Talk about the feeling of inexplicably losing your hukou (Article 43)

1. Pessimists say a glass of water is half empty, optimists say it is half full, and now I enjoy a life half full.

Second, I hope I can walk like a flower in the future, through the cycle of the four seasons, not decadent in silence, not eclipsed, and flowers become a landscape and a poem in my life.

Third, all the missed things will become regrets, some can be filled and some can't. I have cried, laughed, loved and hated. How sweet and bitter love is, what we finally learn is not to miss ourselves.

Fourth, when love is gone, learn to live your own life. To live a good life is to love yourself, treat yourself as your lover and pamper yourself.

Some roads are taken by feet. There is a way, and you must take it. It is often not thorns and stones that trip, but the heart. Thus, it seems that the road is spread out in front of us, but in fact, the heart is fluttering on the road.

Sixth, after all, life is for yourself, not for others.

Seven, you don't know when life has changed direction. You were dragged into the abyss by disappointment, into the grave by illness, and crushed to pieces by frustration. Until then, before the end of the world turns upside down, let me stay with you.

Eight, don't say that there is no good man in this world, don't hate the person who abandoned you, after all, I loved you and hurt you, and tolerance will make you more beautiful.

Nine, the leaves are like phoenix grass, a gust of wind has passed, the light black silhouette is trembling, and a string of small notes comes from the ear, like iron horses jingling in front of the eaves.

A bosom friend is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful part of our nature.

Eleven, the clear sky in autumn, a brilliant blue, clean clouds, at the end of the sky, endless clear water.

Twelve, some things, you may be better hidden in your heart. After a long time, looking back will become a story.

Thirteen, small troubles and difficulties can develop a serious outlook on life.

Fourteen, life is too long, we are afraid of loneliness, life is too short, we are afraid of being too late.

If you think I'm too enthusiastic, I'll try to stay away. If you think I talk too much, I will try to keep silent.

Sixteen, perhaps, drop too much emotion; Or perhaps, love is endless and irresistible. You didn't say a word, leaving only dignified air and touching breath.

Seventeen, one day it rained at dusk, and I forgot to close the window when I went out. When I opened the door, it smelled of wind and rain.

18. If you doubt your wife, she will cheat you. If you don't doubt your wife, she will doubt you.

Nineteen, when I love you, your heart is asleep; When you love me, my heart freezes.

Sometimes we run too fast and don't want to run to the future, just want to catch up with the past. However, that's it. Everyone has a deep attachment. Hide and become your own country. In fact, don't be afraid, these are all the luggage of life.

Twenty-one, there is always time and opportunity for what should be done, and there is always an excuse for what should not be done.

22, peer jealousy seems inevitable, not to mention all women-all women are peers.

23. People who love each other often quarrel, but unrelated people can tolerate each other.

24, cowardice is powerless to hurt, kindness is capable but chooses not to hurt. Kindness is very advanced.

Twenty-five, you broke people's hearts, and you want her to pick up junk and patiently put it together piece by piece, just like a child playing a jigsaw puzzle, it may not be complete in ten or eight years.

Twenty-six, desolation has a deeper and longer aftertaste, just because it is like green with powder, which is a kind of uneven contrast.

Twenty-seven, every butterfly is the spirit of a flower in a previous life, and meeting this life is the previous life of the flower.

Twenty-eight, those cool pictures have become indelible memories in my heart. Meet all the way, leave all the way, we missed all the way, but still lost time. Like, Ran Ran's bubble finally burst. Worrying about you without warning is now in my red eyes.

Twenty-nine, what you guard, but others don't want it; What others don't want is their own baby.

Friendship means that I like you, even if I don't like what belongs to you, I will try to accept it.

At the age of thirty-one, she felt helpless, like going out to sea at dusk, unfamiliar with the road and far away.

32. Life will not always be smooth sailing. We are all ordinary people. We live like ordinary people. We quarrel, cold war, warmth and care. No matter what happens, as long as two people have the determination to work together, they dare to go on.

33. Rejection is temporary pain at best. After suffering, it's still the same. Deception, on the other hand, is a pain that can never be erased. The scars are like salt frost and cannot be expressed.

Thirty-four, memory for a long time, memory will lose its truth.

People who live in poverty like to ask about other people's private affairs.

Thirty-six, loneliness is like a shadow, loneliness is like a follow-up, and old love is like a dream. It doesn't need to be resolved, it has become life.

37. Then in a casual moment, you will find that you have really forgotten the things you tried so hard to forget.

In fact, no one in this world can understand another person's sadness.

Thirty-nine, perhaps missing, is like a paint splashed on a white canvas, crossing the blue sea, named sadness.

Forty, there is only one way to be sure that something will not happen, and that is to wait, let fate put you together forever, and let you work in vain.

Forty-one, I don't know why, eighteen years old is extremely slim, like a mountain, you can't cross it and you can't see it.

42. In your world, there will always be someone who loves you more than you think.

Forty-three, in this bizarre world, no one can live like flowing water. However, I always believe that those who have walked through Pinghu Shan Yu and the mountains and rivers over the years will be more lively and cleaner.

Sad poems describing sadness (74 pieces)

First of all, a cloud rose between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart. -Li Bai's "On Nanjing's Landing on the Phoenix Terrace"

Second, the spotted bamboo branch, the spotted bamboo branch, tears send acacia. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"

Third, Yongfeng Willow, no one flies all day. -Zhang Xian's "Chitose, Counting rags"

Fourth, I am sad and lonely, and I deserve it. -Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha, Writing Dreams"

Five, the copper plate candle tears have been exhausted, and the raindrops are cold and dew. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Flying Magpie, River Bridge to Send People"

Six, but a dream, a chic, dusk oblique water. -Zhou Bangyan's "Flower Offender Xiaoshi Plum Blossom"

It's a stormy night, and I can't hear that song clearly. -Zhou Zizhi's "Partridge Day, When a little residual red is about to run out"

Eight, give everything, just not in the mood. -Li Qingzhao's "Point Crimson Lips and Boudoir Thoughts"

Nine, loneliness respects the front seat, only worrying about the ends of the earth. -Li Qingzhao's "Transfer to Fang Ting Cao Fang Pond"

Ten, drunk in the mud, do not remember, return home at dusk. -Xin Qiji's Linjiang Fairy Tan Mei

Eleven, fighting for wine, spending heroic spirit. -Jiang Kui's "Cui Lou Yin Wu Bingdong"

Twelve, I heard the lonely horn sounded in the dark, and the sadness of the guest is homesickness. -Wang Yuanliang's "Looking at Jiangnan Youzhou for Nine Days"

Thirteen, I rode to the edge of town. I observe the chaos of the world on the horizon day after day. -Du Fu's Wild Hope

Fourteen, don't hurt high and hate far, hand in bagpipes. -Yan's "Six Eyes, Snow Canfeng Letter"

Fifteen, righteousness and bravery cover the sky, loyalty and liver cover the ground, and everyone in the world knows it. -Shi Naian's "Nian Nujiao, In the foreseeable future"

At the age of sixteen, no one found a crumpled tent, only a faithful horse recognized the torn flag. -Zhang Ji's "Remembering Friends Lost in the Tibet War"

Seventeen, remember that after the flowering of begonia, it is the spring season. -Li Qingzhao, "Good things are coming, the wind will fall deeply"

Eighteen, don't be dark today, Luo Wei is half sad at night. -Li He's Tanabata

Nineteen, there are countless troubles now. -Zhou Zizhi "Walking on the sand, love is so weak"

Twenty, the fragrant trees have no flowers, and the birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Spring Tour

Twenty-one-year-old, talking about sadness alone, only saw the moonlight on the yellow silk waves of her loom. -Shen Quanqi's "Ancient Meaning Man Joe Zhi Zhi"

At the age of twenty-two, everyone who hears it will sigh, bringing homesick tears to the wandering eyes ... —— Li Wei's Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Flute.

