Sad love is a mood phrase, and missing is a beautiful sadness.

I have been naive, happy, fantasized, loved and confused by you. Those who once, how painful, how beautiful, laughed and burst into tears.

Time, walking, is scattered, and the memory is faded. Those flowers that once bloomed have faded, and we are drifting away.

I found that I love you more than I thought, but I accidentally missed you.

Feelings are ups and downs, and things are upside down.

Contrary to expectations, who cruelly hurt who?

Maybe I've been thinking about you, maybe I've blurred myself. Although sadness requires courage, I choose to cry.

I will still believe in love, but I won't believe that love can last forever. It's hard to have a pure love now. I can't let go of my pride and figure. There are too many people and too many things.

A little confusion will make you happier. Some people will feel pain if they think too much about something, headache if they don't understand it, and heartache if they do.

The simpler the love, the better. Experiencing too many hardships and tests will consume the original heartache faster! Women always think that what a man can get by turning a thousand times is precious. But the moment he really got it, he was just a sense of fatigue. Hard-to-chase lovers inspire competitiveness. The competition is too fierce, lovers become rivals, and how much love comes to an abrupt end. Su Qin

I have my pride and self-esteem, and I shouldn't give it all up for someone.

Perhaps in the hype world, only neon lights will sink at night, so you should run out of sadness and not get drunk.

One-way trip, one's morning and night, one's youth.

His indifference seems to provoke my colic nerve and ask me if I still love you.

The thought of letting go of you makes it worse to miss you than to lose you.

We broke up before we could talk. But I know that there are many ways to relieve sadness, and crying is the most useless one.

Some things are suddenly realized after repeated disappointments.

Always imagine you crying, and then your eyes get wet.

Missing is a beautiful sadness.

The so-called maturity is a smile that you should cry and make trouble but say nothing.

One day you can come to my mind, and you will see that there are all the sorrows you have given.

You smile like a breeze and look comfortable, but your smile belongs to many people.

The most important thing for a woman in this life is always marriage, and she will regard the success of marriage as the greatest success in life. In fact, many girls are not afraid of naked marriage, but are afraid that the daily necessities are saturated with romance, and love has no place in the face of poverty. Men may not be rich enough, but you must give confidence to the woman you love. A woman can suffer hardships and be poor, but only if the man's love for her is worth making her boil.

Everything has changed. If you are not careful, you will never go back.

The only thing I can do is to accompany you to the end of the world.

Happiness is the taste of summer.

Time has changed the way you and I look, but it has left a shadow when you love me.

Don't think if you don't know, don't love, don't be so greedy.

Flowers bloom and dreams fall back to the spring and autumn. How many years will it take to forget the past? It is another crisp and cool autumn season, but it has not frozen the previous situation into ice.

Love is candy, sweet to sadness. Friendship is a blister, which will break when touched.

It turns out that what is superficial is not love, but the immature heart.

Missing is a beautiful pain-a sad mood phrase.

I don't like talking when I'm sad. I like quiet, and I don't need comfort. I like to stand by the window and stare at the distance. Like to walk aimlessly, like to cry alone, wipe tears alone, feel sad alone and share with others. See the line of sight blurred to clear, blurred to clear, repeated. It turns out that I have always been alone.

Tears as beautiful as ripples, thoughts as ripples, were shattered in Conan's dream and finally became ethereal and barren.

Nestled in your gentle fragrance, I sang your pain, whispered your injury and read your delicate chapter. I am floating in your gentle dream, sketching your smile.

Your touch draws enchanting sadness, sad acacia is like a song, and the enchanting in the song is severely crushed like catkins, broken into a paper silhouette and mapped in a red plum.

To elaborate on my troubles, I am utterly confused, and I am confused about my charming beauty. However, when I point to an orchid song, it is always empty, and I can't hear the strings, and another kind of melancholy hits my brow.

Looking from afar in the night sky, the once most beautiful constellation is the beautiful footprint of missing on the beach of the Milky Way, which has already been melted by the rain and spread into eternal insomnia.

Sleeping soundly, at night, the lights in the attic and vague figures disguise the silence around them more charming, and occasionally sporadic raindrops fluctuate outside the window, such as Sandy's jade hand on the strings.

Don't dwell on an embarrassing thing for too long. If you struggle for a long time, you will be bored, painful, tired, sad and heartbroken. In fact, after all, you don't have a problem with things, but you have a problem with yourself. No matter how embarrassing it is, learn to walk away.

In every empty and lonely day, my melancholy always fills my mind. Missing is a beautiful pain, which often makes me cry.

How many years, how much helplessness left, passing by, passing by, crying, laughing, loving and hating. Every day in this life, repeating, like a cycle, never tired of it. Maybe physically and mentally exhausted, but the road under your feet is gone forever. How many years, happy or sad. There is never a rule, happiness and sadness always alternate.

