Describe unhappiness and say short sentences. I left my sadness in spring.

I am still the stupidest person in the world, and only I finally know that you don't love me. When one person is disappointed in another, it is too late.

My boyfriend of nine years suddenly fell in love, and I was silent.

I tried my best not to make people around me sad, only to find that it was myself who was injured.

A person, a cigarette, a pair of tears.

Heartbreaking retention is just a sign of unwillingness.

Who knows where we should dream, and how low our dignity has been?

Don't comfort me if you leave me, because every sewing will also meet the pain of puncture.

Do men have fickle hearts? Is a man's heart cruel?

There is a person, love is over; There is a saying, you will regret it if you say it.

Resolutely do not fill loneliness, not stupid enough to be a substitute for a lonely person!

I have drowned for you several times in my life. Can we love each other again?

Since everything once is no longer owned, there will be no fantasy.

Some things, it is better not to know, the more you know, the more painful you feel.

What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

The more you grow up, the more cautious, the more cautious and the more fragile you are.

In addition to love, there is friendship; There are women and men.

Happiness is that as long as you hold hands, you won't be afraid even if you lose your sense of direction.

Our love was buried by you in that bleak autumn.

The spoony party is doomed to be hurt the most, and spoony has been empty since ancient times.

As long as you reach out, my heart will follow you.

I can draw a circle, shut myself in and keep my memory out.

I used to think I was obsessed with people, but I forgot it in an instant.

I left my sadness in spring.

Forget the years, forget the pain, forget your bad, we will never say goodbye.

I always think alone and then cry silently.

It doesn't matter. Let it go. Don't make yourself so tired. Let the dream wait for reincarnation.

Because of you, I learned to be strong, and you are still my injury.

Your indifference and smile to him deeply hurt my heart.

Sad nostalgic love letter: burying love in spring

Sad nostalgic love letter: burying love in spring is fleeting, flowers and leaves are silent, and no matter how long it takes, it will not reach youth. Time goes by, thousands of years have passed, and no matter how time flies, it will not disappear. However, there are only three springs in my life. She flows in my life, not for a flower or a piece of water. Every spring is full of flowers, just waiting for a greeting. Every spring has a different poetry, such as a soft and delicate Shu embroidery. Although youth is frosted, it always feels fragrant. Flowers and rain in spring have blurred the truest and purest life. The sunset slowly sets, fragrant teas, and I finally feel peaceful and old. Every spring is cold and quiet!

The first spring

Spring came earlier than usual that year. The spring breeze on both sides of Luoshui River gently folds the ice pan on the river, and the peony flowers in Luoyang, the capital of China, are burning with luxury. In this spring, I packed my bags, bid farewell to my hometown Qinyang, and came to the bustling land of Kyoto to pursue my dreams.

Remember that this spring is the wind. Because of the wind, it washes in my heart. I only remember the spring of that year. I remember your name, Liu Zhi.

I met you because of the spring breeze, perhaps unintentionally, perhaps affectionately, and a poem blew up. From then on, my heart was blown into a bulging sail and sailed to the warm harbor. That spring, peony flowers were blooming in every corner of Luoyang, and women in Luoyang were as beautiful as peony flowers. Everyone who came to Luoyang, both men and women, was amazed by the peony flowers in Luoyang and the Luoyang women who looked like peony flowers.

Luoyang holds the Hundred Flowers Fair every year. During the period, the whole city held a big banquet, with peony flowers as the screen, bamboo tubes to store water on the beams, columns, buildings and arches of houses, and peony flowers were inserted. Tens of thousands of peony flowers are competing to open, and the atmosphere is rich and warm. Rich children and official bachelors in Luoyang enjoy flowers, recite poems, give wine and write poems to show their talents. You were a peony flower girl, and the long embankment along the bank of Luoshui River was full of colorful flowers, especially peony. You are a peerless Yao Huang among flowers, and your enchanting charm is better than peony. Seeing the prosperity of Kyoto, I remembered my dream. Young and full of energy, drunk wrote a poem: I might as well be a poet, but I don't understand the heaviness of that year. Looking at the snow in Longshan from a distance, it will merge with Luoyang Flower in the future. Suddenly, the spring breeze blows, and poetry dances around you like peony petals. You nod lightly and gracefully, your hair and waist are slender, and you pick up the poem. Xiangpa brushed away the fragrant dust, stared at the poem, and suddenly recited that sentence with his lips slightly parted. I hurried to pick it up and suddenly stopped, just across the peony flower, staring at your back affectionately. Unexpectedly, you suddenly turned around and your eyes fell on my face. At that moment, I looked at each other. I worship your youth, and you long for my talent. We have love. Sometimes love is as simple as a look.

