Talk about exclusive memory

1, there is a kind of missing, among thousands of people, only one eye is the hope of heart to heart. No words, just a hug, you can feel the taste of lovesickness. If you taste it, you can't give up. The beauty of that eye, the ripple of that eye and the entanglement of that eye are the warmest sunshine in spring, which falls in my heart and is willing to sink for it.

2. I woke up in the morning and found something missing, but I didn't know what it was. I looked all over the room, but I couldn't find it. Later, I remembered it was called missing. I let him come to your place to accompany you in my dream last night. It hasn't come back yet?

3. Time flies, always in a hurry. When I turn around, I miss your beauty in spring. Without your enthusiasm in summer, I can't see your femininity in autumn. So I have to sit alone on the edge of winter, stop thinking of you before the enter key, and drift away with the wind.

4. It's like the night occupies all the light, and you occupy all my thoughts. It all comes suddenly. When the expectation in imagination is mixed with the helplessness in reality, I am so calm, so calm.

5, the wind and rain are falling, the flowers are all Wu Ye, a little bleak, and the mood is a little melancholy as the leaves fall. Will the ever-changing season blow away the promise of the end of the world in the wind, and will the autumn wind take away all the nostalgia and let the thoughts fall to the horizon?

6. Autumn has passed and winter has arrived. Holding a scarf woven by myself, smelling the familiar smell. When I think of our crazy days together, there will always be a casual smile across my face. My eyes reveal a trace of melancholy and sadness. I miss you far away. Did you add clothes? Do you eat well and take care of yourself? Have you ever pushed the quilt at night?

7. The forgotten years have been erased by the vast wind and smoke, and you and I have already lost our way. In this life, we are just two people across the bank. Everything is just a hopeless obsession with each other. No matter how much we miss it, we haven't decided. Miss you is the mottled light and shadow of the afternoon sun disappearing in the brocade, overflowing with gorgeous poems under the bridge.

8, thinking, thinking in every morning from Zhao Hui, singing a simple and elegant poem in every sunset, together with your faint smile, write down my elegant poem. Time, with a smile, gently shows the quiet words, and the flying thoughts are gently accompanied by drunken words, drifting with you to Chicheng.

9. I think I will miss you when I pick up the fallen leaves. Sticking to the fallen leaves, you and I are zero distance. Silently make a warm promise, that warm smile, let me be as quiet as a poem, forget the melancholy of the leaves, and continue to wait for the next unexpected encounter in this maple forest full of thoughts.

10, you know? How painful my heart is when I miss you. I just want to turn into a breeze, suspended in the air, floating quietly by your side forever and ever. My world has become a rainy season for you, and my heart is full of deep thoughts. My writing writes a chapter for you, and the thoughts falling in summer fly to your world with my poems in snowy winter.

1 1. I planted my thoughts in Meiwan, but they were scattered by the tears of autumn wind. Semi-silk fibroin ink dyed white temples, but could not give up love words. If tears are confessions of love, how can wasted years save nature? Shade is suitable for both. Where can I buy a ruler?

12, I miss you, not that I am greedy for the world of mortals, but that I have only learned infatuation! If one day you suddenly want to know how much I love you? Then please look up at the moon in the sky, because the moon represents my heart! I don't know, this song is not my acacia, I miss you a little.

13, a finger of smoke and cold ink is poured repeatedly to warm tonight, and a note of ink is gently moistened, adding color to the past. Write a poem that misses you with the deepest memory, starting with deep affection and ending with sincerity. Can you smell the fragrance of my missing in the poem marks? You know, miss you! Quiet is my truest eternity!

14, life is doomed, and the fatigue after struggle can only be left to lonely time, and slowly enjoy a sad journey of your own. Including the past that those who have left haven't had time to miss, with the darkness, a fate of estrangement between the two worlds is wiped out between hands and hope. In the sober and drunken memories, I saw a long-lost yearning in the moment of vague consciousness.

15, let miss drive away all your disappointments, let miss overflow your whole body like spring breeze, let miss wash your heart like lotus, let thick miss turn into my fragrant soul, cling to you, hold your hand, travel through time and space, and fall in love in previous lives.

16, when I miss you, write your name in my palm. Spreading is missing, grasping is caring. When I miss you, I draw your face on paper, thinking that you are happy and happy. I miss you, at the other end of the city, I miss you, at the other end of my missing, do you remember to promise me that no matter where you are, you will have a good life and be happy every day?

17, love is like spirits, shallow drinking makes you intoxicated; Miss like the tide, easily flooded my heart; Every inexplicable day, I will miss you, miss you crazily, miss you for no reason, and miss you from the heart. Fate makes me meet you, feeling makes me like you, time makes me fall in love with you, missing makes me remember you, and heartache reminds me of you.

18, sadness is the main theme of my life, tears are my eternal memory, and love is a fleeting prelude that I don't want to recall. But I must remember, because she has completely entered my heart. Year after year, the time we meet is getting shorter and shorter. Endless thoughts, but like the sun, can't leave.

