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[Very poetic and sad prose] Sad and poetic sayings

Even if you miss the delicate narcissus blooming in the water, don’t forget that there is spring in the wild lilies in the lonely corner of the valley. Are you starting to feel sad again? Below is a collection of very poetic and sad prose that I have carefully collected for everyone to enjoy and study!

Part 1 of a very poetic and sad prose: Snow falls in the dream, and sorrow dances all over the sky

Sitting alone under the cold snow outside the window, weaving a bridge of memory with our hands, a corridor leading to the depths of time. There are our lost smiles and old guests, the bonuses and past we are looking forward to, and there are There are many emotions that we long to recall. Although time has gone forever and we cannot look back, our thoughts never stop. We can still have that fragrant world, we can still run, and in our dreams, tears stain traces of laughter!

The snowflakes dancing in the sky, my concern for you, your cool warmth, and your charming smile make me deeply attracted, looking up at your crystal swirling dance, embracing the shallow longing, in The cold keyboard typed the warmth of lovesickness; the river of memory was stirred up by this crystal spirit. Those warm words, the mutual understanding and cherishment, warmed the cold winter, and the whispers gradually melted away. The glacier in my heart is gone, the sky is no longer hazy, a ray of sunshine shines in my heart, bright and bright.

I know clearly that no matter what happens, I will inevitably end up lonely. On the journey of life, there are many things that evoke memories, and there are always some songs that make us sad and make us cry. But in fact, what makes us cry is not the songs themselves, but the people hidden in our memories; some fateful encounters, from acquaintance to mutual understanding, to the final forgetfulness of each other, seem to be destined. A friend said that fate is a gift in life. When fate arrives, someone will naturally come to you. Some relationships don't care about cause and effect, and meeting some people is just a firework that passes easily. Loneliness is not scary, but being alone all the time is not scary; falling in love with someone is not scary, but falling out of control is scary.

Life is determined by me and not by God. Happiness is determined by the heart and not by circumstances. There are many intersections in life. We can only meet on the platform, but cannot ride the same train together. A back view, a smile, and a greeting from the bottom of the heart are all the scenery of the platform. Although we come and go in a hurry, some people and some things are still there. But it will be deposited in the long river of memory. In the silence, a flower will bloom quietly and turn into a smile on the lips, with a hint of warmth.

In fact, some encounters are like the flying snow in the sky. Although it is crystal clear and dazzling, it cannot retain its whiteness. The dust will make it dirty, the air will melt it, and the ice and snow will melt. There is still something visible there. See the flying pure beauty.

There are always some encounters that pass by like water, and there are always some fates that are shelved forever and become heart-wrenching secrets. There is always a story that becomes the past of life and a memory that turns yellow on the last page of the book of life. Those who have been in our lives and those who have experienced it are still vivid in our minds; and some fate is like water poured into the palm of your hand. When you let go of your hands, nothing exists. Even if you remember the original clear appearance, you can finally reflect it. It will always become a vague memory.

Perhaps, the passage of time has long extinguished the lingering feelings of the past, and the lonely heart has begun to play sad music. In this early winter season, the desolation and lonely confiding fall to the ground. This monologue of time.

Perhaps, what time leaves us is just a distant memory!

After falling in love, it turns into lovesickness; after falling in love, snow flies all over the sky; when we are drunk, Yes, with no regrets.

Love is like a pure emotion, sometimes it is willing, sometimes it is powerless. Love for a long time becomes a habit; pain for a long time becomes a mark; hate for a long time becomes a burden. A person with a heart will always miss the other person no matter how far away they are; a person without a heart will be as close as they are to each other.

Thanks to every friend who has accompanied me in my life. Although many figures have gone so far away that I can no longer see their footprints, I always firmly believe that the forehead of longing will not fade, and it will accompany me across time and space. The distance brings the most sincere greetings to you. Thank you for being with us through wind and rain for so long. No matter where we are and whether we can meet again, please remember each other! Very poetic and sad prose part 2: A piece of paper is full of desolation, and it is difficult to describe the sadness in my heart

If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the place where we first met, where every plant and tree is so unforgettable. Nowadays, time has changed, and I can only live in desolation and bear it alone. Text/Mo

The cold winter is lingering, the north wind is blowing, the sky is gray and white, and there is no clear branch line. A small village is just shrouded in turbidity. There are no pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, I hear A few birds that refused to return south chirped a few times. Unknowingly, heavy snow like goose feathers started to fall in the sky again. The winter in the north is so elusive, making you unable to guess or grasp it. But in these seasons when fireworks are easy to get cold, my mood is always inextricably linked to the sky. Maybe it's because my heart is dark and I see the changes in the world. The goose-feather heavy snow kept falling, and there was no reason to keep myself warm.

Maybe I am very happy and have so many friends around me, but I always find reasons for being sad, intentionally or unintentionally. Maybe I am greedy and have no sense of satisfaction. It’s because I don’t know how to seize the happiness that should belong to me. However, life is like this, there are happy moments and sad moments. What should have been his own has quietly gone away, and what he doesn't want has happened to him again. Maybe this is the only way to remember life hard. I always think that life has losses, gains, happiness, pain, joy and sorrow, and that is the real life.