Later, I learned that your name is Herry Liu, the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Luoyang. We started dating frequently, and I can't remember how many times. Every date is so difficult because we are two different classes, and we are not a match made in heaven. You avoid your parents and associate with me quietly. Every date is so romantic and happy, and I will write a poem for you every date. Every poem is like a treasure, held in your arms and taken to sleep at night. I vaguely remember the poem I sent you: graceful and curvy in the small garden. Hanging down to the ground, the fairy clothes are windy (weeping willows). Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset. My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. The fragrance of the heart disappears with the end of spring, except for a robe (fallen flower) stained with tears. But it didn't last long. This doomed love, two years later, went with the wind. Your parents betrothed you to a powerful prince. You are a weak woman, and I am a weak scholar without resistance.

On our last date, we both forgot each other.

However, it takes only one second to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. How could I forget? So, I wrote for you: time is far before meeting her, but it is longer after parting. The east wind rises and a hundred flowers bloom. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Reply: Although the east wind is weak, it also makes the flowers residual. Although the flowers are weak, they also make the east wind difficult. If the east wind is intentional, don't call it a flower remnant. If the flowers are sentimental, don't call the east wind difficult.

The peony flowers in Kyoto withered early this spring, because this spring came too early. With your departure, the peony petals in the city are red and beautiful, fluttering and spreading, and they are red in the streets and alleys of Luoyang City. Is this the red carpet for your wedding? The spring rain dripped and the whole Luoyang city was wet. There is a drop of clear water on each peony petal. Is this my farewell tear for you? The willow branches on both sides of Luoshui River are still green, like an emerald in in my heart forever!

The spring in Luoyang is over, and the east wind has taken away the first spring of my life. The colorful spring of that year was just a beautiful dream in my heart.

second spring

A pear-like spring rain in the late spring afternoon in Yuyang, and an oil-paper umbrella with lotus-colored apricot flowers in the drizzling rain curtain, let me meet the second spring of my life.

Willow branches took everything away from me, and the road was long, and I failed in scientific research. That spring buried my love, and my first love buried my heart. Desperate, I see through the world of mortals and only pursue the purity of Buddhism. On that cold afternoon, I climbed to the top of Yuyang Mountain to look for the hidden scenery. It was sunny under the mountain, not sunny on the mountain, and it began to rain halfway up the mountain. I can't escape the hurt of love, just as I can't escape this rainy spring. I was alone in the rain, and a fragrant oil-paper umbrella floated out of the clear sky. A pair of clear and deep eyes penetrated the rain curtain and melted the cold spring in my heart. The clear sky and an oil umbrella, like a pink light cloud, took me to Lingyin Temple on the top of the mountain. Walking in the rain. It's a short journey and we walked for a long time. When it comes to your Taoist temple, you give me your umbrella and watch me leave. It was that umbrella that made me like you.

The sky is clear, and after the rain, Yuyang Mountain is in full of green. Mountain Xi Ding Dong, Yuyan Waterfall; Xiuzhu is shy, with flowers and birds singing; The breeze caresses the haze and wears holes around the stream; Birds with wings, butterflies with webbed wings. In this picturesque Yuyang Mountain, I met your maid, Taoist Song Huayang, who accompanied the princess to practice in Ling Du. Fuck who sees through the world of mortals, fuck the happy fairy, fuck the lonely blue light, fuck the dust detachment. I don't want to be a Taoist. I want to respect my true thoughts.

