Sad essay (1):
Affectionate to remember
During the year, we seem to experience the joys and sorrows of the world, the vicissitudes of the world. We used to try to make the city aware of our sense of existence, but found that many things, not you work hard, will get the desired result.
In a year, we tried to find those so-called happiness, but we were knocked down by life again and again, as if the world had already become a walking dead, nothing would have a trace of emotion.[organized by Www.DuanMeiWen.Com]
One person, walking on the street that has already been cooked well, only the bustling car is with me. Suddenly I wanted to look up at the 45° sky, but I already discovered that it was not just sweat or tears, it made the line of sight blurred.
Last year, the same place, the same time, let me meet in the rain, you and I ran in the rain, but it seems to be incompatible with the pedestrians, you tell me, you like to run in the rain, because then others will not I will care about tears or rain on my cheeks. Even if you cry aloud, you will be covered by the whistling and noisy whistle.
Standing on the side of the high-rise building around you, like two people who have been abandoned by the city and don’t care, but there is a hint of faint shouting, as if telling you to stick to it, let you learn Look for loneliness in this bustling city.
You said to me, you want to go outside the city to see if the whole world has changed, and you finally embarked on your own journey. At this time, I discovered that the original world, apart from you, turned into a real loneliness.
Sad essay (2):
Life, I walked and understood.
Life, walking and walking, I understand, it’s too normal to get away from each other. Everyone has the direction of everyone. Don’t be sentimental. Maybe someone will be with us in the next stop, and go to another station in life. I walked and understood, and loneliness is a must for everyone. At least our inner heart needs to go through a loneliness, because no one can accompany anyone to the end, so be sure to learn to bear it alone; life, walking and walking Understand, life is a big net, all the trivial things make us have nowhere to escape, learn to understand calmly and optimistically, learn to live with the sun in the heart, not to be a little sleepy, if the heart is sunny, there is no sadness.
Life, walking and walking, I understand, those years, the pure feelings we have hoped for, the beautiful and romantic feelings, but the TV script, after all, is only the author’s perfect wish. However, this perfect wish can only be fixed in the age of youthful ignorance, for those who have passed away, and who are no longer in the ages to imagine and feel emotional. The feelings of reality are very simple, and they help each other to taste the joys and sorrows of life, and nothing more.
Life, walk and walk, understand, for the future, no longer lost, but to a more determined pace towards the intended goal; life, walking and walking will understand, for feelings, no longer obsessed with sadness, and It is a more rational mind to understand the plainness of feelings and longevity; life, walking and walking, understand, for life, no longer confused and sentimental, but to greet every dawn with an optimistic attitude.
Perhaps we have been sentimental for those who walked away and walked away; perhaps we have all been embarrassed for growing loneliness; perhaps we have all been disappointed and disappointed with the triviality of life. The haze of the weather, the mood is also low, as if life is not a trace of light. I always feel that there are so many hardships in life, but there are so few happiness, I always want to break free from the cage of life, but there is nowhere to escape.
Life, walking and walking, I understand, the realization of dreams is not so simple, but it needs to meet difficulties. Only the wings and the unremitting flight can reach the other side of success. Life, walking and walking, understand Feelings are not emotions that can be interpreted by language. They need to be tested with a lifetime of life. Life, walking and walking, understands, regardless of sorrow and joy, life must continue, then learn to optimistically meet the dawn of each day.
Sad essay (3):
You and my thoughts, from here
Six years ago, I thought that the difficulty was that it was difficult to make a choice at the crossroads. The lights were dim and helpless. I was waiting for the darkness in the same place, waiting for the black to infiltrate every inch of vision. In fact, it is a deep, unhelpful daze, and simply do not understand how this grade is going to college.
Today, it is self-righteous to think that there will be an ideal mixed with a little realistic belief, came to her more than 200 kilometers, for that money, treatment, can return her a good life, caused At the moment, living in a twin city, and life is difficult.
I can tell the time, please remember that I promised her? Or is it forgotten my promise to her?
I am not afraid of hardship. I started to work hard, but at the moment, the unit really makes me a little confused about my treatment. I don’t believe that there will be other accidents on the way. I am afraid that my family has lost trust in me and she has lost confidence in me.
I hope that I will not let myself down. The difficulty is only temporary. Every day to comfort myself is to be bitter and sweet. Never give up on your choice.
You and my thoughts, from this; your feelings, in view of this.