19, you and I have no chance to meet each other, but we have a sincere love and beautiful concern, such as the pink peach blossom that lives in the dream, blooming lightly and stretching its petals silently; Like the rain flying between heaven and earth, it moistens the soul gently and meticulously; Like a fallen leaf in a book, it tells the vicissitudes of time.

20. The beginning of life is simple and pure. In countless sleepless nights, I believe many people will habitually close their eyes, miss a person quietly and miss a face. In their hearts, it may be enough to have such a person to miss.

2 1, the deep sea of memory rummaged through the fragments of life at that time. No matter which angle you look at, you are as proud as a beautiful chrysanthemum in Leng Yan. You have stepped on the fence and the dilapidated taxi wall, heard the call against the backdrop of sunrise and sunset, walked to the place where we met, folded up a lush blade of grass and blew your thoughts into warm thoughts.

22, frost and rain with a cup of tearful wine, half awake and half drunk. For you, I tried to use a thin pen to erase the season after season of lovesickness. In the deepest part of the world of mortals, I forced myself to slowly learn to wave my sleeves calmly and smile warmly. It's just, it's just that I miss you so much that no matter how hard I try, I can't fill the gap in my heart. I can omit many words, but I can't miss the sadness in my heart.

23. Your existence, like a meter of warm sunshine, a paper full of thoughts and entrusted words, is sent to you thousands of miles away. Between dust and dust, the past is falling, even the memories are so pale, and the world of mortals sighs for a lifetime, which is hard to forget. Not only from when, you have become an unavoidable reliance in my heart, looking forward to yesterday, and no one has complained about your sadness all my life.

24, a person wandering in your infatuation, a person walking on the bridge of Xi Shi. The clear Fujian water, the willows on both sides and the fragrant air are all so refreshing. In a trance, your song sings in my ear like a kingfisher. It is so light and happy, it is so crying that my lovesickness is flying in the sky.

25. I turn my thoughts about you into a seed and plant it in spring. I began to expect that the autumn harvest will be full of the fruits of missing, and you will eat the sweetness of this kind of missing fruit, and you will also get missing in the missing fruit, so that you can turn missing into a seed and plant it in my heart.

26. I miss you, really, listening to an old song and singing about our past. I miss you, really. On a windy night, the stars are brighter than the moonlight. I miss you, really. Although I can't remember your face for a long time, I have grown up in pain. I miss you, really, I want to fly all the lost time in a lonely paradise. I miss you, really.

27. People far away, do you know that you are a gentle heart that will never grow old, and I can't give up gentleness. In the distance of that mountain, there is a clear spring-like stream, and my endless feelings wander in the water waves. Who is playing for you, plucking the heartstrings in your hair, playing the heart tide that is difficult to sleep, distant people, do you know me?

28. The softness in dreams, the yearning in eyes, and the shackles in breathing. Ying Ying Yishui, gentle and light into the valley, lingering and quiet eyebrows. Time will remember those warmth. Remember those hands in the wind and rain, remember our previous agreement, and never give up.

29, old friends, scattered north and south. Looking back, the drifting figure, at dusk, lost time and yellowed the diary. Cross the ocean, hold a water lamp, send a message of acacia, affectionate. It's just that the water lamp is fading out, and the lovesickness is stronger.

30. In the dead of night, it is difficult to fall asleep after a hundred turns. Missing is the craziest when the mind is extremely fragile. When you care about someone, you will pay special attention to whether he also cares about you; When you miss someone, you will pay special attention to whether he is thinking of you. If you like it, you will care, and if you care, you will be more sad. A person is not lonely, missing a person is really lonely. How are you?

3 1, listen, the song is playing again. Who will spend the quiet night with me when you are not around? My long thoughts, who will comfort me? Do you know that every note in the song is my sincere talk to you? Tonight, why am I so worried about you? Tonight, how can this yearning be interpreted as a hearty talk?

32. The long and short fragments of missing you and me are now strung into a long heart, which keeps me awake. The evening breeze is blowing gently, flowers are swaying, cicadas are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the countryside with lush grass has long been immersed in the embrace of the night. But I tossed and turned in my dream and sighed deeply: the sadness in my heart is as beautiful as falling red without you.

33. I like to follow my feelings, because the thread that led me to feel is gone. I miss you here and I miss you there. Without your thoughts, I wouldn't feel this way. I firmly believe that I am always in your heart, so I am happy. It's good to follow a feeling, it's good to miss you and it's good to have you. In the afterlife, we still follow our feelings, hold hands with missing and watch the sunset together.

34. When the fleeting wind, happy or sad, slips through the fingertips, the lights on the street corner are dim and have yellowed on the title page of time. There is nothing in the journey of life that will not grow old in the years. With a ray of warmth, the heart will not be alienated and desolate, and those thoughts will condense into a fragrant and dusty collection.

35. The lights in memory are flickering, hiding the landscape changes that seem to pass by. In the silhouette of time, some people have stopped gently in their hearts; Some feelings will rise and fall in memory. The poems and notes we met are still warm, but we can't keep up with the rush of time. The flowers of a season are finally stranded by the light footsteps of the years, leaving a passing melancholy.