Twenty-three, miss the past, so hurt. -Liu's "Jin Yong"

Twenty-four, after several times of careful writing, the sorrow is still broken, and the ten thousand pieces are even and round, which is amazing. -Du Fu's "Savage Send Zhu Ying"

25 years old, but the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue. -Wei, "To My Friends and"

26. In the evening of Jinling, the grass is flat, the setting sun is bright and the water is ruthless. -Ouyang Jiong's "Jiang Chengzi's Late Jinling Shore Grass Flat"

Twenty-seven, the new love is not worth the old sorrow, but it adds new sorrow and comes back. -Fan Chengda's "Queqiao Xiantanabata"

Twenty-eight, did not complain about Pingyang, tears fell, and the sound of the flute was sad. -Zhou Bangyan's "Da 'an Yuediao Spring Rain"

Twenty-nine, Liangsheng pillow full of tears. -Li Qingzhao's "South Gezi, the Milky Way in the Sky"

Thirty, put wine in Dongli. After dusk, the sleeves are fragrant. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"

Thirty-one, who said that sad painting is not good, painting people's hearts and chasing the world. -Wei Zhuang's "Jinling Map"

Thirty-two mornings, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

Thirty-three, rainy days are too cold to overcome, so you can still be next to the apricot flower line. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Chao Fuyu is cold and heartless"

Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy. -Wei Zhuang's "Changan Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Thirty-five, bow your head and sigh alone. This sigh is self-evident. -Bai Juyi's "Buy Flowers"

Thirty-six, Liangyuan flies around at dusk, and there are three or two in the eye. -Cen Can's "Two Songs of Mountain House Spring"

Thirty-seven, things are people, not everything, tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

38. My eyes used to shine, but now they are the source of tears. -Li Bai's "Three Sauvignon Blancs"

Thirty-nine, the hometown has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. -Cen Can is going to meet a messenger in the capital.

Forty, the same lazy and slow garden guest, * * * in rainy and snowy days. -Bai Juyi's "Drinking Dreams on a Snowy Night"

Forty-one, the call has come to no man's land, and Yu Di blows. -Shi Jianwu's Night Tour with Hermits in Siming Mountain

Forty-two, middle-aged relatives and friends are hard to say goodbye, and silk and bamboo are reluctant to leave. -Su Shi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou An History of the East China Sea"

43. Dongfeng has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning and lace. -Su Shi's "A bouquet of flowers, shallow invasion this spring"

Forty-four, a towel and a stick to the north, the west wind is full of sorrow. -Lu You's Climbing the North Tower in Autumn Night

Forty-five, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him for coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"

Forty-six is a new word. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

Forty-seven, Wan Li, I was sad, willow like Tingzhou. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"

Forty-eight, the purple is half open, the chrysanthemum is quiet, and the red skirt is full of worries. -Zhao Wei's Late Autumn in Chang 'an

Forty-nine, the eyebrows have long known the taste of sorrow, and the shyness has not been solved. -Huang Gongdu's "Bodhisattva crossing the river, Mei Jian knows the taste of sorrow"

Fifty, tear away from the east wind and pour wine into the air: melting duckweed is also a worry, not going to the end of the world! -Jiang Chunlin's "Buji Swallow Never Came"

Fifty-one, tears flow. -Yan Dao Ji "Philip Burkart people, red leaves and yellow flowers, autumn is late"

Fifty-two, the rock head in Chibi is bright, and the grass near the Feishui Bridge is dry, which is worrying. -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Shuidiao Tou and Pang Fuyou"

53. At that time, being heartless, Mo Ye felt sorry for the people. -Zhu's "Flowers Send Spring Near"

I am alone in spring, and I am worried about Guan Yu Cao Fang Road. -Wei Zhuang's "Magnolia, Alone in the Small Building, Twilight in Spring"

Fifty-five, no worries, ask what a drunken dream is. -Georgie's "Chinese Valentine's Day singer Gui Guiling"

Fifty-six, this matter is unknown, and the curtain is full. -Chen's "Lin Jiangxian Gao Yongchu's Ci is rewarded in the afternoon"

Fifty-seven, getting old, worried and busy, cold weather and short days are even more heartbreaking. -Li Gou's Sad Autumn Night

