The sky is blue, only to see the blue of the sea. Because I understand you, I know: The stormy sea is your character; Calm is your tenderness; The boundless is your stalwart; Waves of flowers are your comfort to the people. The sea breeze opened the curtains and the moonlight crept into the room. I got up and leaned on the bar. I saw the mountains as if they were suddenly transformed into the sea and they were rushing from the horizon.
Writing this letter to you is my last wish. I think I think I'm good to go back to Guangxi. I really don't want to do it this way. I will be mad, if you are not so ruthless I think I will be very happy, because you are now taking me as an enemy, which I can not afford, I care too much about your attitude to me, and that day you It's ruthless to break with me, but I don't want to commit suicide
Love a person is pain, but also a blessing. I don't know how to describe the word love. I don't know how to describe it. In the world of hearts, love is selfish and tolerant. Love someone, keep your heart in your hands and take care of it. If that person can't do it, then please, don't pull on someone like this! Because he is not worthy of you to cherish and love! Such as
One: Men must remember that their own women should never be compared with other women. Do not always say how good the other person's wife is. If you don’t count her to be beautiful, she’ll be able to marry you. It’s your blessing, and you’re still saying that it’s really bad. For most women, hearing one of their favorite people saying that she is good is more useful than everyone else who says she is good. Besides, she loves her heart
I do not know what kind of mood is knocked on your name. hate? Love? I don't know what to do. The acquaintances in this place are full of guilt and frustration. Your purpose? Lost? Dispatch? Or smart people, know how to withdraw. And I'm just a stupid one. Moths fight fire. How can we swallow the tears and hurt the leaves and the ground? You are still
I once told myself more than once, and I don't always live in my heart. But how easy is it to avoid the past? There are hardships waiting under the flowers, helplessness in the falling leaves, and the sourness of having to leave. After experiencing so much, I can only say that perhaps carefree does not represent the happiness of life. I often agonize over my life and thus continue to
Her stubborn immersion in her love can not extricate themselves. The boyfriend who fell in love for 7 years has gone and walked back to nothing. Once passionate love became the most burdensome between the two people, with a bitter twist on the heart. Love or not love is a kind of betrayal. Can not return to the past helplessness and confusion. Her eyes filled with tears, and that kind of desperate look made me feel bad. I can't find the language
There were two piglets in the past. They lived a carefree life all day. They loved each other. Every day when the owner sent them to eat, the boar always let the sows eat first. When she was full, she went to eat. Pigs eat the rest. Every night, the boar always sent a soe to the sow. He was afraid that the owner would pull the sow out to slaughter when they were asleep. As the days go by, the sows get fatter, and the boars get a day
I am sad, I think you don't love me at all and don't care about me. Later, I found that our stairs were unusually clean and clean; I only discovered one month later that it was the result of five minutes of your daily withdrawal. I told you: My car was broken. I took half an hour to get to the station. Originally thought you would care to say: how do you not take a taxi, tired? But you say: anyway, very close
I took the poison of coffee and drank 2 Maxwells every day. It was hard but fragrant. I was poisoned by insomnia. I lay back and down every day, and I couldn't sleep again. I thought I was in a daze. The poison, a waste of 1-2 hours a day looking at the ceiling in a daze, a blank space I was lonely poison, looking at the different sky every day, but enjoying the same desolate I in the hypothetical poison, everyday micro
There is no way for this road. I don't know when it has lost my way. I want to go back to the origin, but I can't find it. I carry a heavy burden and I can't move! I met you on the road. You pointed me in a direction. I followed you very far! But you only occasionally look back at me and did not give me a trace of care. I want to leave. I want to go in other directions. Because there is a
Yesterday's Yesterday I've fallen into your trap You can't escape Your palms Aren't strong I'm too weak or weak I'm weak I'm just strong I'm stubborn because I can't find myself just because of my weakness Courage because I haven’t withdrawn from you. I don’t know if you’re happy because I’m crying. I’m sad, you don’t care. Today today because of you
I said you don't care about me, didn't pay attention to me in the stubborn night, we went in one direction and left a cold war waiting to yield in the budding heavy love, heavy love who could catch this heavy love who was calling, who was Seeking the Cold War, the Cold War, and a heartbreaking Cold War You tell me you're leaving the wasteland of love I tell you I'm looking for a garden of love Sleepless
He and she are university classmates. In four years, four years together. Four years of simple time and four years of carefree campus time. He is a tall boy with the brightest smile on his face forever. Like all boys, he is careless and will lose everything; he loves to play basketball, loves to sleep late, loves to sing with his guitar, and loves to chat with beautiful teachers and sisters. And she is an ordinary fine
Ding Ling! When the bell on the door rang, a man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, walked into this little cafe with a strong cup of coffee. Good afternoon! welcome! The young boss greeted affectionately. The man politely nodded his head as he approached the seat in front of the bar and sat down and said to the boss: I had trouble giving me a cup of mocha. Thank you. it is good
A woman reads the diary of her dead man: On the day of reading, the man wrote: I know a girl who makes me jump. On the day of falling in love, the man wrote: I love her deeply, and she loves me deeply. On the first day of cohabitation, the man wrote: I want to take care of her for a lifetime, so I would like her to take my house as her. On the first day of pregnancy, the man wrote: I remember it every month
An e-mail breaks the peace I peacefully plan to get married next year Mid-Autumn Festival, although now I am in Wuhan, she is in Shanghai, separated by two places, but this does not stop the emotion between us. During the day, we chatted hotly on the Internet and returned home at night. It was a few hours of warm phone calls. This feeling was sweet and warm. Ping Ping was once the girlfriend of Feng. Maple is my friend and they are friends.
Unrequited love is a person who unilaterally falls in love with another person. It is a love that cannot be repaid. Unrequited unrequited love of course belongs to no sexual love. In adolescence, both boys and girls may be attracted to an opposite sex for no reason: He/she may be a classmate, a teacher, a neighbor, a stranger who is seen on the bus every day, or a certain person. Famous star, some
1, appearance does not necessarily have to be glamorous, but must be extremely intelligent; 2, the body does not necessarily have to match as a model, but must be proportionate; 3, conduct does not necessarily have to be loyal and virtuous, but must be style; 4. People don't necessarily want to be likable, but they must be decent and generous. 5. Life does not have to be a key point, but it must be taken care of. 6. It doesn’t have to be big.