My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You think I am invulnerable, I think you are invulnerable. ...

Life, without eternal love and endless feelings, always ends; People who can't get it will always forget it. Life, there is no eternal pain, no matter how deep the pain, the wound will always heal. There is no hurdle in life. You can't sit next to an obstacle and wait for it to disappear. You can only try to cross it. In life, you won't give up easily. As long as we persist, we can complete an elegant turn and create eternal glory.

Tonight, the moonlight is enchanting, sprinkling boundless moonlight on the vast land, shaking off the chill of early winter, intoxicating the night, scattering thoughts into faint sadness.

Sometimes I don't understand, I just don't want to understand; Sometimes I don't know, but I just don't want to say it; Sometimes I don't understand, but I don't know what to do when I understand, so I keep silent.

Sometimes, sadness is a kind of beauty.

Every cycle of life is a process of blooming and falling. When the flowers bloom, they will bloom to the fullest. When flowers bloom, there will be a colorful place and a regretless youth.

Have sadness, cherish sadness, life will be rich and colorful, life will be exquisite and beautiful! Really, sometimes sadness is also a kind of beauty.

Since when, I want to be a quiet woman, not speaking lightly. Wear plain skirt, long hair, gentle smile, calm and elegant. Be patient with everything and be peaceful with everyone.

I fell, no one helped me, and I got up by myself. When I was sad, no one comforted me. I told myself to be strong. No one hurts when I cry, so I wipe my tears myself. I know no one will treat me as the whole world.

I don't know how many nights I cried, and finally I know what it's like to be betrayed. Baby, how much more damage do you have to get before you give up? Haven't you suffered enough now?

Love is a strange thing, flickering and deep, growing in each other's hearts. The most beautiful story has no ending, the most romantic feelings have no destination, the happiest love has no words, and the deepest love has no space!

Why is everything so sudden? I can't accept it. Maybe I haven't put my heart down yet. Girl, be strong, persist and continue.

Smiling is a kind of accomplishment, and it is also a very important accomplishment. The essence of a smile is kindness, encouragement and warmth. People who really know how to smile are always easy to get more opportunities than others and always easy to succeed.

I interpret sadness with my life. Once upon a time, how beautiful and simple has been abandoned by the intersection where I ran to the end. I only chose sadness. I want to know … what triggered the loneliness that I deliberately hid in the deepest part of my heart …

I looked up, and the lilacs in the street had already lost their former colors in the sparse rainy days. Some thoughts, a kind of melancholy, have drifted away with the wind …

Watching you mature bit by bit, I suddenly found that the once ignorant teenager has long gone, and now you have the demeanor of a king. Your growth is gratifying, but more heartbreaking. How many tears and heartache have brought such growth, and what about us?

Aesthetic love: liking is a kind of mood; Love is an emotion.

1. When you sTArt criticizing and snubbing your lover, please remember one thing: ta has other options besides you. In love, everyone can have n choices, and finally choosing you is also a kind of goodwill. Cherish your choice. Appreciate each other's choices.

25. Love is sometimes like secondhand smoke. Once it just goes out and spreads, it will be regarded as a passing cloud and will only make your eyes red. Smoke that spreads too easily makes people have no courage. Sometimes, love is like sex, just pouring but still, just like an illusion, just wet with thoughts. The hatred for cool thin is so fragile that people can't bear to leave.

3. Love and yearning in my heart are just memories. I think, some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willingly, and some things are powerless. I love you, and this is my disaster.

4. When you really care about women, what are the natural manifestations? This is instinct, this is nature. The supreme love is that you don't care about anything If you can't do it, you don't love enough.

Love can only be produced and existed in a profound and mysterious intuitive world. Having children is not a problem of love itself.

6. The beginning is always sweet. Then there is boredom, habit, abandonment, loneliness, despair and sneer. I was eager to be with someone for a long time. Later, I was so happy that I left. Once upon a time, for a short time, we thought we loved someone deeply. Later we learned that it wasn't love, it was just lying to ourselves.

7. If you love someone, you will be inexplicably lost together. 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.

8. When you fall in love with someone, you can't help but try your best to please him and exchange your humility for even a moment's smile. We are willing to be humble in front of a person, but if you have been selfless, the other party has always accepted it frankly, and you have wronged yourself, and the other party has always ignored your dignity. I'm afraid this kind of love is not love.

9. Everyone's love includes friendship, just as all friendships include love, you can't take it off. But not all. No matter how warm your friendship with a man is, it can't turn into love.

10. Love, don't pursue beautiful appearance, it will only deceive your eyes; Don't just pursue wealth, it's just a passing sight; Love, pursue the person who makes you happy inside.