Fifty-eight, Xiang tears are shallow and deep, and Chu songs overlap and blame orchids. -Li Shangyin's "Tanzhou"

The 59-year-old adherents shed tears in Chen Hu and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. -Lu You's "Autumn Night Fence Gate Dawn"

Sixty, nobody talks about the past. -Lv Benzhong's "Walking on the sand, snow is like plum blossoms"

Sixty-one, the street warbler smells the branches with tears, and there are new tears between the old tears. -Qin Guan's Partridges, Streets and Tears

Sixty-two, the Central Plains is also heard, and later generations are anti-Hu Chuan! The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery, and shed tears tonight. -Lu You's Guan Shanyue

Sixty-three, what is the most painful thing before the pillow? Dew on buttonwood leaves —— Yin E's Linjiang Fairy, Quiet Milky Way on a Cold Night in Late Autumn

Sixty-four, suddenly cool Ke, but also moving dark leaves, re-v. deep sorrow. -Wang's "Cicada"

Sixty-five, the rain rested on the phoenix tree, the tears began to harvest, and I was relieved to recall myself from the beginning. -Na Lanxingde's "Wu Tongchu's Tears in the Rain of Huanxi Sand"

Sixty-six, flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets falling from teaching. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"

Sixty-seven, a flower flies away, but it is spring, and the wind floats ten thousand points. -Du Fu's "Two Songs of Qujiang"

Sixty-eight, only idle, still alive, accompany people to the yellow rain. -Duan Keji's "The Pride of Fisherman, Poetry of Spring"

Sixty-nine, Zheng Jiang made a hate farewell, and Yu Xin was sad. -Liu Chenweng's "Warrior Lanling Soldiers Send Spring"

Seventy years old, when can we lie on the screen again, look at the bright light and stop crying? . -Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Seventy-one, a song when the banquet tears, re-cover the towel. -Yan Shu's "Liu Song from the Mountain Pavilion"

Seventy-two, the phoenix tree is half withered and old, and it hurts to think about it. -Bai Juyi's Mourning for Xue Tai

Seventy-three, looking at the road confused, it is difficult to stay in the mood. -Lu Xu's "Rui He Xian Mei"

Seventy-four, you are expected to be sad every night. -Jiang Kui's Memories of the King's Little Building

A sad poem (67)

First, the opposite of ruthlessness is mountains and rivers. -Xin Qiji's "Setting a Storm and Sending Fan Kuo to Youjian Kangxi"

Second, don't say that the wine is weak and no one is plowing it. -Du Fu

Third, red tears slipped down, and the spring breeze was full of things. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Wrong at the Time"

Fourth, no one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, and they are brought back to western Western jackdaw in pairs. -Zhang Shunmin's "Village House, Water Around the Hedge"

Verb (abbreviation of verb) The wild geese let out a plaintive cry, flying from night to night, and the Tatar children had many tears to shed. -An old Li Wei song.

Sixth, vegetation knows sorrow. Hua Shao is actually bald. -Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling Catkin"

Seven, since then, the heroes have been crying on their coats, and the fate is hard to understand. -Yang, "Bu Operator, Autumn Evening Collection, Du Sentence Hanging Jia Fu"

No one can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses. —— Huang Tingjian, "Where is Qingping Lechun"

Nine, a high city Wan Li sorrow, Jane Xiuliu like Tingzhou. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"

X. But this town is so small that thieves are spared, and the people here are so poor and pitiful. -Jie Yuan's "Thieves Return to Officials"

Eleven, ashamed to cover the sleeves, worry about spring lazy makeup. -Yu "Gift to Neighbors"

Twelve, tears are wet and dry. -Mao Kun's farewell, tears are wet and dry, flowers are dew.

