Talk about what is going on in the world

1, in spring, I saw some new leaves. First of all, it is curly and bright yellow. When it grows up and the leaves are slowly loosened, you can see its leaves. The colors are getting darker and darker, light green, light green, grass green, dark green, and finally become a big family of green leaves, which can no longer be distinguished.

2. Some people will meet even if they don't belong to themselves. If you don't pursue what you want, you will never have it. Many things are like this: if you think it's worth it, it's worth it! Everyone is a lonely dancer in the depths of his soul, and only the shadow of silence is always with him. All our lives, we want to dance beautifully, but after all, we can't dance joys and sorrows. What really matters is not the years in life, but the life in the years.

3, the fog of Qingshan, a hundred miles enchanting. Trees all over the world are red. They are in their prime. So the world said countless words to the red leaves all over the mountain, and only plain clothes shed bloody tears. The wind blew away the dust. The red leaves danced and circled in the air, and finally turned to ashes and disappeared into the dust. I made a pot of green tea and watched the rain and snow fall into the cold with the world, so repeatedly and endlessly. In an instant, Kare wa was buried by loess.

4, wind and rain beauty, Chen Lin get their hands on. Life is green and quiet, and ice is sweet and red. Jade pot lotus heart, flower language Fluttershy, a pool of purple ink to leave a dream. Lan Xiang unswervingly, jade box to write. Friends on the balcony, with the gentle and elegant library, release my soul, love the guests in the forest, love the hearts of gentlemen crossing the world, dream a clear shadow, nourish my heart with clouds and water, and cross the dream safely with literature!

5. Brilliance is a kind of beauty, solitude is a kind of beauty, excitement is a kind of beauty, sadness is also a kind of beauty, the most authentic expression of inner feelings, and the most natural and authentic display of emotions. In fact, everyone's life is not perfect, so everyone's life will be more or less sad. Sadness is the inexplicable bitterness of the soul, which touches the soul.

6. Yes, time flies and the years are silent. I think words are the only sound. Words are traces of time and flowers that never fade in my heart. In Zhan Zhan's time, I embroidered a time with words that I can never replicate in my life. Is to let me look back, is to let me wander, cry, or rejoice at a certain moment, during that time, and slowly piece together those scattered shadows.

7. How important is the harbor of the mind to us? We need to soothe tired souls and relax ourselves. My own spiritual harbor. Close your eyes gently and immerse your heart in the floating music, as delicate as foam and as dense as gauze; The heart floats with it, colorless and tasteless, but more mellow than wine, more fragrant than flowers and more charming than night.

8. I have seen the scenery all the way and walked several times. Wandering hearts are always a little lost. Times have changed, the seasons have changed, and life is still in a state of depression. Smiling, my heart is faintly bitter, lingering and tangled, as if I was still worried. Light and shadow are illusory, thoughts are stranded, and smiles are always so far away. Always want to hold the hand of time, warm in the years, warm on me, and feel the warmth of this season in the days of Qingning.

9. In the fleeting time, those traces of love, those emotional dependencies, those dull days like water, and those misty rains that are swaying all the way are all stained with faint poetry in the text. Carefully dry, seal and hide in the flower heart. When you look back and chew carefully between your lips and teeth, you will feel elegant fragrance and warm affection.

10, life geometry, several degrees of sunset. Casual passing by will become the most beautiful scenery in our memory. Destined to meet thousands of miles away, there is no face-to-face opportunity. From then on, your face is deeply hidden in my mind, lingering. In many dreams, I sat hand in hand with you, watching the afterglow of the sunset, listening to the magnificence of the waves lapping on the coast, strolling among the fragrant flowers, whispering among the flowers, and watching the romance of butterflies chasing.

1 1, dusk is actually a state of mind. The scenery on the horizon is wonderful, vicissitudes and shocking; The feeling in my heart is a kind of release, a kind of memory and a kind of sadness; The warmth of the palm of your hand is simple, weathered all the way and happy all your life. Beautiful things, the metropolis is short-lived and can never be touched. All the prosperity, all the glory, all the circulation, will eventually pass away, and will eventually return to calm and become a bowl of pure water.

12, a home without books is a garden without flowers; A home without books is like a forest without birds; A home without books is like a lake without a drop of water; A home without books is a night sky without stars; A home without books is fertile ground without grass; A home without books is a winter without a little snowflake.

13, there is a person, distance is not distance, gesture is wave, close at hand, often thinking of each other, laughing and cursing. Somewhere in your heart, you will always be touched by this name, sometimes like a raging river, sometimes like a stream, sometimes overflowing your thoughts, and sometimes hanging in your dreams. He makes you have good memories and makes you feel sad. Love, love, the answer is in your heart.

14, some words, the speaker speaks, the listener is tempted. Life is like a wandering journey, there will always be a lot of helplessness in life, and only after suffering can we know the sweetness; After the pain, you can understand the power; If you are stupid, you will grow up. In life, there are always some embarrassing gaps. Some people make you worry, but they can't be together. Some missed, let you miss, but regret for life.

