Beautiful and sad love story: The night wind in the city is very strong. If there is no place for me, remember to go home early.

1. If I had never met each other in life, I would not believe that there is a kind of person that I can never tire of, and there is a kind of person that makes me feel warm once I get to know him.

2. It is not easy to meet, so do it and cherish it.

3. I want to see you, after the wind that swallows the clouds and the moon, in the ordinary day after day.

4. One night many years later, will you suddenly think of me and burst into tears, only to realize that you owed me so much?

5. Those you love most may not be suitable for being together. Falling in love means letting each other be themselves. You were here for a while, but I missed you all my life.

6. When we were young, we gave up, thinking that it was just a relationship, but later we realized that it was actually a lifetime.

7. To like someone is to beat your heart and breathe ten thousand times, and to bow your head and sigh ten thousand times.

8. The night wind in the city is very strong. If there is no place for me, remember to go home early.

9. If someone warms you up, you will become hot. If someone cools you, you will turn into ice. Please forgive me for my love and hate in my life.

10. No matter how estranged we become in the end, the kindness I once showed you is true. I hope you don’t regret knowing me and that you are really happy. There is no soft love in a hard city - Classic Personality Saying

The wind blows hollowly. Another year passed like this. The coming year will continue like this. I don’t know whether there is frustration hidden behind the stability, or whether there is stability in the depression. We just can't find it.

Leave, let things become simpler, people become kind, like children, we start again.

When a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide, then lick its wounds and persist on its own, but once it is greeted with greetings, it cannot bear it.

The wound is just like me, a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know you are a child who worries easily, so I put the thread in your hands but didn't dare to fly too far. No matter I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see me. Even if I occasionally get playful and get lost, I still know you are waiting for me

I don’t like to talk but I say the most words every day. I don’t like to laugh but I always laugh. Everyone around me says my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why do I suddenly become silent in a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? When I see the trees losing their leaves crazily in autumn, I forget to speak. When I see the warm yellow lights on the road as the sky gets late, I feel sad. I forgot my original direction

Youth is a bright sadness. I didn’t cry, but tears flowed down

I hope that one day I can carry a bag with you. Have you seen it? Mountains, water that has not been walked, squandered youth that has not been squandered, commemorating memories that cannot be commemorated

Youth is a puddle of water, whether it is spread out or held tightly, it cannot flow through the fingers. Living a thin life

I suddenly felt like a gorgeous puppet, acting out all the joys and sorrows, but there were always countless shining silver threads on my back, controlling every moment of my life. With a gesture

Memory is like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.

When I stubbornly carried my luggage alone and started my new journey, I knew that only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes were as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun, which made me feel heavy.

However, when we decide to go on the road alone, leaving all the curses and betrayals behind, we can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but still continue to beat the pace.

I am always attracted by the chapters composed of beautiful Chinese characters. I read them over and over again, and I always feel that Chinese characters are the most beautiful language but not the most beautiful words.

Don’t look for excuses to fail, only look for reasons to succeed.

If we want more roses, we must plant more rose trees.

The reason why a great man is great is that when he and others are in adversity, others lose confidence, but he is determined to achieve his goals.

There are no desperate situations in the world, only people who are desperate for their situations.

Those who avoid reality will have an even less ideal future.

Some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget his voice, his smile, and his face, the feeling every time I think of him will always be there. It won't change

Those who used to say they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.

It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and listen to those stories that will never grow old while slowly singing

I forgot which year and which year. On which day of the month, I carved a face on which wall. A face that smiled and stared at me sadly. Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor that bloom in the windless forest forever?< /p>

Not every effort will be rewarded, but efforts must be made for every harvest. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you truly love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.

Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, so it slowly extends and staggers bit by bit. Maybe we really should forget the things that have been missed

What is happiness? Just cover up your sadness and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love in a hard city.

Life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be charming because of sadness.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers are like a blink of an eye.

Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.

Who is the passer-by in life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul

I look back at myself I watched the road of growth day by day. I stood on the roadside with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker and saw countless people walking past me expressionlessly. Occasionally, someone stopped and smiled at me, as bright as a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth in my life. Seeing them reminds me of never leaving.

This city does not have legends about grass growing and orioles flying. It always lives in reality, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, and false smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Those things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of never forgetting them; one day they will be completely different. Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to go easily. Believe in myths. There is no soft love in a hard city - Personality classic talk_1

The wind blew hollowly. Another year passed like this. The coming year will continue like this. I don’t know whether there is frustration hidden behind the stability, or whether there is stability in the depression. We just can't find it.

