Sadness in a bad mood: talk about 202 1: clear up your mood, and everything remains the same!

We are often trapped physically and mentally in a cage-like city. We want to struggle out, but we are always forced back by a wall called life. One day, my heart left my body and floated out alone. I thought there would be love and freedom after going out, but I didn't expect my heart to wander outside because there was no home, no sustenance and no turning back. It is like a kite with a broken thread, wandering aimlessly in the air.

On the other side of the dust, the picture is so clearly visible, but the bright flowers are coming to an end! How many sighs and regrets will eventually turn into melancholy between your eyebrows, which can't be brushed away and kept waving away. However, the memory embedded in my heart is so beautiful. Only, weak memory!

At first, we met in these fleeting years. The deep feeling of that moment seemed to shake before my eyes, but when I looked back, it had changed! This season's autumn can only hang in the dust alone. Even if you once warmed my arms, now there is only a lonely and delicate posture!

If you love, it's like seeing you for the first time. At this moment, Nong will not be locked in the boudoir, and neither will you. Where are the heartbroken people? Embroider mandarin ducks with one stitch and one stroke, spread out the embroidered handkerchief, read Chou-heung and wear plain yarn; Yun Qi, at first glance, the wind is naturally young and charming. Throughout his childhood, the wind is cool. How can he put the first frost on his pillow and cover Hua Rong? The wound of love, the robbery of the soul, and the evil spirit of love are stranded in whose eyes?

Walking on the road of life, how much fragrance there is, how much bonus there is, sighing all the way by the pillar, as delicate as flowers, edifying the desolation of a season. Walking around, but inadvertently, fell into the depths of the world of mortals. No matter how the vague dreams wander, I can't get out of that narrow world. I was empty for a long time, but I couldn't see the end of the story, until first frost was like a dream, and the dark marks flew by.

In the year of parting, it was autumn before the end of summer. The gray wind roared from the street to the end of the street, raising dust. My empty smile, flustered fake action, and silence are as dazzling. I looked at your back with tears in my eyes, and you were heartbroken. The whole street was blowing violently, and tears were blown apart on the empty street corner. The tenderness you gave, only to find that it had already rotted away.

Separation seems to be an eternal law, and no one can be with anyone forever and never be separated. Although I understand this truth, I still can't accept this reality on the day of parting. Sadness is not enough to describe the mood at that moment.

It is clearly a deep love, but it is necessary to separate. Obviously, I can't let go, but I still turn around and leave, leaving a place of sadness. Turning around is the end of the world, and even if we meet again, we can only become strangers. Even if I miss you again, I can only keep it in my heart.

The moonlight is hazy, and the melancholy mood floats into the distance! The past haunts me inadvertently. The memory of missing is getting wet! When I choked, I found that I couldn't say a word, tears had already slipped down my cheeks, and the bitter meaning had already been immersed in my heart. In a trance, it was just an old dream. Clean up your mood, everything is the same!

If I can, I hope to turn some experiences, some joys and sorrows into stories and the reality of human feelings. Maybe only words can explain it. Some things, only you have experienced, your heart will gradually become stronger; Some pasts can only be abandoned if they are slowly realized by themselves; In this society, too much is too complicated, and the complexity is the people's heart; In this city, too much unfamiliarity, strangeness is the past.

Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in a dream, then turn into a wisp of incense, diffuse in the face of the whole season, and then drift away memories with the wind. Looking back, the journey I have traveled has faded away from the noise of the past, and I can't even see the coming pace. I was exiled in the wilderness by time and space. After years of looting, now I only have a farewell poem, a promise and a past.

Whose fingertips are flowing with faint sadness. During that time, that unforgettable love. At that moment, it was a deep attachment. Up to now, it's just a passing sight. Today, I like myself now, but looking back, I will still miss us in the past.

Walking slowly under the blue sky and white clouds. Seeing people around me smiling and full of joy, my life is full of twists and turns and disappointment. Perhaps the water drops left along the cheeks are sweat forced by the temperature of the sun. Affects the corners of the mouth, wants to laugh, but blurs the eyes.

When tears come down, I know that separation is another kind of understanding. Thank you for your rudeness, which made me learn to give up. Time is like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a youthful time worth grasping, and the middle is a young and faint sadness. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many really belong to you.