15, I took the letter you sent me that year and read it word by word under the bright sky. The elves danced on the paper, and under the thin and transparent wings, there was wind like a song. Deep in the world of mortals, always love for a second first, and then love for a lifetime. In the endless journey of life, meeting seems to be just to satisfy the love of a willing heart, but how many willing hearts are there in this world?

16, inadvertently resting in the clouds, the book of songs contains a breeze, which opens and flutters over the mountains, turning into a clear and dripping toast, staying in the valley, quietly ink painting, collecting rain and making clouds. Qingchi Huanbi, on the inkstone, with an elegant heart brushing the bamboo curtain and screening the moon, according to the surrounding buildings and peach blossoms, unfamiliar with the faint songs, exquisite and long, has become a unique style. But watching the flowers bloom and fall in the valley, butterflies fall asleep and the moon rises thousands of miles.

17, it's good to have you. I am safe and warm with you. But your old gentleman called you back. I am an idyllic Hua Xian, and the Queen Mother coldly kicked me out of Chang 'an. You are in heaven, I am on earth, and we will never meet again. In this way, I have been lonely all my life, homesick for season after season. I spread my thoughts all over Chang 'an, and the bright red is my heart. Have you seen it?

18, the flowers have passed, and the flowering period has been missed in a hurry for no reason. I always thought that the scattered fragrance was the flow of love and the most beautiful deep impression of Chinese New Year. I didn't know until my forehead, and I couldn't find a trace of youth anymore. In the past, many pure favors gave time back. Does everyone end up with nothing? Maybe at that time, we can be safe and sound in the chaotic crowd.

19, the lonely flower, blooming silently in this wonderful music, fragrant my life and enriched my calligraphy! That dark sadness, indifferently retired in the rain, melted in this transparent rain curtain, without a trace, quietly! Only the euphemistic sound of the piano and the quiet sound of the rain bring out the best in each other, making it a rich old wine!

20. I know that you will be lonely in the distance, often wandering in the empty space, rolling with sadness, unable to get rid of the entanglement of missing, and still interpreting the painful missing with your heart. I know that when we meet, your tears are my rainy season. I would rather donate a little happiness than welcome the arrival of that gloomy color again. After meeting, the falling raindrops are still your tears. They fall beautifully and tremble like pears. I am so disappointed in the pain that I am determined to roll a bead curtain to let you warm me.

Missing is a beautiful pain-a sad mood phrase.

I don't like talking when I'm sad. I like quiet, and I don't need comfort. I like to stand by the window and stare at the distance. Like to walk aimlessly, like to cry alone, wipe tears alone, feel sad alone and share with others. See the line of sight blurred to clear, blurred to clear, repeated. It turns out that I have always been alone.

Tears as beautiful as ripples, thoughts as ripples, were shattered in Conan's dream and finally became ethereal and barren.

Nestled in your gentle fragrance, I sang your pain, whispered your injury and read your delicate chapter. I am floating in your gentle dream, sketching your smile.

Your touch draws enchanting sadness, sad acacia is like a song, and the enchanting in the song is severely crushed like catkins, broken into a paper silhouette and mapped in a red plum.

To elaborate on my troubles, I am utterly confused, and I am confused about my charming beauty. However, when I point to an orchid song, it is always empty, and I can't hear the strings, and another kind of melancholy hits my brow.

Looking from afar in the night sky, the once most beautiful constellation is the beautiful footprint of missing on the beach of the Milky Way, which has already been melted by the rain and spread into eternal insomnia.

Sleeping soundly, at night, the lights in the attic and vague figures disguise the silence around them more charming, and occasionally sporadic raindrops fluctuate outside the window, such as Sandy's jade hand on the strings.

Don't dwell on an embarrassing thing for too long. If you struggle for a long time, you will be bored, painful, tired, sad and heartbroken. In fact, after all, you don't have a problem with things, but you have a problem with yourself. No matter how embarrassing it is, learn to walk away.

In every empty and lonely day, my melancholy always fills my mind. Missing is a beautiful pain, which often makes me cry.

How many years, how much helplessness left, passing by, passing by, crying, laughing, loving and hating. Every day in this life, repeating, like a cycle, never tired of it. Maybe physically and mentally exhausted, but the road under your feet is gone forever. How many years, happy or sad. There is never a rule, happiness and sadness always alternate.

My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You think I am invulnerable, I think you are invulnerable. ...

Life, without eternal love and endless feelings, always ends; People who can't get it will always forget it. Life, there is no eternal pain, no matter how deep the pain, the wound will always heal. There is no hurdle in life. You can't sit next to an obstacle and wait for it to disappear. You can only try to cross it. In life, you won't give up easily. As long as we persist, we can complete an elegant turn and create eternal glory.

