Poems about telling yourself to forget.

1. A poem describing forgetting: JJ Lin's forgetting.

I feel awake in my dream.

Feel heartache

I think you're gone.

Who will prove the existence of love?

We're trapped.

Be deceived by the past

All this is different.

What happened to the world?

Did you choose to forget?

Liberated myself.

Do you have the courage to challenge love?

At that time, it was just combination.

A vague idea

I just want that most beautiful memory.

oh

Memory floats like air.

Know where you are.

An insurmountable distance.

We gave up.

Desalinate memory

I thought I could disguise innocent beauty.

Did you choose to forget?

Liberated myself.

Do you have the courage to challenge love?

At that time, the light was mixed together.

Become an unclear idea.

I just want that most beautiful memory.

2. Seeking, a poem to express your lost feelings that have been forgotten. The ancient call lingers in the dream.

Emptiness is not the whole story.

There is no need to suffer in hell.

The bridge is full of water and the lights are dim.

Who will watch the moon set and cry and thank the flowers for flying all over the sky?

Death is afraid of darkness.

Darkness, fear of loneliness

Always looking for strength alone

although

Eyes are red again.

Soul through the Millennium

Just for that immortal heart.

Beliefs that have been extinct for thousands of years.

I just want to never give up.

A black and white world

No one sings for me

I still illuminate myself.

Dream of the world, I will travel far.

A dark corner

Black boy lurks

White light of death

Stab into the dark heart

At this time, the beating melody has ended.

end of one's life

For this dirty world

minus

The last remaining life

a short while

wave

immediately

The world is quiet.

Dirty blood

wash away

This colorless body

The Walking Dead

The soul betrayed the thought.

Despise hope

Blood stained the roses in my heart.

Darkness became me, my final destination.

Death/wandering/soul/floating/darkness/trembling/emotion/is a sad legend.

Stars/Rotation/Stars/No Light/Universe/Dim/Humans/Children Lean on Their Shoulders

Dreams/Broken/Aurora Skies the Horizon/Meteors Land on the Earth

Love/Never Return/Bury Despair/Dark Blood/Bury it

Death/longing/last self-esteem/world return to zero

Cherry blossoms wither/flutes sound/miss the place where angels fall.

Rosebud/Black Boy Leaving/Begging with Weak Soul

I will freeze everything here/never look back.

Alone/alone/my tears/keep/slide over my pale cheeks.

Long night/far away/your figure/not seen/printed in a sad dream

Holy blood/spilled in my garden/shocked/rose dyed my heart red.

I slowly/leave/no longer feel lonely/sad/shed tears again.

I want to tell you/wait for you/I feel heartache/emerge/struggle in the dark.

My dream/crying/cherry blossoms scattered/withered/heart failure

A walk/silence/rustling of maple leaves/wandering of the sea at night/forgotten memories

Landing in the night wind/I am the stupidest god/shed the last tear

My body began to collapse/I serenaded Chopin for you/I erased my last smile.

Dancing in silence/My soul/Death/Picking up the last pieces

Laugh and cry/then die/the soul is no longer trembling/peaceful.

Because I know loneliness better than anyone, because I am afraid of loneliness more than anyone, so I hope that the person I want to protect can be happy forever, even if I bear all the loneliness and darkness alone, it doesn't matter, because I will always be forgotten and abandoned. I don't care about the wind and rain behind me. As long as they are happy, so what if I can't find a home? I just don't want to be seen as hidden in my heart.

I wrote all these. Although I don't specifically refer to forgotten and lost poems, I still have articles, so I won't show them to you. It's all sad things like darkness, death and soul, and I only have 13. I can only help you so much, hee hee.

3. A forgotten poem, "I gave my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch", comes from the last line of Lu Ye (Volume 2 1) on page 15 106 of Chronicle of Qing Poetry.

Back to the front:

The nineteenth chapter of the Romance of the Gods "I will believe in the bright moon, and the bright moon shines on the ditch".

It was da ji who refused to take the Bo Yi exam because of his love, so he said so. "Photo" means "full".

Yuan. Brilliant pipa story:

A few words of advice to my father

I entrusted my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch.

Ming? Ling Mengchu's first moment of surprise;

Volume 36 East Gallery monks are lazy to recruit demons, thieves and rape and kill.

I entrusted my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

Please ask the delegates to forget the past poems. There are many flowers in the sea, so why unrequited love for a flower?

Whoever wants a dance academy will accomplish nothing, and whoever cannot dominate himself will always be a slave. -Goethe

As a person, it is impossible to understand the meaning of life without experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world and fighting against life. -Yang Shuo

People who made great achievements in ancient times not only had talent, but also had unremitting determination. -Su Shi

Life is school. Where misfortune is not happiness, but a good teacher. Because, survival is in the loneliness of the abyss. -Heidegger

As long as there is a star shining in the sky, we need not be afraid. The bumpy road of life is meaningful only if you can find joy in thorns and hope in mud. Only in this way will we not cry in eternal failure, life will not abandon us, and the sun will give us glory.

