About the pictures in a bad mood, talk about the mood in words.

1, the cold wind roared, the years were ruthless, and the temples turned white, leaving a story. If life is just like the first time, why is it that the autumn wind is sad to draw a fan, which is not attractive? It's just that I was obsessed with it at that time, and the water and light met in the flower season, and the golden wind and jade dew could not stop the years. The lingering of that season, engraved with the pale fleeting time, accompanied by time.

2, clear the pool in one season and adjust the flowers in one season; Strange cold smoke, indifferent hope again and again. I can't see your face clearly across the mountains and rivers. You smile calmly, but I'm still watching, falling like rain. Love too much, is your tenderness untouchable? Maybe you never understand what I really want.

3. All expectations are empty. What can I believe? Listening to old songs, thinking about old people and watching strangers come and go are particularly unpleasant. Bitter, sour and sad, I keep rolling in my heart and can only smile bitterly. Nothing can stand the test of time, and everything can only be trusted for a while. Is the oath too false or the reality too cruel? I don't understand and I don't want to understand. I am tired.

4. Long time no see, it's goodbye, but never again. The so-called meeting is better than missing it, that's all. With the rotation of the stars, what we never forget is only the original person, just the initial love. To put it bluntly, it's just the first time together. What is left is the drifting away of forgetting and the freedom in the depths of the soul.

5. On that day, you were the end of the world, and I was the cape, in pairs, unable to rely on each other's despair; At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your shallow brow, deep call, my light eyes and deep affection. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.

6. Every time passes, the casting of vicissitudes is verified. The stars have changed and countless sunsets have come. Those lush years are quickly forgotten and become the hourglass of time. The hand that was once clenched, easily let go, disappeared into the memory, faded out of sight, and built an empty city.

7. When I am alone, I always think about how simple and ignorant I used to be. When you are alone, you will always wait for the healed wound and wait for your heart to become numb; When you are alone, think about how lonely you are; When you are alone, learn to face things calmly and learn to accept them indifferently; When I am alone, I am upset, and my mood will suddenly become very bad. A person, although lonely, also has lonely happiness.

8. Outside the attic, the dream is light and cold, and autumn is like frost. A year of wind and rain, looking at the clouds in the sky, suffocating with melancholy. Sigh that time is thin, fingers are too wide, and autumn grass grows on strangers. Stranded pen, humble cloth, is a scholar. Ten years of cold window, watching begonia bloom, the economic page has turned yellow. Years of mourning are easy to get old, the world of mortals is dry, and white hair has been born.

9. Affectionate has been hurt since ancient times, giving up three thousand prosperity, just to stick to that first beauty. Once I crossed the ocean just to fulfill a dream and seek a result. Why not go back to the original point and choose to let go? Someone once said: I just wanted a hug, accidentally added a kiss, and then found that I needed a bed, a suite and a certificate. I only remembered it when I got divorced, but I just wanted a hug. Human nature is greedy and always can't let go of worldly temptations.

10, I just imagine that immortal heart. Why do you cling to the cold body of love and turn all beautiful dreams into black and white paintings? Any thoughts falling from the rain at night, the soaked land, absorbs your faint fragrance, breeds new humble and persistent buds, and slowly opens a white flower on your chest to mourn the broken homesickness.