Tonight, the moonlight is enchanting, sprinkling boundless moonlight on the vast land, shaking off the chill of early winter, intoxicating the night, scattering thoughts into faint sadness.

Sometimes I don't understand, I just don't want to understand; Sometimes I don't know, but I just don't want to say it; Sometimes I don't understand, but I don't know what to do when I understand, so I keep silent.

Thinking of you is a sweet sadness and a painful expectation.

1, since two of a kind appeared in the world, it is doomed that some people will be tired or injured because of love.

2. I just want to miss you like this. Although I can only think of you silently every night, you have touched my heart. I hope my heart can accompany you to sleep.

3. In my heart, sadness or happiness will always be a memory on the road of life and a beautiful scenery.

4, who is not tired of love, who is not hurt by love.

Some flowers are destined to follow the wind, and some love is destined to follow the fate. Origin and fate are like the wind, which comes and goes without a trace. Not long-lasting love also comes and goes in a hurry.

6. A sleepless night, a long wait, a heartache, a pair of expectant eyes, just for one person.

7. Missing you is a sweet sadness, a painful expectation, a happy melancholy, and a kind of helplessness that can't be ignored.

8. I miss you infinitely, just like my heart is beating on the harbor where colorful clouds rise. It is the kind of exultation that ripples in my heart. I just want to tie you and me to the end of the years with a thread of love one day.

9. I am sitting alone in the four corners of my world, quietly enjoying the peace, my fingertips are full of thoughts, and I am addicted to the past that I have never forgotten, as if it was a lifetime ago.

10, I hold an imaginary miss in my hand, but I am not so obsessed. People whose hearts are far away find that I don't miss them very much and occasionally feel lonely.

1 1, a lot of sadness, maybe disappointment, maybe expectation, maybe helplessness.

12, the song is over, but I can't say goodbye to the past and sink into your thoughts. Ups and downs, ups and downs lead a drunken life, your heart is still clear, and your sadness is still hanging in your eyes.

13, you and I are destined to meet by chance, and the accumulation of a little acacia will always be the pain of distance.

14. In my dream, your shadow gently slipped from my heart, and your warmth was long gone, leaving only wet memories in my world.

15, the wind of memory blew all over the hills, and I stayed on the silent branches, where there was no fragrant world and no human warmth and coldness, but it seemed so empty and lonely.

16, emotional wounds are difficult to heal, even if the wounds heal, they will leave dazzling scars.

17, feelings have always been a double-edged sword, which can hurt others as well as yourself.

18, alone, listening to the songs of two people, so warm and sad.

19, casual meeting, casual separation, life is always like this, very helpless.

20. Love begins with a smile and ends with tears. Injured, scarred, and finally left a trace, maybe silence is the best comfort, maybe memory is the best ending.

2 1, love, a little helpless, gloomy, how sad, how sad and persistent I am to miss you.

Love is a beautiful love phrase when we meet.

Letting go is not an excuse for not loving, but holding hands is eternal.

People always cherish what they don't get and forget what they have.

When you have lost, give up bravely.

Don't let past sadness or future worries ruin present happiness.

Seize the opportunity, pay wholeheartedly, and leave no regrets.

Love is a kind of meeting, which can't wait or be prepared.

Sometimes, you give the simplest advice to others, but it is the hardest to do it yourself.

No matter what happened in the past, the best hasn't come yet.

I need to hold your hand and tell you what forever is.

The real destiny is not God's arrangement, but your initiative.

The real inferiority is not that you are bad, but that you think too well of her.

What really matters is not that you ask her to change what you think is good, but that you first discover her change.

The real contradiction is not that she doesn't understand you, but that you refuse to tolerate her.

The end of feelings is to go through the running-in period and reach a bottleneck.

And then you don't care about me. I don't care about you.

You don't have me and I don't have you.

Everyone can live in peace.

Maybe this is the doomed ending.

I always knew.

Yours, I love you, just saying.

It's just that I don't want to be alone again.

But I really fell in love with you, only to find that you never thought about me from beginning to end.

I don't want you to talk about me

But I'm thinking about others.

You don't even feel safe.

What other credible things or people are there?

Living with a mask, I can't understand

I'm not out of god's control.

Even if you don't meet in the next second, you will meet in the last second.

What you can let go is the past, but what you can't let go is the memory.

As long as I can meet you, whenever is my most beautiful time.

In fact, love is not fun, just because it is not good, so it is enjoyable.

Obviously, everyone has two atria, but only one person can live there.

It is better to forget with a smile than to recall with sadness.

At that age, we all thought we had love.

Only when you are injured do you know that only you can warm yourself in the world.

A thousand reasons to believe are finally forgotten in other people's stories.

Live alone, walk alone, and tell yourself that few people love me.

If love songs can't move you, then my heart can.

Some things are only worth remembering, and some people can only be passers-by

Trying to lose myself, I still can't find that you.

I'd rather go back to myself and be alone.