Feeling after lovelorn.

Right or wrong, success or failure,

Looking back and smiling is charming.

A moment that should last forever,

It's hard to smile when you hate.

Life is short,

In the blink of an eye, it will take decades

Love for children is the only way,

Bitter is sweet.

It's embarrassing that the heartache is relieved,

It takes time to share joys and sorrows.

If it doesn't belong to me, it should be discarded.

Plan the future and conform to the sky.

As a man, he has high taste.

Stand up and be proud.

One day, I will be famous,

Speak freely and laugh at the sky!

5. A sad sentence about forgetting: 1. I hope that as soon as I turn around, there will be a person behind me, waiting for me silently. Leo: Yes, I love you now.

Not knowing love makes you breathless. 4. There are sweets and bitters in love. I have never been stingy with my kindness and give it to everyone who needs me.

6.- If I don't care, nothing you say or do can touch my nerves. 7. Relying on mountains to eat, relying on trees to die, relying on water to eat, only relying on yourself. 8. Time may forget everything, but how can those pains be erased? 9. Put up with my hooligans today and make me brilliant tomorrow. 10. Women love to make up, while men love to lie.

Women wear makeup to deceive men's eyes. Men are naturally young when they lie and cheat women's hearts. 1 1. The man who squats down to tie a girl's shoelaces is a good man-12. 13 how many years do I have to wait? Please remember that you are not alone in feeling sad. Please tell me.

14. I know that what belongs to me belongs to me after all. I'm not too demanding, so I'd better wait for something with me! 15.-I try my best to convince myself to love myself. 16. In fact, I have always believed that I don't need to think about anything at all, because I have never forgotten it.

17. My feelings seem to be beyond words. 18.# I love you so much, isn't it boring? 19. Trying to apply other people's ideas to yourself will only make things boring, and no one will really understand you. Actually, I'm not dissatisfied. I just want you to come back to me, dear. I can't live without you. Please come back to me, dear.

22. Will we be together in the next life? ; You asked this question in your last life. I don't want to love him all my life, because I want to love him forever.

24. Look at the clouds in the sky, piled together. Look at you lying on the ground, smiling face.

25. Tomorrow is my baby Tianen's birthday. Can I wish her a happy birthday, baby? Happy birthday! 26. May you live up to my expectations and accompany me forever. 27. Since you can hug, don't let go. 28. Give me all your tenderness and temper. 29. I think you are because of love.

Because you are always happy. Dear, grasp our present, and no one can predict the future.

3 1. Love needs no words, even in the distance, it can be felt. 32. The softest sunshine in my heart comes from your childish appearance. 33. Your daughter-in-law coaxed her into not losing face. This is called love. Thank you, no matter how headstrong I am, you always stay where you are.

I will love you with all my feelings. 36. Being able to meet you at the best time is happiness.

37. Happiness is actually very simple. Someone loves, has something to do, and has expectations! 38. At that moment, it was not you who kissed me, but I kissed you happily ... 39. At the best moment when we met, we, each other, were heartbroken. Today we are separated for a long time, and I want to bless you forever for your hard work and happiness! 4 1. With you, my world will be perfect.

So I can't lose you. 42. I just want to shelter you from the wind and rain, and I will love you forever. 43. How much attachment has its own elements.

44. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. 45. It seems that this story is destined to happen and end like this.

46. At that moment in tear drops, my heart stopped beating. It is very important to see him with her. Do you really love her?

48. Because of you, my dusty heart is shaking again. 49. Didn't you always like me, so why bother to talk to me?

6. Poems, good words, sentences, famous sayings, paragraphs and articles about forgetting (urgently seeking a poem related to forgetting) Xiao Sheng comes from Xiao Sheng, where the water is like running water and Xiao Sheng is still bleeding on the ground. That night, blood splashed all over the floor, and red plum blossoms splashed everywhere. I know I'm still alive. I'm not as weak and difficult as people think. I've done everything abnormal. I am the only musical instrument in the world that can move, bamboo.