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the unbearable soul is also holding it. I woke up from my dream, but I didn't feel it. I couldn't shake the past like smoke. It is also virtual and real, and it is also a love-hate relationship. Fallen leaves return to their roots and flowers hurt the body. The only way is to look for it, cold and miserable; Helpless, forbearing, forbearing; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Take the same street and return to two worlds.

The greatest act of unrequited love is realization. You don't love me, but I help you. A true secret love is a lifelong career, and I won't give up because he is far away from you. Without this feeling, don't fall in love easily. I fell in love with you quietly, but I only dare to keep this feeling in my heart, even as a friend, as long as you are happy. I don't ask you to understand my feelings in Qianshan.

Regret is one of the most memorable endings. Secret love is too tired. I pay silently for the person I like, even if there is no return, knowing that she loves others, but I still pay for her. I don't know the result of love, so that prediction, speculation, joy, joy, jealousy and sadness fill every second of my life. Unconsciously, I have become a poet.

A person walks through loneliness and loneliness, and then remembers and beautifies the sweetness and happiness that two people walked together. Missing, traumatized, and then the result. There is no loneliness and loneliness in love, that is after the end. After that, all the injuries and pains can only be healed by ourselves.

Who said: Some predestinations are like water in the palm of your hand. When you let go of your hands, nothing exists! Yes, even if the original appearance in memory is still clear, in the end, it only reflects a confused past. It's like sitting quietly at the two ends of time, watching the world of mortals come and go, in an endless stream, but only holding your own past and sadness, watching everything change and prosperity go away.

The past is gone, and the fleeting time is gone. When all the people and things are drifting away with the passage of time, I suddenly find that the original one is the last appearance. No matter how lightly we sigh, it's a pity that we can't go back to yesterday after all, but we can't go back to the past.

We are all ordinary fireworks in the daytime, standing in an inconspicuous corner, sometimes afraid of wet, sometimes afraid of fire, afraid that tears cover too many wounds, too many can not heal; I am also afraid that the spark will ignite the fuse of passion, and when it smokes, it will disappear into the galaxy in an instant; We are ordinary fireworks in the day, abandoned in the corner of the woodshed, and year after year, we have been singing fireworks songs alone in that corner.

Because we don't want to get hurt, we put on masks and weapons and try to hide our fragile side. However, no matter how strong a person is, there must be weaknesses in his heart, which will be broken at the touch and hurt at the touch. The more we hide, the more we will be exposed when we are discovered. The more we dare not face the pain, the more painful the stabbed wound is.

The evening breeze in September just blew through the branches, and the yellow leaves perched on the trees were scattered all over the floor. At the turning point of the season, I know that there will always be parting, no matter what kind of mood I use to hide it, some lonely memories, such as coming back in waves, laugh at your powerless stubbornness. Accustomed to a person's life, life began to be barren and the heart became overgrown with weeds. It is like a garden full of thorns that has not been cleaned.

Suddenly, like a night of autumn wind, the leaves fly away with the wind; Another example is the graceful demeanour, from now on frown; If we meet again in our lifetime, we will never go against the dust; Pinellia ternata, residual withered stems; Half autumn, rustling leaves; Half a year, stumbling; Years have weathered, and time still flows. Half a month, half a miss, suddenly became a stranger; You see, a city is a city. People are people, just that graceful and restrained, that heart lock that can't be opened, and this autumn's coldness.

I always like to quietly comb my messy thoughts and read the past like water in the dead of night. Those shallow times, those blooming flowers, a touch of tenderness, a little acacia, exiled themselves to the world of mortals. Writing, flowers bloom, ink drops, and it becomes a ruin.

I heard that love is back! What a beautiful word of comfort. In fact, no matter how deep love is, it is limited! Lovers in the rain, when will your rational thinking be particularly clear? Decadence is crimson burn marks, yellow fingers and a silent heart.

The river is blurred and turning yellow. And this afternoon, I just want to put a few sets of scattered sentences in my half country to see happiness. I should know that when it's all over, if I want to salvage a few purples from my memory, I must borrow your breath to save my fleeing soul.

At this moment, I found my inner exhaustion. Everyone is an island in a sea of people. When flowers bloom, forget the past. Flowers bloom and fall, just like a grand performance. In fact, I am lonely, although the person I love is close at hand, although my life seems perfect. I tried to tear off other people's masks, but I forgot to look at myself. On my face, I can't tell which is real and which is the mask left by the bustling world.

In the process of growing up, we inevitably experience ups and downs, just like rain or shine, just like the ebb and flow of the tide. Streamer never takes care of people lovingly, but we should learn to tolerate its indifference. People's lives are never absolutely stable. Many people think that guarding an old house, planting flowers and plants, and ordinary birth, from beauty to white hair, is peace. And wandering around with their bags on their backs, the ferrymen on the earth are banishing the world and leaving it behind.

Leng Yue floating shadow, full of breeze, stirred up a faint past, stirred up a deep feeling, rolled up a wisp of melancholy; In my spare time, I can't help looking at it from a distance, which is also a kind of concern. I walked in the microwave of the sunset. The faint words are the sad wind, and the warmth and bitterness of falling have caused my confused mood. Time flies, dreams are shattered into smoke, and Yi Xuan fondles the shadow of time, shedding tears and expressing his heart.

Clear autumn is peaceful, and sometimes I can't help sighing. Is the world of mortals playing tricks on themselves, or have they failed the world of mortals? Hidden in the depths of misty rain, who sings softly in time: flying flowers are as light as dreams, the rain is as thin as sorrow, and lonely songs echo in misty rain. I admire the graceful figure of Shengshan, just as I whisper for you at the meeting.

On the world of mortals, pick up the poetic heart of words, listen to the whispers of years, write down past feelings between the lines, embrace a kind heart, follow the tireless pace of life, write plain poems into life, and bounce up poems flying at your fingertips. I believe someone will understand, understand my loneliness on a cold night, and understand the faint sadness in my words.

In the fleeting story, some dreams wake up when they are doing it; Some feelings, love and love will fade; Some people get lost. A road, deep and shallow; A heart is tired when it comes and goes. Is it possible to wait until the years pass and all the unforgettable memories can be laughed off?

If meeting is doomed to be missed, how can I remember your appearance in a hurry to comfort your loneliness after you leave? If the endings of all stories can be changed by years, how can I copy the past into a full bloom with sincere attachment and let those thoughts about you linger in my soul for a lifetime?

Wechat sad talk daquan: pick up the fragments of memory and prick your hand a little.

1, you asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

You said that whoever betrays first will die naturally. I want to know why God hasn't taken you away after so long.

You don't have to be surprised at my smile. She can't replace me.

4. Thank you for your smile. I have often felt panic over the years. .

People who love me should not say sorry or thank you to me, because it will only make me feel that you look down on me!

6. Be less self-righteous and more self-aware in the future.

7. How can you bury your heart in the deep sea without hurting me?

8. How much love can fool around.

9. Real despair has nothing to do with pain, sadness and pain. Real despair makes people calm.

10, I once had you, which really made me sad.

1 1, picking up the fragments of memory, but also scratching the hand piecemeal.

12, woman, tireless is to pursue a love that can make her stable.

13, the pupil changed from a brat to a goddess, and I also changed from a brat to a big fart.

14, I want you to be firm, even if the bottom is deep, I will wait for you to see the scenery here.

15, people who love you don't need your explanation, and people who don't love you don't need it.

202 1 year sad talk: fortunately, love is not everything, fortunately, everything is not love.

1, the child looking up at the sky is not sad, and the elevation of 0 is just a disguised gesture.

There are 26 English letters in the alphabet, but I like these six letters "T F B O Y S" best.

In fact, you don't love me, just afraid of losing a habit.

4. I have witnessed the old things, but I can't find the old things anymore.

Don't wait for you to go far before you realize that you have lost me.

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.

7. Who stayed after the rush and wiped his shoulder?

8. There is no need to envy other people's lives. Actually, it's not that good-looking, but I can't see anything bad.

9. Attack giants: They are prey, and we are hunters.

10, some people say that men are children in essence. If all he makes you feel is his maturity, it means that he doesn't love you enough.

1 1, it's sad to see you talking and laughing with others, but I can't be like them!

12. From now on, I want you all to like me.

13, some injuries, I don't cry, I don't make trouble, doesn't mean I don't feel pain. Some people, I don't refute, I don't laugh, it doesn't mean I don't cherish.

14, when I hold you, you are a cup. As soon as I let go, you are broken glass.

15, I am looking for the person in that story, and you are an indispensable part.