36. The best way to let go is not to forget it deliberately, but to let the other person be safe. Then, please allow me to stay on the other side of time in this sunny morning, string my memories into wind chimes and miss you quietly.

37. In the old dream of the world of mortals, are you still missing the passing person, are you still waiting for the red bean that left acacia, watching it grow sadly in loneliness, watching it unconsciously become a touch of sadness, leaving poetic feelings in the seamless years.

38. Time overflowed the greenhouse in Xiangxi and walked through the long rain lane. Flowing in the depths of misty rain. Taste the wind and listen to the rain, the wind sets for a long time, and the rain blooms softly. Pick a ray of moonlight, gently put my thoughts, the wind kissed my eyebrows affectionately, landed in your eyes, and quietly warmed up, not surprised or happy. Put a permanent attachment in the deeply read text, just like this, caring, warmth and attachment.

39. The yellowed old photos are my exclusive memories of you. Walking in the castle of memories, I tried to seize those precious moments, only to find that the beauty of those scenes flowed through my fingertips like quicksand. I squatted on the ground helplessly, holding myself quietly, and my trembling shoulders told me that I really miss you and the time you spent with me.

40. Missing is an unspeakable pain. Since I can't touch your figure and taste your unique breath, why not send my thoughts on the round moon? At least the moon will understand my tearful eyes, she will pity me, and maybe send my thoughts to you far away, so that you can know that I cry for you on a sleepless full moon night and whisper like a nervous whisper.

4 1, miss, that is goodbye that can't be loved anymore, destined to meet forever, no longer an eternal promise, destined to be unfulfilled. How far is forever? I don't know. It would be great if we could plan an eternal tomorrow. Some people may forget what they said.

42. I am always in full bloom, like a bud that breaks through the ground and smells like a curtain. I have developed silent, patchwork poems and blank poems. How many long hours can you bear the end of time in the story? Perhaps it is a faint sea breeze, gently jumping over the rugged foot of the mountain and coming to my city around the bend. It's always quiet. In my poem, tonight is as quiet as the wind.

43. Autumn leaves fall all over the ground, and eyes are shining. Your appearance is still so clear in my memory, and the years have passed gently, but you have always been in my heart. Stubborn in the world of mortals, my confidant in life, regardless of the changes of years and the reincarnation of the other side, just to wait in the deepest part of the world of mortals, I turned those thoughts into autumn leaves and floated to your distance with the wind.

44. Some people can't underestimate. Just like the autumn mood, they miss it indifferently. It seems that they have been waiting for a long time. They are waiting bit by bit, waiting for an opportunity, a hearty dumping. Although they went to Qiu Lai in the summer, their feelings and thoughts increased day by day. Maybe one day, she met him, all the accumulated emotions.

45. In the dead of night, sitting alone in a cubicle with a lonely lamp, I always think of you in the distance, and my heart beats to you with my thoughts. Come to think of it, my heart is warm; Remember, heart is sweet; Remember, the heart is beautiful. I always want to tell you gently that it's good to meet you in this life. My people, my heart, my feelings are reborn because of you, and my soul is entrusted because of you.

46. You tell me it's cold when it's hot, and you tell me whether it's cold or not. If you don't tell me, I don't know. If you tell me, I may not understand, but I will listen. If you are bored, let me know. If you are not bored, tell me. Will I show up? If you have time, talk to me. If you don't know, tell me. I will lose my heart and not like you, but I will learn to miss you.

47, a night of rain, a night of you, all in the hearts of insomniacs, bit by bit, like thorns, a touch, then bursts of regret; Rain knocks on the window, rain knocks on you, all floating in the gap of night, as if remembering, leaving each other coldly when you think of it; Dawn, the light outside the window, through the deep night, bright as eyes, you see the window, see the rain on the window, but can't see you in my heart. Missing you, like missing brought by rain, is becoming clearer.

48. I always like to stand at the end of August and imagine autumn scenery in September. In the early autumn of August, the month is not full, and there is still a summer heat wave in the noisy air, which always makes people feel boring; Autumn in September is getting better and better, the maple leaves are yellow, the air is fresh, and the whole person feels refreshed when going out. But when going out, at this season, I can't see the golden color of my childhood friends and the rice fields in my old capital, so I will always miss it.

49. I don't miss you very much. I just woke up this morning to see if there were any messages and missed calls for you. I don't miss you very much, just turn your call into a unique ringtone; I don't miss you very much, but I was hit by a lyric while listening to the song, and there was a short blank in my mind; I don't miss you very much, just want to see your appearance and listen to your voice; I don't miss you very much, but the first thing I think of every time I wake up is you.

50. We will still miss the past, miss our carefree childhood, or look forward to the day when we grow up. Groups of immature faces, chubby little hands and autumn mud dug in the land can go back to the past and squeeze into strange shapes. But at that time, the space has changed. None of you are in my world, and I am the only one left, shouting silently in an empty heart and being childhood friends.

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