The antique wind blows me, the wind blows my bleak rustle, and the pieces of heaven fall one after another. Snowflakes were everywhere, and a grand funeral came as promised. That year, I believed in fate. I stood in the snow, listening to my broken and incurable heart, submerged and ignited. A festive atmosphere was carved up on the spot, leaving only me. An empty body, a withered plum standing in the snow, still believes in fate, still listening to the first movement of Xiao Sheng: Hanshan green calyx believes in snow, believes in sword, and believes that those cold things make people calm. The wind is blowing from a distance, and it is mixed with snowflakes. Wake up the child who is dreaming in the morning light and name him Xiaofeng. Tell him, beautiful and happy, I seem to have slept for a thousand years. I seem to have just escaped from hell and wandered on the great plains, leaving only the horizon. I am the only one (I can't deviate from this). That stranger named Xiaofeng left me. He is Feng's son. I can only see that he was covered in dust after he was born. He abandoned his home, his lover and his tears and went to the prosperous city-state of Xue Mei. He and I are a couple who have parted ways. At that time, he had no experience. He wrote in his collection of poems. Next: "There was a loud noise, which was the dike of light and darkness. The light sailed to the universe, but the rain returned to the place where it rose." This is the curse of fate, this is the oath of the lonely. Let's forgive him. He is suffering from hell and will leave us soon. He has his own brand-new city-state, the center of the plain, the heart of snow, the sword cast by snow, cold and radiant. Believe it! Cold things always make people calm, including tears, ashes and snowflakes that turn white after burning unkind words. Only snow falls on me at the moment. Walls made of snow and homes watered with snow fell silently on the snow. The wind blows snowflakes like blowing my snow-white wings across the great plains and flying farther. It has been snowing on the open plain. The prayers of different seasons are like a wisp of snow-covered land. Xue Mei opens. The second movement: Chinese fir and green shadow "I have passed, and Yangliu doesn't want to think about today." Snow and rain "put down the song, put down the volume. An inexplicable emotion makes me decadent. I wandered halfway around the world. The five-color prayer flags take the sun as the east and west, leading to the octupole Mani stone, with a high pile in the middle, where I settled. For many years, Xue Mei has been covered with heavy snow, which is so horrible that I can't open my eyes. As a blind man, I sit alone in the night and feel blue. I am like a plum blossom in full bloom in the snow, and I can't find a future or a dead end. I feel the season silently in my heart. It's the cold in winter that calms me down. This season, the snowstorm raged and the whole universe turned its back on me. I stand in the empty part, which is a page I can't fill out in the poetry book. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding that I failed my life, betrayed the universe and abandoned myself. In this world, Xue Mei will fall forever. In this way, the third movement: three stacks of plum blossoms and three distant sounds. Three thousand snow-white plum blossoms are covered with the singer's blood and tears. Plum blossoms are grand and tragic. My life is the life of plum blossom. What a hard bone is stuck in the snow. I lost it in a hurry from that summer and didn't even have time to cry. I am a lost lamb. I was tortured by life. Now, although I am young, I am burdened with a major crime. If I am in debt, no one needs to forgive me. I am a wanted man who fled the scene and fled to the Yellow River. My lover calmed me down in the dark. I want to live. I want to live in my heart. The human heart is a world, a house where people live, die and die. I want to experience my life. At this moment, Xue Mei fell in my heart. Xiao Sheng called and gave me a chance to dance. After the hysterical patient's silent song shook the fallen leaves and the love letter dance sent by God in spring, the field was desolate and snowy. Xiao Sheng's endless yearning for plum blossoms and endless regrets, like a sword, are eroding my flesh and blood. Now my hands are empty, and my memories have no content. This has no beginning. The end of youth ruined the plum blossom for nothing. I just want to sleep quietly on the hills covered by Xue Mei and have an honest dream. I dream of a beautiful birth. The wind is infinite. Xiao Sheng is endless. Snowflakes are negative. I wander. Chorus: Pray for Sonnets to forgive me! I know I'm guilty. I know I have too much suffering to bear, but I waste my life in bad wine. I want to gain a foothold in this world. I want to be a happy person. I want to live today and live for a long time. Endless language is a sincere word for lovers. It's raining in Xue Mei, and the land is boundless. Please help me sincerely. I want to live in an open city-state in Xue Mei. The cold time and space make me calm. All right.

..... How? Boom

Mile moo

My sad face is your beautiful sacrifice.

7. Poems, good words, sentences, famous sayings, paragraphs and articles about forgetting (urgently seeking a poem related to forgetting) Xiao Sheng comes from Xiao Sheng, where the water is like running water and Xiao Sheng is still bleeding on the ground. That night, blood splashed all over the floor, and red plum blossoms splashed everywhere. I know I'm still alive. I'm not as weak and difficult as people think. I've done all the abnormal movements. I am the only musical instrument in the world that can move, bamboo.