It is another late spring afternoon. Overlooking the Yuyang Mountain, the Lingyin view and Ling Du view, which are only 300 feet apart, are like the left and right atria, which are indispensable and dotted with the blue Xifeng. Without any one, Yuyang Mountain seems to have lost its lush life because of cardiac arrest. It's time to return the umbrella. The pen I dipped in was full of dizziness on the umbrella and wrote several poems: greenhouse and honey spleen, bee is male and butterfly is female. At the same time, different kinds, that is, more acacia. The screen is embroidered with obstacles, and things are self-contained. How to look at the lake depends on the mandarin duck. Expressed my love and admiration. With a belief, I came to Ling Du Temple. The green, red and green wall can't lock the spring of complaining, so you walk around the wall. The laughter between you and the princess echoed across the mountain. When the twilight bell rings and the laughter fades, you accompany the princess to do night lessons. I watched on the bluestone steps at the door. Jade rabbit rises in the east, and the moonlight is bright. Finally, I look forward to seeing you close the door. I'll give you your umbrella back. In the moonlight, your clothes are elegant, your eyebrows are as beautiful as your face, and your eyes are as soft as water. The mottled glass moon shadow floats, and the crown casts a clear shadow, just like a charming and shallow sparse tree without the moon. I don't know if it's sentimental or unintentional. At the moment when your figure flashed into the gate, accompanied by the flowing moonlight, Jin Shu Supa fell unconsciously. I picked it up gently, and a faint scent overflowed with the cool breeze in the mountains. In the moonlight, Youpa wrote two lines: I hope to know you, not to grow old with you. If one of your umbrellas gives me a sunny day, then your Supa is just a few white clouds floating over the sunny day. The clear sky is blue because of white clouds, and white clouds and blue sky are more innocent.

The spring in Yuyang Mountain has not gone far, and the second spring of my life has withered. Finally, one day, the princess discovered our affair, and only two words were written on her face: surprise and anger.

The tragedy happened like this. I was driven down the mountain by the princess, but you didn't know where to go. I don't know the ending, this is the most terrible ending. Anyway, I haven't seen you since then. Maybe you have been sent back to the palace. Maybe the princess gave you three feet of white silk.

The flower rain in late spring danced on the western peak of Yuyang, and a feeling was buried in the falling dead leaves and residual red. The sky is gloomy, and Yuyang Mountain is eclipsed in the dusk rain. The mountain stream whimpers, and the rocks shake the waterfalls; Rain and bamboo sway, flowers and birds worry; The wind breaks the haze and binds the stream; The bird broke its wings and the butterfly was lonely. On this sad Yuyang Mountain, I bid farewell to your maid, Taoist Song Huayang, who accompanied the princess to practice in Ling Du.

I will never forget your tearful back when the princess's bodyguard took you away from me. She flooded my heart like a bottomless pool. The distant andante reverberates in Yuyang Mountain, knocking on my heartstrings one by one: true feelings accompany flowers/people who are sad and rainy are hesitant/I have no regrets when I meet you/I am not afraid to meet you when the spring blossoms/when the flowers bloom early/when the rain is bitter/I am destined to have a touch of sadness/even if I spend my whole life, I can't get flowers/I don't want to get up in the morning to watch the mist/I just want to watch the sunset near dusk/I pick a chrysanthemum for you.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking back at Yuyang Mountain, my eyes were full of tears. I will always remember this mountain and a woman named Song Huayang.

The third spring

It is another spring, flowers are still in full bloom, and the spring breeze is still warm, but the longing for love is endless. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . I no longer expect flowers in my life. Although the warm spring scenery reminds me of willow branches and Song Huayang. The letter of time made me understand that if I can't catch it, I should give it up calmly, whether it's poetry, nature or colorful affection. Emotions are scattered in the normal life, and occasional words add sadness. What little tenderness is left in my heart will also be eroded. After two unforgettable love tragedies, my heart was numb as a stagnant pool. I no longer expect love, just want to have a home.