Thirteen, moss mangroves down the steps, the rain is thin and the moon is bright. -Li Shangyin's Final Residence

At the age of fourteen, the cry of wild geese made my sad heart sad and was surrounded by the darkness of cloudy mountains. -Li Wei's Farewell to Weiwan

Fifteen, silent spring tears, clouds have shadows, and the moon has shame. -Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha, Men Separated by Flowers, Deep in Dreams, Old Tour"

Sixteen, no one asked the fallen petal, green Ran Ran all over the world. -Cao Qian's "Spring is twilight, no one asks the fallen flowers outside the door"

17. Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng, "Little Crimson Lips, Feeling Xing"

Eighteen, who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? . -Luo's "Yong"

Nineteen, spring goes and spring comes, and fast-flushers are like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Chitose, Beyond the Sand by the Water"

Twenty years old, but the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue. -Wei, "To My Friends and"

Twenty one. But the wind and dust from one ocean to another separated me from my brothers. I couldn't help crying. I was so far away. -Du Fu's Wild Hope

Twenty-two, vaguely looking at Qinghai-Tibet, specializing in leisure. —— Huang Tingjian's "Water Tune Songs and Sunset Blocks the Road"

Twenty-three, willow soft smoke weaving sorrow. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"

Twenty-four, the screen window sunset, no one sees tears in the golden house. -Liu's "Spring Complaint"

Twenty-five, lock away from sorrow, endless, unfamiliar when you come. -Han Zhen's "Feng Xiao Yin, Lock and Stay Sorrow"

Don't worry about the east wind, spring will make you hate it. -Jia Zhi's "Two Poems of Spring Thoughts"

Twenty-seven, a night of east wind, how many worries are blown away by the pillow. -Zeng Yunyuan's "Red Lips One Night East Wind"

Twenty-eight, fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy. -Wei Zhuang's "Changan Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Twenty-nine, cloudy and light rain. -Shi Xiaoyou's Eye-catching, Cloudy, Light Rain

Thirty, the paper ash flew into a white butterfly, and the tears dyed the rhododendron red. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"

Thirty-one, the wine base is often less worried about customers, and more months are blocked by clouds. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream on earth.

Thirty-two times, the array is in line, and the left is easy to be injured by the right blade. -Qu Yuan's "National Mourning"

Thirty-three-year-old, sad to see a thousand autumn, a rain of tears, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. -Du Fu's Five Poems on Epics

Thirty-four, one inch of red heart for the country, two lines of tears for homesickness. -Yu Qian's beginning of spring Day

Thirty-five, the color enters the tall building, and there are people upstairs who are worried. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Ruzhi"

Thirty-six, there are infinite painters in the world, and they can't draw a sad picture. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"

Thirty-seven, Jiang E cries bamboo sorrow, and Li Ping plays China. -Li He's Quotations from Li Ping

Thirty-eight, jade bone's melancholy fog, ice posture has its own fairy wind. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon Plum Blossom"

Thirty-nine, apes and crows scattered in the river, people hurt themselves. -Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Pei Langzhong Jizhou"

Forty, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. -Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian, Leave a Dangerous Building"

Forty-one, Yijun is far away in Xiaoxiang Moon. In my dream, I smell that I am long and I am sad. -Wang Changling's "Send Wei"

Forty-two, it's a pity that a Qing song is given to dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"

Forty-three, this flower and this leaf often set each other off, and the green reduces the red and kills. -Li Shangyin's "Give the Lotus"

Forty-four, do the riverside is full of tears, endless flow, preoccupied. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"

Forty-five, the moss is full of Chu Qing, and the green trees have no dreams. -Liu Ban's "New Fine Moss Gai Chuqing"

Forty-six, upstairs at night, I want to rest, the jade ladder is like a hook. -Li Shangyin's "Two Gifts"

Forty-seven, silent smell apes worry, see clouds in the line. -Li Bai's Looking for Mid-Autumn of New Year's Day in Shimen Mountain, Gao Feng.

Forty-eight, the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to that person all day. -two poems by Bai Juyi and Yang Liuzhi.

