Missed love

Selected works of emotional beauty I:

Missed love

"How high is the blue sky/how long are the clouds in the sky/Look at the sand by the river/Lovers in the distance/Can you hear it/The song of missing ..."

On a quiet night, when everything was quiet, I sat in front of the computer and listened to a song "Missing Love" sung by Yang Jinlanze repeatedly. My feelings are playing the movement of missing love with the music melody at the moment. I'm tapping my heart on the keyboard, tapping my thoughts of your love in the quiet night.

Often in the lonely night, often awake, thinking about your love has become my habit, and I hear the rhythm of my own heartbeat in silence. You and I have no formal gathering, and there is no formal separation. Love in dreams and thoughts in hearts are only reserved for you in the distance.

In the whirling night, the floating clouds are gentle and elegant, the lingering love songs stir people's hearts, and a faint fragrance and secret impulse can't hide the concern and yearning for you from afar. The reverie of missing is like looking for the dream of the past, which is deeply imprinted in the clear memory of the mind.

What I miss is your back smile, what I can't say is dizzy desire and expectation, and what I can't say is deep lovesickness and melancholy. I couldn't let go of love, but I picked it up. What I can't get rid of is love, but what I am attached to is still that love. I am willing to live in such a fantastic idea. I am waiting for you silently without any regrets.

Feelings are as beautiful as spring flowers, as warm as summer sunshine, as lingering as autumn rain, as pure as winter snow. The yearning for love is like a trickle flowing out of a clear spring, which can't stop flowing from my heart. What flows into the East China Sea is lingering tears, and what floats across the Western Ocean is red rain watching acacia. The high tide set off a thousand waves, with my inner attachment and my excited admiration; The ebb and flow of the tide have my warm tenderness and my romantic memories.

I miss your love, in the cold moon, in the windy dusk, in the spring breeze in May, between the lines knocked for you on the cold screen. Missing love is like a burning bonfire, burning me, burning you and burning lovers all over the world!

The yearning for love is two of a kind, a reflection of the collision of two hearts! The yearning for love is a romantic pleasure, without any evil thoughts and * * * *, just seeking mutual sincere goodwill; I am willing to pay, just give me a warm smile.

The wasteland where love has stopped, sprinkles sweet dew of spring rain, moistens the wasteland and bathes in flowers. Like a flowing white cloud, it brings the lingering of the morning glow and the nostalgia of the sunset glow. There is a burning heart of love where love is sublimated and purified. (Complete aphorisms)

Like a joke about the sacred baptism of life, read the true feelings of the world and enjoy the deep love in the distance. How precious it is to express your pure true feelings, express your deep heart and say "I love you"! The prayer of life is only for love!

Your lover is deeply cherished in my heart. I know how to care and cherish!

Your appearance is fate, and your meeting with me was predestined in previous lives!

If there is no 500-year love agreement between us, you and I can only become passers-by who meet on the Internet. If there are no acquaintances who have never met, maybe a calm heart will never arouse the waves of missing. If it weren't for your intimate understanding, you wouldn't be so treasured in your heart. If there is no distant yearning and admiration, there will be no unforgettable joy and melancholy!

I have seen all the ups and downs between heaven and earth and felt the gathering and dispersion of the true feelings in the world. How many people are there in life that you and I miss? How many people worry you and me? The love in this dream, the thought in this heart, is only reserved for you in the distance! I miss in prayer, I pray, I miss. Love deeply and miss life!

Selected works of emotional beauty II:

Missed love

Love to the depths of silence, love to the depths of no complaints.

Accidental acquaintance, missed life;

Miss you and me, turned into a piece of snow; (slogan)

Floating in the heart, falling in the heart.

The love between you and me turns into a fragrance;

Infected your heart and penetrated my heart.

Your sorrow in heaven, my sigh in hell;

Your yearning for the moon, my helplessness for Mars.

Long-lost thoughts, late pain;

Torture you and humiliate me.

What you think, my regret.

Connected to you, infiltrated me.

Your figure, my memory; (Osamu Dazai)

Take you away and stab me.

It's all over,

Has been swallowed up by darkness,

Disappear in grief.

My confusion, my regret;

Has turned to ashes,

Disappear on the horizon.

It's over.

Three works of emotional beauty:

Missed love

The yearning for love is like a wisp of morning mist, like an invisible silk thread, like 1 endless paths. In this evening sunset, I saw a path full of flowers, where there was light and life everywhere. Feelings! She has both infinite joy and infinite yearning. You will never understand that if he is an eagle in the sky, I will shape his image with the desire of love. If he were a seed, I would plant it on the land of my heart with loving eyes.

The thoughts of love are as soft as water, as warm as a dream and as confused as a cloud. The yearning for love, like a net rope, has caught my heavy and worried heart and the sweetness and past haunted by dreams. It also carries my vision, my search, my dream-the road we walked together, the whispering under the tree, the sweet words that accompanied me all the way, the sweet songs in the depths of the wilderness, the vigorous dance steps in the sunset, and the brilliant words, which are all around me or displayed in my mind. No one understands the loneliness in my mind, and no one understands the repression in my mind. When I miss you, my heart beats with joy, longing and inspiration.

Missing love is like falling rain, will it wet everything? Is that an umbrella, stationery and clothes? No, it's my lost wing. I often spit out my thoughts on the vast starry sky, the deep moon and the empty clouds. Ask them to take my thoughts away and let me listen to his affectionate words again-

The yearning for love is longer than the eternal universe, more expensive than the mountain through the clouds, and better than the fairy tale world. Anxious thoughts, across the ocean, endless thoughts. His image is shaped like a god in my heart. When the fire of missing is lit, my fiery heart will stir forever!

The yearning for love, like a tape, records my thoughts and feelings, as well as the lingering tenderness and sweetness that impact on the thick cocoon. The yearning for love also condensed my lost years, soothed my vicissitudes, and showed my perfect vision and fairy-tale dream-