Love lost to distance and timely appreciation of modern poetry.

The places I have been, the roads I have traveled, the people I have loved, and the days I have spent together.

With the decision to turn around and leave,

No matter how good the memory is, no matter how hard it is to give up,

After all, after a long time, a casual day,

Nothing is clear, and there is nowhere to find it.

Count the time, day by day, year by year.

But I don't know which day, I really divided things and didn't look at each other.

Once in love, the vows of eternal love suddenly became so strange and out of reach.

As if it were just a dream in a previous life. When I woke up, it was gone.

There will always be a tired day for arguments and an end for excuses. I care because I care. If not, what does it matter?

Until the last straw came, silence took the place of everything.

All the "reasons" are so pale and powerless that a person's endurance is limited.

Share Zuo Anhong's sad love diary: love lost to distance and lost to time.

The monologue in the play is always performed by one person and ended by one person.

When you touch that warm memory, will it hurt? Of course, because I once loved you deeply. ......

Yesterday, it used to be

Today is now.

Tomorrow is the future.

Once beautiful, now distance, you and me in the future.

Is there any trace left?

In the end, love lost to distance, distance lost to time and we lost to reality!

The so-called forever is endless. ......

Go back when you go.

Bright moon

Whether it is possible or not.

Lend me a ray of light.

I am not a moth to the fire.

Only illuminate the way you came.

Holy dove

Whether it is possible or not.

Lend me a pair of wings

I won't fly away.

I'll go back when I go.

Author: Sunflower's sadness

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Beauty of distance

Thinking in my heart, I never forget to embrace the real happiness like fantasy and bear the pain of distance. It turns out that scarcity is the most precious thing, and what you can't get is always the most beautiful ~ A: I have a friend who is madly in love. How can I bring him back to his senses? When he gets married, he will understand. ~ ~ ~ ~ A: I heard that you are a doer? B: Truth needs to be practiced in daily life to verify its authenticity. If you throw an apple on it, it will fall, which proves the existence of gravity. But if you think you will be happy with someone, you must question it. A: Why? B: Have you ever longed for something and eagerly looked forward to it? A: Yes. From the realization of my dream to the purchase of something I like to eat, I have more or less experienced the feeling you said. B: You may be happy when you really get it. However, this beautiful feeling will return to normal with the decrease of time, so you have to seek more such experiences again, otherwise you will feel depressed. But sometimes, at the moment when you really get it, you will feel disappointed and cheated, because it is not as beautiful as you think. Well, that's true. B: I have experienced this behavior pattern and feeling hundreds of times. Until I started to realize something was wrong. My mind often tells me, "if you get it, you will be happy, you will be happy." Then start playing some beautiful pictures and feelings. Because I don't get it now, I feel anxious, afraid and painful. If it is serious, it will fall into a negative mood of sadness. However, when I consciously observed myself and recorded it, I found that those thoughts were not true. " If you get it, you will be happy, but if you don't get it, you will be unhappy. Is it true?/You don't say. The more you explore the truth, the less you are influenced by the ideas in your head, and the actions are no longer forced, unconscious and blind. But consciously do what I know. The original idea of the mind is not truth, and it will not be truth. So, when you have something you can't get, you will get ...? B: I will watch these thoughts, pictures and emotions flow through me, but I just don't agree with them anymore. They won't bother me anymore. Besides, instead of getting nothing from someone, you should ask, why are you unhappy now? Why do you think it takes one person and one thing to be happy? This kind of questioning and exploration makes me go further. So, what do you think of love ... B: Don't think too perfectly, be close to the facts. Then you won't be disappointed, you won't feel cheated, you won't have overly inflated feelings of girls and boys, and you can treat them with a normal heart. Once a day, once a month, once a year, you will feel very tired and cry. No wonder the hero and heroine of love novels are always the last to meet. Where will you go? This book will sell well.

A vague realm of life

Distance produces beauty, which is light and easy to get along with. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, which is the communication between hearts and a relationship with heaven and earth. The tacit understanding of existence is the principle of getting along, regardless of wealth, keeping an appropriate distance, getting along indifferently is not for fame and fortune, as clear and natural as a mountain spring, as long and pure as a stream, as sweet and mellow as a well water, as quiet and indifferent as a heart beyond the world, and the world of mortals is rolling, and it is inevitable that farmers will collapse when they are tired. In the face of colorful life, we choose to face the impermanence of life. We choose to be calm and calm, and we can be satisfied. The spirit of pine and cypress is not burdened by fame and fortune, seduced by prosperity, bound by people's words and deeds, and divorced from the noise of the world. It is calm, quiet, comfortable, calm and calm to look at the bitter and happy years, calmly look at the pessimistic honor and disgrace as fleeting clouds, break the disturbance, gain insight into the world, refuse glitz, return to nature, live a leisurely and light life, communicate leisurely and lightly, have a pure and light state of mind, and be fresh and majestic. The elegance of life in the sea is the pursuit of the stream, just as we can only enter a light realm.

Eight immortals lost paradise

It's been many days since the sandstorm in the Eight Immortals Paradise ... You always know where you will go. You must be worried and reluctant to inherit the beautiful woman ... But only those who really tortured themselves, their families and medical staff can feel the pain of children in their youth. No one expected that this wound was so heavy and deep that only they would remember it in the future ... At this time, the blood and passion of society even stirred up the soup ... Maybe in the near future ... they will no longer be concerned by the media. When reporting ... we only remember the story of "Eight Immortals Lost Paradise". It is a novel that we return to the essence of life and face the reality of life. At the beginning of the incident, the blood of quite a few people was admirable, but there was always some vanity of "being a good person and wanting to be known", which was really hypocritical ... For example, many people uploaded the donation form to the community for announcement at once ... hahaha. I want to laugh, which reminds me ... many people around me are usually lazy and not good at helping others, even their relatives and colleagues are stingy ... but they exchange charity for peace of mind, because they hope that there will be blessings in the future (Tzu Chi for one month 100 yuan). I wonder if such charity can really plant Futian for myself? After all, many people are dissatisfied with current events because they are not pleasing to the eye ... They are not pleasing to the ear ... To put it bluntly, it is most important to manage yourself ... Sometimes they sigh that they are very patient and practice themselves ... If others don't practice themselves, everyone will only continue to suffer for half a century. This season's youth is particularly heavy ... Although the young people at this time are not as dull as we were at that time, they are ... lost in the gorgeous flame ... the freedom to abuse. ......

She was once a dream in my heart.

You have her in your heart.

I have her in my heart.

This used to be a dream.

A little sweet, a little green.

When I think of her

A gentle smile like fog

Sweet to the heart

When I think of her

Eyes as clear as morning dew

Haunt my mind

at that time

She is so beautiful.

She's everything.

Go through several spring and autumn periods

Years are killing youth.

Reality ended the dream.

She has gradually disappeared.

No longer miss every day.

Only in memory.

perhaps

At a certain time of the day.

Watch the maple leaves fly.

Mottled all over the floor

Sigh that life is like a song

There will be ups and downs

Her heart

It was a dream.

Beauty in the distance

I used to think that the farthest distance is to miss each other's smell and worry about whether we are not as close as before. Gradually, the so-called farthest distance is that we can no longer show moderate understanding and empathy for each other's emotions before realizing that we may no longer cherish each other as before. Even if we were sad at that time, it was mixed with a little confusion, but now even if we are moved, it is mixed with a little rationality. Perhaps it is to know that when we are lonely and helpless, there is another person who will accompany you in no hurry. Dependence at low tide may be when you are tired and depressed, knowing that someone is protecting you and gently encouraging and affirming you, but I have unconsciously lost someone who can accompany me and rely on me unscrupulously. We are all afraid of falling in love, not the love we expect, but the inner waves. Love is too small to form the center of life, and love is too small to fill the gap and wait in our hearts. What is mine? I'm not in a hurry to uncover it, and I don't want to stay here. Maybe I should continue my journey with these gaps, learn to decorate myself with the scenery along the way, learn to enjoy every piece of self-growth, and go on the road with expectation, waiting for someone to fill the gaps I can't fill.