Farewell. Tell me.

1. I still don't know what loneliness is. I haven't felt the joy of love yet. I feel lonely for the first time today, and I lost a lot for the first time.

2. In the pond, the lotus flower that bid farewell to the bud is blooming with a beautiful smile. Under the breeze, the jade skirt is dancing, Tingting's charming and reserved posture, and the condensed fog reveals a graceful woman chanting the broken but round poem of lotus beads. Beautiful branches are showing you the summer customs and can't help you. Looking back suddenly, the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus reflected in the sun is red.

I can only look forward to reincarnation, because I lost my dream this winter! Quietly and slowly into the sea, maybe life is so helpless! I can't think of anything more depressing than the chill in winter! Think back to the past deeds carefully! It seems that what I lost is the most difficult memory in my heart! What you get is a face full of traces of years! We have no choice! Maybe life is like this, when we say goodbye to yesterday inadvertently! Will usher in ruthless youth! I look up at the starry sky and explore whether there is reincarnation, whether there is a hell paradise and whether there is an afterlife! Let's make up for the regrets left in this life. I overlook the earth, feel the breath left by every life, and look for my expectation.

Sometimes I think of meeting, and sometimes I can't forget to leave, just like the dim light, some people are ecstatic, some people are happy, and some people have no choice but to give up.

In life, many things are fleeting, just like saying goodbye at the station, just hugging each other and traveling all over the world in the blink of an eye. Most of the time, you don't understand, and neither do I. That's it. When you talk, you change. I'm tired of watching. When you follow it, you will slow down. When you walk, you spread out. When you love it, you will fade. Think about it.

6. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was. I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears.

7. I hate to let you go, but I can't let you go all the time. I can only say "bon voyage"!

8. Under the light, what I read from your eyes is my lingering pain; Behind your gorgeous smile is my scabbed wound. You fled the vast sea of people, smiling faintly, leaving me at the crossroads, not knowing where to go.

9. The highest state of being a man is not that you pick up girls, but that girls pick up girls.

10. When I dream of you, I can't bear to wake up, open my eyes or even breathe.

1 1. On the night bus, I think I want a quiet man. I hope he has warm eyes and warm hands. But how hard is it to find it? You can find your identity and your goal, but warmth is rare. People who fell in love many years ago like to blossom. Those people, now, are actually an unconscious trip. Just looking for a little warmth, I have been saying goodbye, and I have never found what I imagined. They are like passengers on the night train, ups and downs, separated in the village before dawn. My journey continues. Author: Annie Baby Source: Rose Island

12. No matter how hard it is, they have been working side by side and never separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow.