If life is like the first time, it is unusual to just know.

25. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't insist on.

26. Waiting for the truest happiness requires God's arrangement, from the beginning to the end, from thick to light, and finally it is true.

27. The hourglass of time has precipitated an inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows.

28, try to put down, go or not, stay or not, I don't want to understand?

29. All the pain is hidden in a surly smile. The more you laugh, the more painful you are, and the more heartless you are.

30. I'm not afraid that the road is too far and I can't find the end. I'm afraid the two worlds can't draw a circle.

3 1, we agreed to let go, agreed not to stay for each other, but recalled whether to go or not.

All I care about is your humble flattery. Why should I pawn my youth for you without regret?

If life is like the first time, then only knowing that Tao is ordinary.

First, thinking about some past events in that corner is a bit by bit, a vague memory, and tears flow down like tap water.

Second, I am willing to set you free.

If I go back to the original point, I will wipe the tears from your cheeks, boy, don't cry.

Fourth, don't be persistent, he doesn't feel bad.

I always can't understand your expression, even if you are smiling, I will feel very sad.

Six, some things, even if we don't let go, will sneak away.

7. Thinking about you is like saying something you can't say. I think it's the hardest thing that you can't see or touch.

Eight, if you don't let go, you won't find out whether what you have always wanted is worth your own efforts.

Nine, no matter how beautiful, it is just a memory in the past.

Ten, the sieve of memory, sifted out countless past events, leaving love and the crystallization of love, occupying almost all my memories.

Everyone has an indelible name in his heart.

Twelve, accustomed to uncomfortable, accustomed to missing, accustomed to waiting for you, but never accustomed to not seeing you.

If you don't like me, you can choose to commit suicide or pretend to be blind.

Does it hurt? Then why not let go? Because of reluctance

Fifteen, you run away slowly, and I gradually put it down. Isn't this the freedom we want?

Sometimes letting go is also a kind of happiness.

I tried to close the refrigerator door slowly to see when the light went out.

18. Will you remember me after many years?

Nineteen, it is better to let go if there is no retreat.

Twenty, I am afraid that time will leave me to struggle alone.

Twenty-one, look at my memory and treat you as a person.

Twenty-two, nothing is reliable.

Only by locking you in my heart can I feel at ease, and no one can walk into my heart again.

Twenty-four, there is such a number, you will never call, never delete.

Twenty-five, if life is just like the first time, only the Tao is ordinary.

Twenty-six, it is obvious that he and I will always be people from two worlds, facing each other across the sea, and there is no chance in this life. Only by letting go can it last forever.

Twenty-seven, flowers fall into the sea, missing disaster.

Maybe, one day, we will hold each other's hands and forget each other.

Twenty-nine, people who particularly like me are dying, people who like me are all patients, people who don't like me are all minor illnesses, and people who hate me are all discharged from the hospital. ...

30. Laugh with tears, laugh with tears. So you're tired of laughing.

Thirty-one, dry the sweat for you, shelter from the wind and rain, and accept the tears. That's a lover.

Only those who work hard to the end are qualified to say put it down.

Thirty-three, go when you are sleepy, and go when you are tired.

I suddenly feel tired.

35. Every breath, every time I close my eyes, I miss you more.

Talking about ancient customs: If life is just like the first time, Tao is unusual.

First, cold, cold, forever old, human vicissitudes. Love to cry, it's hard to give up, my heart is empty, and I can't let go if I want to. At dawn, I lit my tears, dried them, and hesitated at the pillow.

Second, Buddha is the past experience, and man is the future Buddha. Buddha was once as naive as us.

Third, if I have the right day, I will kill all the people in the world who have failed me.

Fourth, don't be sad, because there are already many scars in your heart; Don't complain about sadness, because time is not over yet; Don't ask about dispersion, because the present is eternity.

5. It is the beauty of flowers that withers, the broken tears that fall, and the sins of past lives that are irretrievable.

Sixth, brewing past feelings into wine will make you drunk slowly and stop worrying.

Seven, the humanitarian sea is deep, less than half. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

Eight, dyed fire maple forest, Qionghu song month, leaning against the building in Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

Nine, living in the city, let your heart bloom a pure white lotus in the noisy world of mortals.

Ten, a attack on Tsing Yi, dyeing a tree, two sleeves of moonlight, telling the peerless elegance.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

Twelve, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood.

Thirteen, good at accepting, aloof, sweet, sincere, soft and delicate skin, well-proportioned bones.

There are hundreds of beauties and millions of reds in the world, but you are my favorite.

Fifteen, when you say forever, it is the stillness of the heartbeat.