At night, the snow is still falling, a person is lying in bed, his thoughts are wandering, insomnia is like an addictive drug, lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, recalling what has been lost and gained. Sad, happy, and chaotic thoughts are like eagles circling in the sky, unable to find a place to stay. It seems that I have long been accustomed to all this, accustomed to every bit of it, accustomed to insomnia late at night, accustomed to fantasizing alone, accustomed to being desolate alone, accustomed to bearing alone, accustomed to waiting alone, accustomed to acting alone. Looking at every role in life, I am used to watching this bleak scene in my dream alone late at night. It turns out that I am really stupid. I have always looked at the world with very pure eyes, but the dust of the world The purity was dyed dull, I moved my desolate steps, and when I staggered back with wounds all over my body, I understood the cruelty of reality. There was only one person hiding in the dark corner, sweetening his own lips with his tongue. Wound.

The night is so quiet that it makes people panic. The scattered memories are like thousands of ice thorns. The memories are pricked with holes, and the horrific memories are pricked all over the body. But I look forward to the night. With the arrival of the new year, we can take off the mask of disguise and face life frankly, without having to live hypocritically every day.

Listen, the cold wind outside the window is unscrupulously fanning the glass on the window, making a crackling sound, as if it is about to rush into the house in an instant, blowing away the fragmented memories and the sadness in the heart. Those fragmented memories seemed to be blown away bit by bit by the wind, drifting into the distance?

A person stood quietly at the dock of time, standing in obscurity on the other corner, waiting, waiting?..

Waiting has become the beginning of a lifetime,

Waiting, and the face has become old

Waiting, and it has become eternal

Waiting until the sea is dry and the stone is rotting, waiting A flash in the pan, wait until the scenery is seen through,

Who can tell me, is there a day when I don’t wait for old age, is there a day when I don’t fall asleep for the memory, is there a day when I don’t miss you and feel lost, is there a day when I don’t wait for Fantasy hurts and hurts.

Unknowingly, my eyes were wet with tears. I raised my head, swallowed this shy thing, let the tears melt into this cold winter night, and then smiled lightly, very faintly, very reluctantly, I Everything can be indifferent, everything can be ignored?...

The night is still very cool, the wind is still very cold, the snow is still falling, gradually entering the dream, to welcome a new morning? Part 3 of a very poetic and sad prose: From now on, when we meet at the end of the world, we will be speechless and cry a thousand lines

This night, everything is quiet. Start a soft piece of heavenly music, let your heart be intoxicated by the music, and let the joy slide through your chest like water. Every time, I dance with you in my heart. The music keeps repeating, I just want to dance with you till the end of the world. At this time, no matter where you are? My heart will only hold you warmly until the end of a hundred years of life.

Close your eyes and listen to the soft words of intoxication in my ears. You never left, secretly living in my heart, accompanying me all the way. Time flies and time is easily lost. We once held hands with you, but we just parted ways. No matter how long it takes, we will always be attached to each other. At this moment, I touch your hair with words under the lamp, and turn a wisp of tenderness into the flying snow in the cold winter. At the dawn when you wake up, I fall into your palms and stick to your fragrant lips.

A lifetime of drunken love for the landscape. Rain in the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River, plum trees and snowy seas, icy ponds and mist, and beautiful rivers. However, without your company, these things would be incomplete and gloomy in my eyes. I would like to live in the abandoned well and gaze at the blue sky above my head. Bing Xian plays Hua Xuyin solo, and the sound of the flute intoxicates the world. The years are flowing, the setting sun is endless, and time flies across the forehead. After a while, his face turned pale. When I see you, what time, place, month and year will it be in my life?!

Can I lend you twenty years from heaven and give you back your most beautiful appearance? In life, there are many helpless grievances and ups and downs. Swayed by fate, no one hears the struggle and cry in my heart, but I still have to decorate a smiling face. Life is like a play, for whom are you acting? Drink the bitter wine to help others. A piece of sadness, a lifetime of separation, a thousand years of loneliness, and no tears for lovesickness. Throughout, you have never been able to get out of that soul-destroying spring rain. A sigh breaks my heart. Who has nothing to do to plant bananas? It’s Xiaoxiao in the morning and Xiaoxiao in the evening.

In this life, if the fate is over and the fate is scattered, then why should the heartache last forever.

Falling flowers fall into the water. The flowers have feelings, but the water has no intention. The clouds linger in the blue sky. If the sky wants to stay, the clouds will go away. Wave goodbye, turn around forever, how far is forever? Until the moon fails to shine, the sky and the earth collapse, and the universe reincarnates again. In this life, if one day my words run out and I sit alone under the sunset, listening to the bells at dusk, I will remember nothing. I can only say your name. Because I have written your name thousands of times on the blood-stained red paper.

Revisiting a song, meeting again in several lifetimes? After years of separation, we will never be in love again. From then on, the world is boundless, without thinking or unforgettable, when we meet, we will be speechless and shed a thousand lines of tears. Thousands of tears, heartbroken sorrow, no place in this life to express desolation.

Let my heart turn into a butterfly and dance with you in that dreamlike music, without a thousand words or company. Let time interpret that alluring love. The lights were dim and I was walking alone. Memories, only the moment we met by chance that year, that silent and affectionate look, I understand. And only you know my heart best.

Let my soul inhabit your hair, turn into the hand of wind passing through your blue hair, and wrap around your heart with the warmth of a ray of sunshine. I only meet you in my dreams, and I will have a lifetime of happiness.

Looking back at the past life and the fate of this life. If we weren't spiritually connected and we were far apart on the Meishui River, why would you feel uncomfortable? My heart aches. If there is an afterlife, I would like to start all over again with you. And I was so impatient.