Suddenly miss you, but suddenly miss you. Suddenly miss you, accustomed to a person giggle. Suddenly miss you, miss the pain of breathing. Suddenly miss you, the heart can not help but feel uncomfortable. Suddenly miss you, you and I do not understand. Suddenly miss you, buried deep inside. Suddenly miss you, timid, afraid you notice. Suddenly miss you, Imagine you and me together. Suddenly miss you, I hope you will be happy
Some people, the more they want to forget the deeper their thoughts, it is a memory of a lifetime and a lifetime of pain. – Inscription / Liu Zhi Xun I know that you have been sad for me, I feel sorry for you, but I do not know what to do to get rid of your concerns. Because of this, I am speechless! If one day I really leave, I know you will give up. However, for your happiness, happiness, for your unloading
Ten years ago, I expressed this way. I will write a letter of love that I believe to be wonderful, put it in an envelope, take someone to break out of class and break into the desk… Five years ago, I made this statement. One word and one sentence will be edited to read a message that one thinks is lyrical, tap a button, and then piously co-joint hands, praying to move mightyly to force… Three years ago, I expressed this. meeting
Fang Hua Ruo water, streamer a few degrees. In an instant, the pace of time has passed the clouds of youth. The smiles of the old years have disappeared like a wind. Now, I am left alone at the origin, with a touch of sentimental words to celebrate the passing of time. – Inscription paper / flow Chihiro a dream of life, years like a song. I do not know how long I forgot, never again in this lonely night, with trembling hands, hitting
Afterwards, who still remembers the shook on the West Lake on the bridge side, and the gentle steps on the quartzite slabs deep in the rain lane? Wake up at the dream, who, holding yellowish poems in the dream of the Jiangnan reminiscing the share of love? – In the afternoon of the light rain, holding a book of poetry in the hand, sitting alone in the window, hearing the sound of water from the music, the heart, lightly sniffing the moist air and reaching the south of the Yangtze River.
Looking at youth like white water springs, it is just silent rain, washing is not a net past scars, forget youth, how many can Yuan Yuan Park? Would rather be lonely, do not be boring … … Jianghu Red Dust can have how many Yan Ruyu? Whose youth is a Yuanyuan Garden? Is it still easy to see when it is difficult to see it? Whose youth is a Yuanyuan Garden? Or is it an uncontrollable stance? Whose youth is
That year, she was seventeen years old and at her dreamy age, secretly carrying her bags up the journey. The journey that has been carefully planned has finally taken a step, but after all, it is like an unspeakable pain. And the northbound road was not as smooth as it was supposed to be. Heaven seemed to punish her for her blunders, and all her tribulations and twists and turns must be displayed on her body.
When youth is young, everyone has one or two crush. They may be very good, very humorous, very handsome, very serious, very specific, and full of aura. Or perhaps, they are ordinary, and they are very humble. They love to find you in trouble. They always prank, they are all around you. But there are always good things that come to mind. The good music is always introduced to you. The good things bring you. To eat, the funny story only tells you to listen, like
Inscription: The time is bright, the red dust is rugged; the age is like water, and the edge is filled with ethereality; the horizon is vast, the tears are condensing, the solution is not as old as the gods stealing; memories have passed, all the way bumps, safflower willows will be prosperous; the melancholy air Love, ridiculous fans of love; a pool of wrinkled water to support a Yelan boat mourning, from the salvation of cold lunar illusions; thousands of miles away, flashy dreams, will leave a dash of smile in the heart.
Someone once said that when you can't own it, the only thing to do is not to forget. I always thought that I should forget, but later found out that I was grateful for the tedious years that made me mature. The first time I stepped into that city was on a June day, the sun was burning on the concrete floor. A city across the province. I took a few hours to get there.
The little finger was when I never left, just like I never walked into your life and never wrote you into the end of poetry. Someone opened a window, telling me that you love the world as much as possible, let this The world sobbed and disturbed. I calmly and calmly told this story to a person I liked, a joke, and she did not like it. Sometimes she ignored me. I would wait silently.
Looking at his unbearable body, looking at the mood in the past and listening to people's words to me, doing today's difficult decisions should be fortunate for their own sake, there is no ethereal love can not remember your wonderful figure, can not forget you I can't feel the breath of memories you gave me. You don't pay attention to my feelings and watching the sweetness of other people. I don't know when I can think of myself as simply being able to cast the truth.
The space of friends was full of wedding photos, and the comments were colorful and congratulating. What surprised me was that the groom official was not the one who she was crying or non-married. She said that after taking a big lap, she eventually discovered that she was the right person for herself. At the end of the day, no one can be sure who will eventually marry. The friend's phrase "what do you want to marry to?" made me wrong, probably most thought, often
The beautiful vows are always so fickle. Why can't I reach your side and your world? The sweet past is always so short. Why can't I wait for your appearance and your cherish? The sky is still raining. My heart is still thinking of you… Why is the game coming to an end and I can't see it clearly? Why is this beautiful dream starting to wake up, and I am still immersed in a dream? Last night
Life without love is like a plant without sunlight and air, like the lack of nutritious food in life. Love is like rain, nourishing the growth of all things. Love is a lamp in the night, illuminating the long journey of life, and letting us get warm in the cold. Love is not just a romantic occasion, but a long-lasting love for children and love, but it is a long course of life with the lover.
Text/Zi Yun Yan Love becomes a memory when fate is absent. When you say you are leaving, tears have fascinated my eyes. I felt that everything in the world was solidifying. Watching your figure gradually disappear in the distance, I learned that I was so attached to you, like a lost Lamb's love for the family. When you turn around, I see helplessness and jealousy on your face.
Life is boring and happiness is our main seasoning. Without it, everything is gone. – We never realize knowledge, never understand understanding, from love to pursuit, from pursuit to love, from love to interaction, from interaction to habit, from habit to sacrifice, from understanding to concern, never understanding Tolerant to inclusive, never care about or not, never understand love to deep love. . all of these
Don't say don't want me? Because I asked you to show that I was thinking of you… Don’t you say I don’t care about me? Because I ask you like that, I really care about you… Don't say nothing, okay? Because that would make me think you didn't care at all…… Don't say I'm sorry? I would be very sorry to apologize after the injury… Don't say it's okay? Because I will understand that you are indifferent… Don't worry about me
One day, no one in your ear would say dear, I missed you. No one is stubborn to say that he is always right, and no one is rude about you. No longer want to bargain with you for more than a few minutes to call, no longer clamoring for your pro-hugging and hug. This one I have disappeared, you will be sad? One day, your SMS inbox no longer has