Leave, let things become simpler, people become kind, like children, we start again.

When a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide, then lick its wounds and persist on its own, but once it is greeted by others, it cannot bear it.

The wound is just like me, a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know you are a child who worries easily, so I put the thread in your hands but did not dare to fly too far. No matter if I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see me. Even if I occasionally get playful and get lost, I still know you are waiting for me

I don’t like to talk but I say the most things every day. I don’t like to laugh but I always laugh. Everyone around me says my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy.

But why do I suddenly become silent in a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? When I see the trees losing their leaves crazily in autumn, I forget to speak. When I see the warm yellow lights on the road as the sky gets late, I feel sad. I forgot my original direction

Youth is a bright sadness. I didn’t cry, but tears flowed down

I hope that one day I can carry a bag with you. Have you seen it? Mountains, water that has not been walked, squandered youth that has not been squandered, commemorating memories that cannot be commemorated

Youth is a puddle of water, whether it is spread out or held tightly, it cannot flow through the fingers. Living a thin life

I suddenly felt like a gorgeous puppet, acting out all the joys and sorrows, but there were always countless shining silver threads on my back, controlling every moment of my life. With a gesture

Memory is like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.

When I stubbornly carried my luggage alone and started my new journey, I knew that only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes were as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun, which made me feel heavy.

However, when we decide to go on the road alone, leaving all the curses and betrayals behind, we can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but still continue to beat the pace.

I am always attracted by the chapters composed of beautiful Chinese characters. I read them over and over again, and I always feel that Chinese characters are the most beautiful language but not the most beautiful words.

Don’t look for excuses to fail, only look for reasons to succeed.

If we want more roses, we must plant more rose trees.

The reason why a great man is great is that when he and others are in adversity, others lose confidence, but he is determined to achieve his goals.

There are no desperate situations in the world, only people who are desperate for their situations.

Those who avoid reality will have an even less ideal future.

Some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget his voice, his smile, and his face, the feeling every time I think of him will always be there. It won't change

Those who used to say they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.

It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and listen to those stories that will never grow old while slowly singing

I forgot which year and which year. On which day of the month, I carved a face on which wall. A face that smiled and stared at me sadly. Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor that bloom in the windless forest forever?< /p>

Not every effort will be rewarded, but efforts must be made for every harvest. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

When you truly love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.

Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, so it slowly extends and staggers bit by bit. Maybe we really should forget the things that have been missed

What is happiness? Just cover up your sadness and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love in a hard city.

Life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be charming because of sadness.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers are like a blink of an eye.

Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.

Who is the passer-by in life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul

I look back at myself I watched the road of growth day by day. I stood on the roadside with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker and saw countless people walking past me expressionlessly. Occasionally, someone stopped and smiled at me, as bright as a peach blossom.

I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth in my life. Seeing them reminds me of never leaving.

This city does not have legends about grass growing and orioles flying. It always lives in reality, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, and false smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Those things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of never forgetting them; one day they will be completely different. Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to go easily. Believe in myths and talk about the space in the city

1. This city has a story

I forgot how long it has been since we last met, how long we didn’t call, how long it was when we didn’t hear from you . I have been staying in this place where we met each other, but now I feel like the whole city has become desolate without you. This city is very noisy, everyone is walking around, crying and laughing, and cars are coming and going. Every passer-by, the beggar squatting to beg for money, every character has a story hidden in their heart, and who knows whether this story will start with a bang or end in a mediocre way. This city is very simple, one person, one song, and one story.

2. You went to another city for one day. It's only half an hour's train ride away from me. But when you are not here, I feel as if you are far away, and I miss you terribly. I look forward to leaving get off work today more than any other day. You said you would pick me up when I get off work. IMISSYOU.

3. The whole city fell into darkness, and lonely people were looking for their own position. Pretending became a kind of defense against being seen through and heartbreaking - You Hongming

4. There will always be someone who,

walks through the city you lived in when you don’t know it,

listens to your favorite songs alone,

Eat your favorite snacks,

Browse your Weibo quietly,

Click on your QQ but dare not speak,

and then feel sad off.

I am used to thinking of you in the dark night,

I recall the moment when I met you over and over again.

I miss every brief encounter with you.

Worry about you in the most dangerous moments, miss you in the happiest moments,

long for you in the saddest moments, touch you in the quietest moments.

You may know each other, and you may not be familiar with them.

But you should know that there is someone who picks up and stumbles along the way,

just wants to make up for your youth - the time she missed.

5. She flagged down a taxi, and when she got in, she found that he was driving! !

Ten years ago, they were close lovers

She chose to break up under the pressure of her parents, and they have never seen each other in the same city since then.

-How are you?

-I'm fine, how about you?

-Me too.

She saw that he was still wearing the watch she gave him;

When she got off the car, he heard the clear and sweet sound of the little bell on her backpack. He gave it to her

(No matter how long it takes, we still love each other)

6. Standing in a corner of this city, taking a deep breath of the air called loneliness, it’s really is not lonely at all.

7. In long-distance relationships, I often say that if a woman gives up everything and goes to her man’s city, more than half of them will break up. If the man is willing to sacrifice, there will be a high success rate. But long-distance marriage is different. Choose the city that is most beneficial to the development of the family. Everyone's sacrifice is for the family. So, if you are in a long-distance relationship and a man wants you to give up everything, please get married first. If you want to share joys and sorrows, let's make a bet together. Why do women always have to sacrifice?

8. A city without you is like a cold diamond, shining with cold light, cutting through all the thoughts; a city with you is no longer a wounded city~~~~

9 , At the end of the city, there is a memory recycling station, where there lives an old man named Lao Wang who recycles memories.

Lao Wang is lonely and helpless. When he has nothing to do, he spends his days looking at other people's memories. But the memories that end up in the recycling bin are mostly sad memories.

People often say that the reason why people suffer is because their memory is too good. However, when you come to the memory recycling station, you can take away the memories that you don’t want to touch anymore by spending a small amount of money.

The process of taking away memories is extremely simple. Just wear a special helmet, enter the start and end time, and your memory will be blank!

10. I like walking alone in the city at night. It is a lonely and romantic feeling. .

11. If there is an afterlife, I would choose to be born in his city, preferably in the same community, in the same building, study in the same school, attend classes in the same class, and go home together after school. I am in my life, and he is in my life. When he hurts, I hurt with him, make troubles with him, and make mischief with him. He is happy, and I am happy with him. When he is lost, I encourage him, and I do it when he is sad. Make him happy with funny faces, we will get married, and I will take care of his daily life. I will make him a nutritious breakfast every day. When he comes home from work, I will put him in a hot bath. He likes to watch the news, military, and sports. I will accompany him. Look together, we will have children, we will grow old together, I will die after he dies, I don’t want no one to take care of her when he is alive, no one will talk to him, I am afraid that I will be alone, afraid He will be sad,

12. Working hard in different cities, I will occasionally think about you. This kind of me and that kind of you, how long will it take to get together?

13. It is not easy to meet people who have lost their fate, even in the same city; one reincarnation means a lifetime. ——In this noisy city, who is missing whom?

14. The world is small and the city is big.

peoplewholackforluckwouldnotseeoneanotheragainfortherestoflife.

The world is small and the city is big.

People who lack fate may not see one another again for the rest of life.

See you soon.

15. Things are often like this, and not everything will go according to your wishes. In this city, some people must be short of bone china, and some people must have more bone china; some people must be missing sofas, and some people must have more sofas, but they haven't found each other yet. This is the city, this is the story of the city day after day.

16. When walking alone in a city, you will always encounter a beautiful scenery that will penetrate into your heart. Maybe you will stop, recall the past, imagine the future, and miss the beautiful past. You will find that, in fact, for a period of time, there are some thoughts that have been hidden deep in your heart.

17. There is no limit to the days of longing. The years, with their cruelty, make people addicted. The city is as cold as a prison. Strangeness has pushed away care. I have only a trace of memories. I write down the broken days and nights. The lights are dimming, the wind in the west building is sad, the past is complicated, and the story is difficult to continue clearly. I whisper the melody when I wake up. I pretend to be passionate like a scholar and poet, freeze the time to the full bloom, and bloom the old magnificence.

18. I hide behind the noisy and flashy city, watching the changes in the city, and watching you go your separate ways. So, I began to believe deeply and looked up at the sad decline after my faith. Also found a reason for the instant aging.

19. In the eyes of those who don’t go into the city, the city looks one way; in the eyes of those who stay in the city and don’t come out, it has another look.

20. You are waiting for the day to leave home and make a living.

Your step is your mother’s end of the world

You want to conquer the world, but you always lose to Xiaoqiang.

You want to integrate into this city, but your landlord reminds you that you are just a passerby.

You cherish it all the way, but you can't decide the gain or loss.

You set out with dreams, but they send them away with disdain.

You begin to doubt yourself, scholars are like them

You are not happy to become them.

It turns out that finally I am truly happy inside.

21. Lili misty rain fell on the streets of this city towards the evening.

The weather is like an out-of-tune string. One meter of sunshine shines through the wooden lattice window in the first day; The yellow leaves outside the lamplight have become thinner and thinner for a few nights, and they cannot be adjusted into vague outlines. However, the color has long dried up, and they are erratically shuttled between life and death. Under the dawn moon, beside the plum blossoms, watching the snow, the old time under my feet was hidden in the bright fireworks, but it was just ordinary at that time.

22. After wandering around the edges of different cities for a long time, I gradually discovered that there is only one melody in a city, a tune that seems to exist but is out of reach. Only in the dark can you listen to it...

23. Will you fall in love with a person because of a song, because a person likes a city, and because a city likes a life? And then you miss someone because of a song?

24. When you love a city and often stroll and explore it, not only your soul, but also your body will become so familiar with these streets that many years later, maybe because of a In the melancholy mood caused by the melancholy falling light snow, your legs will automatically carry you to your favorite hill.

25. In 2001, China successfully applied to host the Olympic Games and qualified for the World Cup for the first time; a newcomer named Jay Chou released his second album "Fantasy", and he later became a Chinese A king-level figure in the music scene; a student named Guo Jingming participated in the 3rd New Concept Essay Contest, and he later became the richest post-80s writer in China; a person named Lee Myung-bak ran for mayor of Seoul City. In 2005, Seoul was renamed Seoul and he was elected as the president of South Korea at the end of 2007. However, there is only one thing related to this story -

In 2001, the boy band HOT, owned by South Korea's largest entertainment agency S.M. Entertainment, disbanded.

When one legend ends, another legend will begin

26. "The reason why you like a city is not because of the scenery but because of the people there; the city is still That city I am familiar with, but you are no longer the you I am familiar with; in this city I am familiar with, there is a strange you; a familiar city, a strange you; a strange city is even stranger you; I have a vague memory of you; in the memories of youth, we once met in that city where things were different and people were different."

27. In the countryside, the rooster crows in the morning, but in the city at night, the rooster crows

28. One day, a painter woke up in a forty-story hotel room. Standing in front of the large French window, he suddenly found that there was no one in the city. An idea struck him, so he drew a girl on the paper, cut it out carefully, and let her fly out with the wind. The girl roamed alone in the city, drinking coffee and looking at the scenery alone. The artist felt that she was so lonely, so he drew another boy and let him fly out, but the paper boy flew in another direction and landed in another place, and then he drank coffee alone, alone. Reading the newspaper...

29. Traveling is a social near-death experience.

You are separated from the city that is familiar to you, and you die from the city that is familiar to you. You are reborn in other different places, like pieces of you, drifting away.

Finally, you are back. With the unfamiliar atmosphere of your city, you are you, but you are not you.

30. The city of Kunming, covered by the pale yellow setting sun, lies in the plain surrounded by peaks and mountains, as if it is smiling lonely.

31. Religion, society, and nature are the three major objects of human struggle; these three are also the three needs of human beings. People need faith, so there are temples; people need creation, so there are cities; people need life, so there are plows and boats. But satisfying these three needs involves three kinds of struggles. The mysterious suffering of life comes from these three kinds of struggles.

32. We all live in a less than ideal world. When the dark clouds gather, we sway, but the sunshine will come one day. When the sunshine hits you, just remember to bloom your own flowers. Yes, that dream you were born with. Sometimes the dream is far away, sometimes the dream is very close, but it will always come true.

I think the best thing for a person is to be calm, even if he lives alone, traveling through cities after cities, walking through streets after streets, looking up at the sky after another, and witnessing separation again and again. Even if the world is against me, as long as my heart is still transparent, I can reflect hope.

33. The city is empty, but the stories are written by people.

34. The city is empty and hopeless. Even if you are drunk, you will be disappointed, and if you dream, you will catch a cold!

35. You know that even if the heavy rain turns this city upside down, I will hold you in my arms. I can't bear to see your back coming, so I write down my dissatisfaction, which is like counting the seconds.