Forty-nine, couples in Shihao Village don't cry as much as they do in Shoutang. -Ma Wei of Yuan Mei

Fifty, ruined life and haggard, only a few nights. -Zhao Lingzhi, "Qingpingle Spring Breeze Still"

Fifty-one, injury, the high city looks broken, and the lights are dusk. -Qin Guan's Man Ting Fangshan Mo Wei Yun

Fifty-two, three points of spring scenery, two points of sadness, one point of wind and rain. -Ye's "Why, Stay"

53. When was Gao Huaiyuan poor? -Zhang Xian's "A bunch of flowers makes Gao Huaiyuan hurt when he is poor"

Fifty-four-year-old Mix spent his autumn on the river and did a lot of troubles. -He Zhu's "Eye-catching, Mix Jiang Shangdi Huaqiu"

Fifty-five, a crow flies in Liangyuan at dusk, with three or two gloomy eyes. -Cen Can's "Two Songs of Mountain House Spring"

Fifty-six, the emperor is clear and the people are worried. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"

Fifty-seven, half a smoke and half a rain creek bridge, the fisherman was drunk and no one called. -Huang Tingjian's "Bodhisattva Man, Half Smoke and Half Rain Creek Bridge"

Fifty-eight, the banana does not show the lilac festival, and the spring breeze is sad. -Li Shangyin's "Two Gifts"

59. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . -Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Sixty, Jinling Jindu Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves for one night. -Zhang Hu is at Nanjing Ferry.

Sixty-one, the cuckoo worships tears again and guards the reclamation. -Huang Zunxian "Send Ren Liang's parents in the same year"

Living under a thatched cottage and never wearing fragrant silk, she is eager to arrange a marriage, but how dare she? . -Qin Taoyu's "Poor Girl"

Sixty-three, sad Qin and Han dynasties, the people painted charcoal, and the scholars sighed. -Zhang Kejiu's "Flower Selling, Nostalgia"

Sixty-four, the wind of love, Wan Li roll tide, mercilessly send tide back. -Su Shi's "Klang Ganzhou, Send a few sons"

Sixty-five, Hanlin romantic three thousand songs, sent to Wu Ji to endure tears. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky, Snow Show Mountain City, Jade Meaning Cold"

Sixty-six, the garden is sad for the past, and flowers and birds are sad for this spring. -Du Fu's Crossing Xiangjiang River

67. The sun is setting, there is a mist among the flowers, the moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia. -Li Bai's "Three Sauvignon Blancs"

Talk about inexplicably lost feelings.

1. In a relationship, if you are sincere to someone, you will consider it. Many times, it's not distrust, just because I care too much and am too afraid of losing. With a little doubt, you will toss and turn at a loss; Inadvertently ignored, it will be inexplicably lost. It doesn't matter what you say, in fact, the other person is more precious than anyone else in your heart; Deliberately jealous of slander, just want to prove that their position is understandable. Feelings don't need to be beautiful, as long as someone loves them deeply. A true heart can grieve for you, rejoice for you and miss you, which is a kind of happiness.

2. A sincere relationship is especially precious. Parting will make people feel sad, just like two people holding hands and the other casually letting go, then the other will feel an inexplicable loss in an instant, which will last for a long time, maybe longer.

3. The present situation makes me feel inexplicably lost. It seems that I will never learn to act like a thousand nettles. I'm used to treating the world with a cold and rigid attitude. I'm used to fighting instead of begging for mercy. Because growing up, my begging for mercy will only bring more indifference, and only confrontation can make me feel a little bit of existence.

4, sometimes inexplicably agitated, sometimes inexplicably don't want to talk, sometimes inexplicably in a bad mood, just want to stay alone quietly, no one cares, no matter. Maybe the world is too depressing, maybe we are contaminated with too much glitz, so we have been unable to face the present life easily. In fact, I just hope that someone can tell me not to be afraid when I am lost. I am here.

5, eager for vigorous love, fantasy earth-shattering vows of eternal love. But inner courage always turns into lost notes at the last minute. Years of polishing and washing have made passion and pain a trickle, with dull memories flowing. Pure and sincere feelings, whether relatives or friends, always have a feeling of moving.

6. Your sudden departure left me at a loss. Perhaps, each of us has encountered such a state that when we are confused and helpless, we can't find a shoulder to rely on. I don't have the courage to disturb anyone, only one person listens to the music silently and watches Weibo. When I think of the past, I always feel inexplicably sad. I can't tell whether it's for you or for loneliness, so I can't help feeling sad and at a loss.

