Love is missing, love is never seen in this life before always heard of the word parting, but for it does not have a slight feeling. Because I have not experienced the real separation. Later, I gradually got the taste of the difference. In my boring high school life, I met a girl. She has long hair, which should be scattered and just crossed her shoulders. I like her smile best.
(1) When he said to her, “Whether it is health or disease, poverty or wealth, whether it is young, beautiful or old, I always love you, life, never give up.” She believed that falling in love was a bit of a forgetting. He really regards her as a treasure. After all, he had the power to beat all the pursuers and catch her. She is one
How long has it been since we parted? I don’t even remember once a little thing to remember carefully. It seems as if there were many anniversaries every day. Now I really love you. I don’t care about anything. Recently I always think of the time we were together. I don’t know if I miss you or that day. When he had been together for four years, he finally did not come together.
The sun shines on the earth, which is the reflection of the warm soul. The sun shines on my body, I sit cross legged on the top of the mountain, and the wind sobs with the whisper in my dream. I closed my eyes and whimper in the sand. I stopped and I watched the sun rise in silence. The sun is the love that rises in my palm. I spend my whole life in sadness and happiness. Wind and rain, trees
Endless sorrow and endless sorrow. Nobody knows me in this world. Just when someone said that I was at heart, and often said that my heart was as pure as water, it could not be. Nobody knows me. When will my love come again? I suddenly recall your past, your present – you don’t understand me a little, but then you still love me so much… It seems that in the past year
On the Moor of the world, walking alone, green Luo helped the skirt, green clouds wet promise, mountains and water can be forgotten in two, the sun and the moon can have nothing to do, at that time, only a person’s floating world Qinghuan, a person’s thin water. Take all you want, and I will bear the rest. I do not crave love, nor dream about your dreams. It didn’t cry like a torrential rain yesterday.
Wen / rainy night love many times, think time is like an old man. Through the vicissitudes of the world, I saw all the fallen leaves. When the dust is exhausted, it is felt that life is a blooming flower. Life has only experienced many trials and hardships before it can be perceived at the ferry crossing of life. And comprehend some or understand the essence of life, the teachings of time. Always let us know something.
Wen / rainy night has always felt the real injury, time can not be smoothed. It will only precipitate in the years of memory as time goes on. The longer the time is, the more unforgettable it is. The more we fail to see the outcome of hope, the more we struggle forward. This is how many people’s character and how many speechless years, and finally evolved into a real time. How many people become friends after they die?
Some people say that love is an illusion. Others say that love is a kind of addictive opium. Despite this, numerous innumerable men and women are coming. If you put love in a cruel real life, love is just a lamb to be slaughtered. The lamb is poor, it should be the best nurtured, it should grow up healthy, and then have a grassland of its own. That is,
Suddenly see such a sentence: “care about your people, you cough, he thinks you have a cold; do not care about your people, you die, he thinks you are asleep.” The latter half of the sentence is a bit ruthless, but absolutely classical. Also reminds me of Lu Xun’s sentence: “if I like you, your temper is mostly called personality.” If I don’t like you, even if you are docile like a cat, I will not let you lose your hair.
Autumn rain, in fact, is a mood, shallow smile, not mood, but mood, many helpless many sad, silent as rain, silent dripping; light heart. Autumn rain is a kind of elegance, is the most beautiful elegance. The grace of life comes from this grace. It is a beauty that pierce through the years. Facing the worries and worries of life, it is the most beautiful gesture.
Living years (six years) busy figure, accompanied by time in a hurry, emotional separation then faded; through the gap in the years, looking back on the separation of love, only once the vicissitudes of life and the agony of missing. Looking back on the past, I realized that many things in life have disappeared so quickly and helplessly in silence, but also in such a hurry and leave no trace. The other day I read a book with a poem in it.
Summer to fall to winter gradually return, the fate of the people do not depend on; memories of painful sorrow for six years, bit by bit to remember; love sails stranded in the dream of a beautiful woman tired; these words exist in me too much love and helplessness, every autumn, will inadvertently think of me and actress (alias) that beautiful back Reminisce. In the gloomy sky of late autumn, the scene of the past was stained with the sad season.
Maybe you say it’s a photographic talent and I think if you care about it, it’s lucky to be able to pass your world and be a dog’s grass in your hand and put a Love Follow to hide my sadness with the magic of the notes. Maybe you say I’m too sad and I just want to You don’t mind, if you can quietly think of you, be quiet and melancholy.
Lin Ming (a pseudonym), how have you been in recent years? I’m glad to call you today to learn that you’re traveling in Macau and that you’re in a good mood, and that someone’s watching over you. You know what? Your happiness is the greatest comfort to me. I am very happy for you, really. Today, at midnight, the sky of this city suddenly drizzle. Do you know what the weather is like? By myself
Today, while reading Xu Zhimo’s poems, I saw a passage written by him: “At least once in my life, I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership, or even love, only to meet you in my most beautiful years.” It reminds me of the imperfect relationship with Lingling (not her real name), and that’s how I am, what I’ve been through this life.
Novel Introduction: Who do you think Wukong loves more in Zixia and Baijing? Of course, Baijing. I’m not convinced. Author: Rabbit Xiansen Right: Wukong, Bai Jingjing Left: Tathagata, Guanyin, Bajie, Sha Seng, Tang Seng, Zhen Yuan Zi, Six-eared Rhesus Monkey (except Wukong and Bai Jingjing can be replaced by a passer-by) Narrator: Huaguoshan, take the eve of the menstruation. Wukong: what else are you doing? white
A person goes, a person busy, a person intoxicated, a person experience a person crying, a person laughing, a person missing, a person sleeping, a person loving, a person eating, a person lonely from hope to disappointment, from hope to despair. From dream to fancy, from delusion to no thought. I miss you very much. I miss you. I miss you smiling at that time. I miss that wish for me.
Lovelorn for us 90 later said, as usual game, at least the game in the moment of death, will shout out “shit”, and when the emotional death, we only have silence and sadness. Stupidly deleted your mobile phone number, your QQ, Weixin, Weibo all blacklist, your space will not be browsed, your message board will not increase my message. Think of this
My lover is a hero of the world, one day he will wear golden armor sacred clothes, driving seven colorful auspicious clouds to marry me.. It has been eighteen years since the big talk, and the first scene has been vividly reflected. The new house was being decorated on the ceiling, the living room was full of scaffolding, and I sat on a small bench not far from the desk, watching intently. It was broadcast on CCTV in the evening, the next day.