The antique wind blows me, the wind blows my bleak rustle, and the pieces of heaven fall one after another. Snowflakes were everywhere, and a grand funeral came as promised. That year, I believed in fate. I stood in the snow, listening to my broken and incurable heart, submerged and ignited. A festive atmosphere was carved up on the spot, leaving only me. An empty body, a withered plum standing in the snow, still believes in fate and still listens to the rustling sound in the distance. The first movement: Hanshan Green Calyx believes in snow, sword and those cold things make people calm. The wind is blowing from a distance, and it is mixed with snowflakes. Wake up the child who is dreaming at dawn. Give him a name Xiaofeng and tell him that he is against the wind. Beautiful and happy, I seem to have slept for a thousand years. I seem to have just escaped from hell and wandered on the great plains, leaving only the horizon. I am the only one (I can't deviate from this). That stranger named Xiaofeng left me. He is Feng's son. I can only see that he was covered in dust after he was born. He abandoned his home, his lover and his tears and went to the prosperous city-state of Xue Mei. He and I are a couple who have parted ways. At that time, he had no experience. He wrote in his poetry collection: "A loud noise, this is a wise decision." This is the curse of fate, this is the oath of the lonely. Let's forgive him. He is suffering from hell and will leave us soon. He has his own brand-new city-state, the center of the plain, the heart of snow, the sword cast by snow, cold and radiant. Believe it! Cold things can always calm people, including tears, ashes and snowflakes that turn white after being burned by mean words. Only snow falls on me at the moment. Walls made of snow and homes watered with snow fell silently on the snow. It's like blowing my snow-white wings on the great plains and flying farther away. Snowflakes have been falling on the open plains, and the voice of prayer is always heard. Xue Mei, the Snow Country, started the second movement: The green shadow of Shanshan, "Yesterday is gone, I miss it today, and it's snowy", put down the song and the volume. An inexplicable emotion makes me decadent. I wandered halfway around the world. The five-color prayer flags take the sun as the east and west, leading to the octupole Mani stone, with a high pile in the middle. I have lived here for many years. That's the snow on me, but it's white and miserable. I was frightened by the white thorns. As a blind man, I sat in the dark, lonely and depressed. I am like a plum blossom. Before the end of the cycle, I silently felt the season in my heart. It's the cold in winter that calms me down. This season, the snowstorm raged and the whole universe turned around and left me. I stood in an empty place. This is a page I can't fill in my poetry collection. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. I didn't live, abandoned the universe and abandoned myself. In this world, Xue Mei is always like this. The third movement: three stacks of plum blossoms, three ancient Xiao Zhen falls, and three thousand snow-white plum blossoms in the sky are full of songs. The blood and tears of plum blossoms are grand and tragic. My life is the life of plum blossom. I am proud of being independent in the snow. What a hard bone stuck in the snow. I lost it in a hurry from that summer and didn't even have time to cry. I am a lost lamb. Now I have been tortured by life. Although I am young and heavily in debt, no one needs to forgive me. I am a wanted man who fled the scene and fled to the Yellow River. My lover's indifference at night calmed me down. I hope to live in my heart. My heart is both a world and a house, where people are born, sick and die. I want to experience my life. Plum blossoms fall in my heart. It is raining in Xue Mei. At this moment, Xiao Sheng called and gave me a chance to dance. The hysterical patient's silent song shook the fallen leaves. After God sent a love letter in spring, the fields were desolate and covered with snow. Xiao Sheng's endless yearning for plum blossoms and endless regrets, like a sword, are eroding my flesh and blood. Now my hands are empty, and my memories have no content. This has no beginning. The end of youth ruined the plum blossom for nothing. I just want to sleep quietly on the hills covered by Xue Mei and have an honest dream. I dream of a beautiful birth. The wind is infinite. Xiao Sheng is endless. Snowflakes are negative. I wander. Chorus: Pray for Sonnets to forgive me! I know I'm guilty. I know I have too much suffering to bear, but I waste my life in bad wine. I want to gain a foothold in this world. I want to be a happy person. I want to live today and live for a long time. Endless language is a sincere word for lovers. It's raining in Xue Mei, and the land is boundless. Please help me sincerely. I want to live in an open city-state in Xue Mei. The cold time and space make me calm. All right.

..... How? Boom

Mile moo

My sad face is your beautiful sacrifice.

8. Who told me that the poem we can't forget is not famous because of everyone's suffering?

Crazy, chivalrous, gentle.

As bold as Qin,

Makes me feel like a cloud on the mountain.

I have been sent to many different roads, and I am interested in it alone. I grieve for thousands of miles, and I grieve for a hundred years.

Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Wherever I go or live, I am a dreamer.

Through the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers, we two officials said goodbye and parted ways.

However, when China keeps our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor, why do you wander at the fork in the road with the children holding towels?

Smoke cages are blue, and the moon flies south. Loneliness is hidden in the pavilion, and the night is cold.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. Sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.

Peach blossoms flow deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's feelings.

Shanheng northland, to the east of the city is a white waterline. This is a different place, like a loose water plant for hundreds of miles.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Where do the sails anchor at sunset?

As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.