7. Since ancient times, I have always had feelings and hates. I gradually understand that not all encounters in the world can leave a good impression in life, and not all encounters can bear solid fruits in life. When the heart is occupied by inexplicable loss, idle melancholy will fill the heart, and the cold world will have a salty taste. In one sad day after another, I have to use this rain to vent.

8. Maybe those memories are left to us for better existence and discovery. Inadvertently, I opened my memoirs. The faint fragrance of spearmint is what you used to taste. Although there are many inexplicable losses and regrets in my heart, I still read my memoirs and your love letters with laughter and tears.

9. In life, many women feel an inexplicable sadness from time to time: they have obviously accomplished so many planned things, but the sense of loss is lingering, and they are always trying to find the root of the sense of loss everywhere, but they are always in vain. The reason is that we are moving away from our true selves.

10, autumn ~ ~ Breathing your faint sadness, autumn wind is still new, but time is getting old in a hurry, with inexplicable loss, thinking of those, the same season, different moods. Come back in autumn.

1 1, like a person, will be very happy together; Love a person, together will be inexplicably lost. Like a person, it is always joy; If you love someone, you will often cry. If you like someone, you will smile when you think of him. Love a person, when you think of him, you will look at the sky blankly. Like a person, is to see his advantages; To love someone is to tolerate his shortcomings. -like, is a kind of mood; Love is an emotion.

12, you will be upset because of inexplicable feelings and say that you don't want to wash the dishes after dinner. He said: hmm! Look at him in dirty work clothes. I have to work overtime. I feel my heart being pulled in an instant. Put away all the dishes and chopsticks. Wash wet clothes. Always remind yourself to cherish the present!

13, inexplicably lost and inexplicably tired, I don't know how to express a lot of words in my heart, and it seems like who expressed it, and I feel so out of place with the world, so lonely. Depression pervades the whole room, and I hope there is someone sitting quietly beside me to rely on, without too much words and comfort.

14, looking at the world, people are warm and cold, and there are many gains and losses. The loss is that I was born in a pure rural diaosi on the outskirts of Shanghai, with no power and influence, and started from scratch. I thought I was a very inspirational story of diaosi's counterattack, but I insisted on being described as a shocking conspiracy packaged by many mysterious forces. Fortunately, a celebrity friend in Beijing inexplicably made up an inside story and spread it around, which made me chilling. I would like to believe that he meant well unintentionally; What is lost is that I am too concerned, afraid of profundity and deep thinking, and my writing has become cautious. The harvest is that many friends who have met and have never met bravely stand up and speak, although they are labeled as interest groups; The harvest is that my classmates spoke for me more than ten years ago, although because of the past too long, the details of memories are different, and I was labeled as a fraud gang; The harvest is to see too many people's hearts and faces, and it will be more exciting to write novels and portray characters in the future.

15, love is not a mood, but an emotion. There is often inexplicable loss, because there is a castle and a beautiful fairy tale in my heart; I am often in a daze, because there is a sky in my heart and a graceful and beautiful silhouette; I often cry quietly, because tears are a call and a heartbreaking shock.

16, I don't know when it started. The world is getting smaller, so small that I can only hold myself. I don't want to tell others how I feel, nor do I want to know too much about others. So I'd rather let myself be lonely and let others' lonely hearts throb inexplicably. Some sour pains are endless, and I can't see through the vastness. I am floating like a ghost in boundless time and space, a little lost.

17, the sky is far away, where to go? Love is not a mood, but an emotion. There is often inexplicable loss, because there is a castle and a beautiful fairy tale in my heart; I am often in a daze, because there is a sky in my heart and a graceful and beautiful silhouette; I often cry quietly, because tears are a call and a heartbreaking shock.

18, sometimes inexplicably at a loss, I just want to find a square inch of land, feel my heartbeat and breath quietly, keep my restless and depressed mood in my heart, calm down gently, stay away from the worldly troubles and feel at ease. Without troubles, there is often an inexplicable squeeze and hesitation. What bothers the mood may not be gain or loss, but an unknown sadness and a spiritual emptiness.