Collect beautiful and sad sentences or touching micro-novels

A person will cry because of pain; The reason why a person hurts is because he cares; A person cares because he has feelings; A person has feelings just because you are a person! So you feel, care, hurt and cry, which shows that you are a complete person. Forgive yourself when you are sad. You are just a person, and there is no need to see yourself as indestructible.

We don't love quality, we love individuals; Sometimes it's because of their shortcomings and their qualities-we love people, not their advantages; Sometimes advantages and disadvantages are the reasons why we love each other.

No matter how beautiful yesterday is, it will eventually be compressed into today's memories. No matter how helpless we are, we can't stop the passage of time. No matter how wonderful today is, it will be pieced together into the history of tomorrow. No matter how persistent you are, you can't refuse the scars given by years. We miss yesterday, because it melted all the beautiful yearning and conveyed all the passionate pursuits. The past has been frozen, let it be dusty, try to write today well and make tomorrow's memories more brilliant.

What is loneliness? A person is lonely. What is loneliness? I feel lonely. What is loneliness? No one will feel lonely. What is loneliness? A person is lonely. What is loneliness? Missing someone is lonely. What is loneliness? No one to think about it is loneliness.

Accustomed, accustomed to the abandonment of this world, accustomed to the stinging of street lamps, accustomed to the entanglement of cicadas this summer, accustomed to a person's night, also accustomed to forgetting the taste.

When people are tired, they rest; When you are tired, just calm down. When you grow up and mature, this society will see through. Tired and sad, just squat down and give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you. You cried, tears are your own; You are in pain, and no one can feel it. Then you have to smile with tears. ...

First love-the most beautiful thing in the world; Secret love-the most secret thing in the world; Madly in love-the most confusing thing in the world; Infatuation-the most paralyzing thing in the world; Loved people-the farthest thing in the world. Lovelorn-the most painful thing in the world. Love is a kind of reincarnation, something that moves from beauty to pain, then from pain, and finally to eternity.

Clearly care, but still heartless said it doesn't matter.

Accustomed, accustomed to the abandonment of this world, accustomed to the stinging of street lamps, accustomed to the entanglement of cicadas this summer, accustomed to a person's night, also accustomed to forgetting the taste. .

Falling flowers can't understand the suffering of the Iraqi people, and no one can pity the Iraqi people. Empty sadness, lonely sadness, how to solve this sad heart. The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the thoughts are long; Gazing at Sichuan is heartbreaking. As a heartbroken person, I don't know how much my heart hurts. We are all thousands of miles away, and we don't know where to go. I only remember the beauty of the moment when flowers bloom. Who knows, the flower heart is in an instant.

If you leave, why meet again? Rushed by, leaving no trace, leaving only memories. Quiet night, intoxicated heart, I am also intoxicated. The ups and downs of the heart, into the whole darkness, it is difficult to level. The soul rushes in the empty wilderness. You stay where you are, and I will stand where you are. The two of us forget to make friends, accompany you to laugh 30 thousand times, and leave the injury without regrets.

If you don't shout pain, you may not feel anything. No need, not necessarily not expected. No tears, not necessarily no scars. If you don't talk, you don't necessarily have no heart. Silence doesn't mean you have nothing to say. Leaving doesn't mean you are smart. Being happy doesn't mean not being sad. Happiness doesn't mean that you haven't experienced pain.

Suddenly looking back, the man is no longer dim. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and thinner, and it's only once. Life is not just what you see for the first time, and it is not easy to change people's minds, but it is easy to change people's minds.

Miss someone, you don't have to meet each other every day, you don't have to own or destroy each other, you don't miss him so much, but you always think of him several times a day. When you can't hear his voice, you will worry about him. When a person is away from home, he will miss the time with him. Parting and reunion are the dramas that are constantly staged in life. If you get used to it, you will no longer be sad.

If you like someone, you must let them know. Maybe you can't get the answer, at least you tried, don't regret it.

If you are sick, you can carry it alone; Bored, hiding alone; Pain, a person blocking; Walking alone in the street; On the way, a person thought; At night, a person's bed ... gradually gets used to a person's life, becomes silent, becomes indifferent, doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to watch ... I'm not arrogant or talking nonsense, but I'm tired of those who may lose their dependence at any time.

It rains because the sky can no longer bear its health. Just like a teacher, he fell down because he couldn't bear the pain anymore. It rains because the sky can't bear its weight. Just like crying because the heart can't bear its pain.

One layer of autumn rain is cool, one petal is one petal, as unforgettable as time, but there is nowhere to hide when you are busy. Autumn rain is cool, one petal falls and one pulse is fragrant, which is unforgettable, and there is nowhere to hide a handful of leisure worries.

If you want to leave, don't give me a reason to miss it; Please leave strongly, so that you are no longer in my memory; If we never meet again, don't give me an excuse to wait; Please refuse mercilessly, let me accept helplessly, the story is over, I am confused about the past and the future, but obsessed with the present; Memories falling like autumn leaves have been crawling among the leaves. Finally, when the autumn leaves are gone, I finally choose to forget.

Just because I don't cry doesn't mean there are no tears in my heart. Just because I am strong doesn't mean that no matter what happens. Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I don't cry in my heart. Just because I'm strong doesn't mean nothing happened.

There is a kind of beauty called giving up silently every time, giving up a friend who has been interested for a long time but has no chance to share, giving up something that has been invested but has gained nothing, giving up some spiritual expectations and giving up some thoughts will give birth to a kind of sadness. However, this sadness does not prevent us from starting again, listening to music again and telling stories again in a new time and space! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, full of detached spirit, it is sad and beautiful! There is a feeling that I hope it will last forever. It took many years to find that it had faded away. Later, I realized that what we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have, what we have and what we really remember! Then I understand that life often needs a kind of silent care and conscious giving up! There are too many beautiful things and people in the world. We have been longing for and pursuing the beauty that we don't have. In order to get, busy, real needs and ideas often take many years to understand, or even spend a lifetime not knowing what to do! For the beauty we already have, we are uneasy and worried because of the experiences we often get and lose. The fleeting sigh of the sunset, the troubles of flowers blooming and falling, and life is not satisfactory! Because when we have it, we may lose it, and when we give it up, we may regain it. We cannot be absolutely sure of everything. If you pay tribute to the pursuit of possession, it will be difficult to get out of the external things and then get out of yourself, and the involuntary sadness and sorrow for life will be even heavier! Therefore, life needs to sublimate a quiet and transcendental spirit. Those who understand know how to give up, those who really love know how to sacrifice, and those who are happy know how to be detached! After several years, we will be more satisfied when we know that the people we love are still alive and well! "I didn't come to this world because of you, but because you are more attached to this world. If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, but I still won't lose my love and gratitude for this world-thank God for letting me meet you and leave you, and complete a poem created by God! " Life has given us endless sadness and eternal answers. So, I gave up safely and insisted on a detachment! It doesn't matter how the secular life of the world of mortals changes, how the personal choice changes, and how heavy the things in our hands are. We are all brave to escape, but we are sad and gratified! As usual, we went to the depths of life. As usual, we gradually gave up and became firm. ...

The most difficult thing to open is the heart door, the most difficult thing to walk, the most sad thing is the heart bridge, and the most difficult thing to adjust is the mentality. The most difficult project in the world is to transform people's inner world! Your fingers are dirty, so you don't have to cut them off The hat is small, so you don't have to cut off your head. When you cling to something, you may only have it forever. If you are willing to let go, you will get other options.

The most difficult thing to open is the heart door, the most difficult thing to walk, the most sad thing is the heart bridge, and the most difficult thing to adjust is the mentality. The most difficult project in the world is to transform people's inner world! Your fingers are dirty, so you don't have to cut them off The hat is small, so you don't have to cut off your head. When you cling to something, you may only have it forever. If you are willing to let go, you will get other options.

Never depend on anyone in this world. Because even your shadow will leave you when you are in the dark. Don't rely too much on anyone in this world, because even your shadow will leave you at some point.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.

Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

3, long streets, countless fireworks, you pick up the lights and look back.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.

16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

19, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am.

20, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night;

2 1, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

22. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.

23, ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

24. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

25, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

26. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

27. Mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.

28, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is up to me.

29. After a fleeting dream, I went back to Qushui to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

30, the fog dispersed, woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is, silent Qian Fan.

3 1, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

32, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation;

Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

34. Just let it be, mountains and rivers don't meet.

35. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.

Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

36, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

37. Perhaps it is the marriage in a previous life, or the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

38. Every year, one day goes by and autumn goes by. One generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the sofa, one is looking for a group of acquaintances in life and one is dreaming. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

39. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

40. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

4 1, I just feel that your husband's comments make me miss your dynasty and dusk.

42. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow and be at a loss for another year.

43, turn around, a wisp of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

44. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

45. The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

47. Whoever should be robbed will become stubborn.

48. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.

49. Life is as unusual as the first time.

50, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.

The moon is pale and the wind is bleak, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. I miss you at night, and the moon is dripping and the night is full. The trace left by the slightest sound collides with my inner stupidity, and tears overflow my eyes, flowing wantonly, like a string of crying.

Thousands of feet's drinking makes him lovesick in the quiet night, so it's hard to wave a ray of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.

Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.

Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, and clothes are cold. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; Being drunk is not enough in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.

Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, released with the night, but left shallow tears on the face.

Forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.

Dust flies, people go to the empty building, and the flowers in the dream fall for who? Looking forward to it, how much infatuation. Knead yourself into reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of meeting; Parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems. Let a cavity be full of lovesickness, floating in the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.

Night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.

In this life, I follow the ancient legend and sprinkle withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In the brief lingering of this life, string the most beautiful memories into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting when flowers bloom. And I, just forgotten in an eternal dream.

I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are in harmony, but they dare to break with you.

The so-called happiness, gorgeous emptiness.

I always want to rub sweetness and pain into my dreams, so that a slender figure can iron my wet emotions barefoot every night; I always want to knead silence and turmoil into sadness, and let a soft hour squint into my desolate leaves.

How can a person really forget the person he loves most? So I forgot, but I didn't want to think about it.

A person always looks up to and envies the happiness of others, only to find himself being looked up to by others. In fact, everyone is happy, but your happiness often exists in the eyes of others.