Like Liu Zongyuan, my father died when I was eight years old. As the eldest son, I have to shoulder the burden of my family. At the age of ten, I copied books for others to make money to supplement my family. I used to be a member of the royal family in the Tang Dynasty. It's a pity that there are too many royal descendants who fall into the folk like me. My blood relationship with the Tang royal family is far away, and the royal favor can't remember us. The down-and-out life in my youth has prompted me to have a strong desire to embark on my official career and seek fame, because I know that only by relying on myself can I stand the threshold, seal the shadow of my wife and honor my ancestors. I must study hard.

When I was sixteen or seventeen, I wrote two excellent articles: On Talent and On Sacredness. These two articles made our special envoy, Luoyang Taiping Army Ling Huchu, sit up and take notice of me. He is also a master of ancient prose, and he has a feeling of appreciate each other for me at a young age. I know that a low-ranking scholar like me can't get everything I want without the recommendation of others. I found Ling Huchu and gave her "Spring Day" to express her distress that she wanted to do something, but no one introduced me: I wandered around the world in glory and decline, and I sat alone in the garden for four spring days. Even though there are flowers and months, no one recommended me. Eight officer's green robe is the same year after year, but the white hair on his head is more and more dazzling. I want to chase the storm, but I don't know which way to see the dragon's face! He soon got to know me and hired me as his employee. At that time, I met Herry Liu and Song Huayang. Knocked down by love once, it's hard to get up. Knocked down by love twice, don't want to stand up again. I want to lie down and play every spring of my life.

It's still spring, and peach blossoms are on my face. Master Hu Lingjun brought you to see me and asked me if I was satisfied. If I am satisfied, I will get married. Now I have no choice. What I need is no longer love, but a home without love. The next story is as natural as the spring breeze. I have completed a spring that is neither blooming nor vigorous with you.

I am cold to you, just like the flower bones in Leng Xiang don't want to open to the spring breeze, although your tenderness is as warm and fragrant as the spring breeze in February. The days passed quietly day by day. Your blue heart, virtuous, elegant and pure cotton, like water, has withstood my cold feelings. I don't know whether it's gratitude or pity or love or affection. The stagnant water in my heart began to ripple.

Slowly, I began to smile at you and care about you. After I got married, I ran away from home many times for my livelihood and reputation. You and I gather less and leave more, and all kinds of tenderness turn into endless thoughts. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night? Who left the pool after a bath in autumn water, who missed the rainy night, who wrote a letter of concern to friends in the north on a rainy night, who cut candles at the west window and met again.

Who says good people are safe all their lives? You are still unfortunately infected and die in your prime. After you left, I was heartbroken and a great sense of loneliness invaded me. Write a song in the room to mourn for you: leave the sword outside the army, be homeless, and send clothes. The snow in the three passes is three feet thick, and the past is like a dream. Remember the past and make a loom for me.

I began to believe in fate, and this life is doomed to have no complete love.

Your life is lighter than the petals of late spring, but you still haven't had time to catch up with my third spring flower. Tears send the spring breeze again, turning red into acacia. There are flowers and full moons at leisure, and the piano is gently tuned for everyone. I'm still in the wind, song for you: green lights and yellow windows/shy bamboo pruning shakes a lonely shadow/bleak autumn rain knocks a simple note/faint night dyes a day's thoughts/whose dream is wet by the night rain in Bashan/whose beauty/time and space burns with the red candle in the west window, no matter how long you are, it will continue to tie you/the distance, even if Qian Shan is full of water, it will not stop.

End of movement

Recalling three women who have influenced my life, I will always remember your names: Herry Liu, Song Huayang and Miss Wang.

It's another spring, the flowers are falling and the flute is broken. Hosta looks cool and looks back at the geese, and it's raining and lonely. I went to the west wing alone, with tears in my eyes, and wrote "Jinse" to express my memory of your life:

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Why are there fifty soft strings in this bleak brocade? This string of sad voices reminds me of my beautiful youth. Just as Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies, he was obsessed; It's like watching the emperor become a cuckoo, infinitely touching. Yue Hua is like water flowing on the sea, and Jiao Ren tears into pearls; The warm sunshine turned jade into clouds. Sentimental memories can only be distant memories, even at that time, I feel melancholy and speechless.

I want to use this poem to commemorate three women in my life and let me remember them. Let me bury my love for you forever in this beautiful spring.

20xx March 15

Beautiful sentences in spring

1, green fields and high rocks and white clouds in the Spring Festival Evening. -Xie Lingyun in Southern Song Dynasty "Entering Peng Li Hukou"

The east wind has arrived, and the Green Lake has gone up the hill. -Tang Qiu titled "The Farmer's Father Lu She"

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

4, the cold went with the night, and spring came back. -Don "Should be assigned to the evening"

5, the spring breeze has no words, and the flowers are full of apricot gardens. -Tang Zhaowei's Happy Zhang Ji

6. The light smoke from the kitchen in spring takes away the joy of teenagers, and then we can get everything worth learning.

7. Spring is the new season of nature in a year, and the new season of life is only a once-in-a-lifetime youth.

8. Without sowing in spring, there will be no growth in summer, no harvest in autumn and no taste in winter-Hyde

9. When I am old, I will go to Jiangcheng Temple, and I won't feel the spring breeze for wicker. -Don, "Dark Days Appear in front of Judges"

10, young friend, spring comes naturally, just like irresistible vitality comes to the branches and youth comes to your life. I repeat: it is not difficult to get, but easy to lose. Therefore, when you have it, you should think about how to cherish it, how to say goodbye to it soon, and how to finally turn it into what we call "fruit" in the future.

1 1. Diligence is like a seedling in spring. If you don't see its increase, you will be stronger every day. Dropping out of school is like a whetstone. Can't see the harm, losing money every day.

12, people's energy can't take everything away, but they get what spring wants. Therefore, I hope that scholars will make a request every time.

13, the wind is fragrant in spring and daytime. -Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Three Dances of Jinbaiqi"

14, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. -Long songs, ancient poems of Han Yuefu.

15, February and March in Yangchun, the grass is the same color as water. -Yu Zhu, an ancient poem by Jin Yuefu.

16, a flower can't dress up a beautiful spring. An advanced person is always lonely, and every advanced person can move mountains and fill seas.

The promised tomorrow was left behind by yesterday.

1, who left me in a corner of the world after watching it for so many years?

2. Memory goes through the past with time, but it can only stay where it is.

3. The yearning that cannot be faded in my heart has become a persistent belief for a long time.

Sometimes, painful memories can remain in our minds and can never be erased.

5, the same thing, we can comfort others, but we can't convince ourselves.

6. We are all a group of children who laugh recklessly in the sun, but cry hysterically in the moonlight.

7. I deleted your qq but memorized it. I just searched again and again, but it will never bother you.

I want to wake up one day with sunshine, sunshine, love and you. ...

9. I want stable happiness, can resist the pain of loss, and my journey will not be lonely.

10, there's nothing to be unhappy about. You will drown if you stand in a crowd.

1 1, I tried my best not to let the people around me feel sad, only to find that it was myself who was injured.

12, can you stop being nice to me and let go?

13, there are some things, not that I don't care, but that I care.

14, lost it, I want you to come back. I've been waiting for you in the same place,

15, the promised tomorrow. Left it yesterday.

16, letting go and persisting are often just between thoughts, but it is so difficult to do it.

17, I'm not afraid of you perfunctory me, one day you will understand my goodness.

18, who can understand whose deep love, who can understand who left.

Although I am not the best, there is only one me in the world.

I don't expect anything, but I hope you will think of me once in a while.

2 1, said to accompany me for an outing, how could you have the heart to let me do things for two people alone?

22. I can't help telling myself to show it to others every time, telling myself that others don't want to know.

23. People can travel all over the world, but some people walk into other people's hearts but never get out.

24. When you are unhappy, you are used to pretending. When I am angry, I am used to silence. When I cry, I am used to avoiding it.

25. You live in your city and have people you love. I miss my shadow lover in my city.