Sixteen, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Seventeen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Eighteen, a que on the first floor, a pavilion and a Qionghua, a dream and a floating life, a lifetime of illusion, a floor of Qionghua, I still remember that year, the piano and the harp are in harmony, and the floating life is illusory. Now, acacia is a painting.

Nineteen, if life is just like the first time, the Taoist priest is extraordinary.

Twenty, mourn the heavenly king Ran Min, and destroy Hu to restore China.

Twenty-one, sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years.

Twenty-two, I don't want to be with you, I just want to be with you

In fact, life is very simple. Keep happiness in your heart, and your heart will be full of happiness. Put happiness in your eyes and your eyes will be full of happiness.

Twenty-four, flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, spring, summer, autumn, winter, flowers and leaves never see.

Twenty-five years old, that year, Na Yue, that time, has quietly passed.

26. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Twenty-seven, all kinds of stories, but emotional harm; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.

Twenty-eight, the phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, failed to keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

Twenty-nine, women are red flowers, and love is the nutrient that sustains life.

Thirty, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Thirty-one, the vast space and time, the vast sea of people, meet you, don't forget.

Thirty-two, who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal knots; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Thirty-three, at that time, I was young and thin, riding on an inclined bridge, with red tea in my eyes.

34. I always wonder whether my memory lives at the end of the strip and whether my ring dies at the end of the strip.

Thirty-five, Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, Tianjiao is willing to be with the body.

Thirty-six, it seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the dark?

Thirty-seven, no more beautiful women! Beauty is pleasing to the eye! The beauty of the country! Surprised for the world!

Thirty-eight, clinging to the remnants, imprisoning time and space, suddenly came to the end of time.

39. The pavilions are short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

Forty, your robe is not cut, your hair is not frosted, and your cup is not empty. You can't leave yet

Forty-one, destined to change life, only after a hundred years, when that flower blooms.

42, elegance and pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Forty-three, your journey will never see my old age.

Forty-four, the wind told me that it waited for thousands of years and wasted a drop of ink in the picture scroll.

Forty-five, you won't come with me for the rest of your life. Why should I swear to you?

Forty-six, fleeting dream, back to Qushui, watching the fireworks bloom full moon.

Forty-seven, long-lost memories, the waves pushed the waves away, and all the light and all the sadness were lost in a captivating smile.

Forty-eight, drunk tears, heaven, a rush. Who is missing from the world of mortals? Those smiling eyes are really a nightmare. Just for an instant, turned around and exploded.

Forty-nine, the long summer has passed. In early autumn, Shan Ye quietly set foot.

Fifty, long street, countless fireworks, you look back with the light,

If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.

52. The world is full of benefits, and the world is full of benefits.

Fifty-three, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Fifty-four, who can smoke, scattered vertical and horizontal ties.

Fifty-five, the gentlest bow, like the shyness of a lotus flower in the cool breeze, is to cherish, and there is sweet sadness in that treasure.

56. In a previous life, I should have been a man with a stick on my head. I loved the ancient temple in the quiet countryside deep in the mountains and rivers, loved the flowers and the full moon in the solar terms when I was old, and hoped to have a quiet and leisurely time under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.

Fifty-seven, twilight, solo night wind; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens.

Fifty-eight, who finally made the string break, the flower fell off the shoulder and blurred.

Fifty-nine, it was a prosperous time, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

Sixty, mountains and rivers will know each other, and sit and drink tea in summer pavilions. I have nothing to do but read small poems, experience inner peace and fiddle with the elegant and comfortable violin.

Sixty-one, if the heart does not move, what does wind energy do? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.

Sixty-two, the distant mountains and fresh water are light, and they are lonely and charming, and people are drunk. The sky is blue, the rain is soft, and a little bit is always fragile, which makes people cry.

Sixty-three, the crowd flooded, you and I can't tell. A wild goose flew in, and the past was like yesterday. I just hope not to leave too much, and then enjoy the bustling fireworks.

Sixty-four, the world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, was urged; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

Sixty-five, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Sixty-six, as beautiful as flowers and jade, like a fleeting time, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

Sixty-seven, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

Sixty-eight, misty rain and red dust, little tears, endless sorrow, such as misty rain, endless sigh of love, such as red dust.

Sixty-nine, the time is quiet, talking to you, the years are flowing, you are the same, prosperous, and you are old.

Seventy, that year is like a dream, who will bloom in the dream. Recalling the fleeting time, the trance-like moment returned to yesterday. Just like a dream provides a moment of sadness, fireworks burn out years of sadness. Today is like a dream. I wish I could go back to yesterday. A stranger misses the Chinese New Year.

Seventy-one, the road to dust, thank the bustling dance banquet in the past, annihilate feelings, and look haggard.

Seventy-two, Zeng's past turned into a butterfly and danced there.