Sad essay (4):
The sliding fingertips gently touch the light and shadow of the passing year, holding the red face of the setting sun. The years evaporate the sorrow and turn into a gentle and drizzle of the sky; sadness, such as the autumn sunset, scattered and scattered, the time lost from the clenched hands, lost, like the world, and then back to those missed times, and then I can’t find the perfection that passed away. –Inscription
How many intersections are there in life, how many bends need to be turned, and it is only after a lifetime of time to understand. There are many forks in life, and there may be many beautiful accidents, picking up an unexpected sorrow; perhaps encountering the strongest color in life, and investing in a three-day no regrets Bodhicitta. The swaying street lights, crowded crowds, the intersection of feelings is too narrow, the distance of the crossing is too wide; when we give up all the hearts of the world to wholeheartedly bet on the feelings of life, the feelings of the frenzy can not stand the test of time, escape But the life of the world is extraordinary.
Youth is a lonely song, singing the lonely feelings in your life, or a bustling castle, performing a gorgeous tribute in your youthful world. Youth, or sad, or happy, please remember that everyone’s youth is a past worthy of being commemorated.
We are all the ascetic monks who practiced hard in the journey of the Central Time. We strive to get rid of the purgatory love and hate of the world, and adhere to the rules and regulations of the walkers. However, after experiencing the touch of a wet pair, we break the shackles of all restraints and squander. Inciting restless youth, leaving a spring in the cold night of youth.
All the stories are not accidental. The past that can’t be forgotten will never come back. Life needs bright sunshine, needs a simple happiness, and comforts our uneasy soul; sadness is a lonely mood, let us reflect on our happiness all the time, let us meet a better future.
Time has changed us and gave us an unexpected happiness. Sadness, not abandonment, but burying, let time begin to breathe more freely.
Sad essay (5):
Can’t easily forget
Forgot it. All you miss, what you recall, what you have. Those are already memories. The lack is not terrible, terrible, it is impossible to cope.
You can’t easily forget and give up. It is because you have paid. After paying, it will be rooted in the heart like a pillar. Don’t deliberately evade and deliberately forget, it will only make you more painful. Go around this pillar and look for a happy life in the future. There, there is your faith. Not letting go of others, but not letting yourself
Start a new habit. I am used to living alone every day; I am used to having a birthday; walking alone; I am used to walking through familiar roads and dealing with familiar scenes.
Be brave and look at yourself in the mirror, this sad and weak self. This is you, who is growing. This you are dying, the new you are about to be born again. Find your way, your future. You understand that all the catastrophe is a memorial to growth. Be the best of yourself, even, one person…
Let’s vent. Peel your heart, use words, use sound, use all the ways to vent. After the vent is over, it is necessary to cheer up. Look, what you lost is actually insignificant. There are so many people who care about you in different ways. So you are not alone. It is such a loss that allows you to see the happiness you have at the moment.
Don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, it’s not worth it. Put the past dust, don’t be wronged, don’t be reconciled, don’t understand, start a new journey. Go to meet new scenery, new encounters. Do what you should do, there are many things that are waiting for you to finish. As you said: Faith flutters in the air!
Life has faded away from the colors that have been there, and it is temporarily quiet. Don’t sink into this silence, it will ruin you. You have to understand that although cruel, this decision is correct enough. Life at the moment is not what you want. For your ideals, you must learn to give up at the right time. The best care for the other person is to become better, stronger and happier.
Many times, you can’t help but want to call that person, please bear with me. Really hit, please use the tone of greetings, and do not expect or confuse. If she calls you, please don’t answer it, or chat with it in the most dull tone. Because it is too difficult to start a good friend after a couple of couples break up. We can think very happily, the more you are cold, the more she misses you. Because, people are like this, it is no harm to regard this as a happy way.
I am strong at the moment, it is very fragile. In the past, it was a deep injury to me. The wounds left at this moment are still bleeding. Don’t say who is right or wrong, there is nothing wrong with the way of feelings, because this feeling does not belong to me.
Sad essay (six):
Thank you, previously owned
Under the rain, there are thousands of greens, and the wind is full of silk. So people know what to do, and persuade the monarch to pick up the sky.
When the time comes, the flowers are pleasing, and the time is falling.
When I cry, I like to tell myself that this is what you should endure and bear, and you also like to ask yourself, but will you still be like this next time? Do you dare not expect again? In fact, under the condition of the majority, I could not answer myself. The loss after the possession was too painful. The incident did not happen and the time did not arrive.
What kind of woman am I? I am squatting, in this world of people who are full of lost people. How much, clear certain bottom lines that I can license, do not want to touch people, I have always been looking for the tolerance of my survival in the world, and also where the bottom line of provocation is located.
To a certain extent, or some that I do not allow to violate, the loss after possession is equivalent to the death, irreparable. I think of the things with my ex-boyfriend, the man who is always like me, always good, always waits, but he seems to have never really understood me, what he said, what he did, seems to be out of place for us.
Lazy, very lazy, this is my evaluation. I don’t like the same words and say it again and again, and I don’t like to ask people to understand me. When some of the embarrassment is something I can’t bear, let my emotions rise and fall, I choose to pay attention to the pain of the pain from the pain, and the ultimate is the past. Although, it is a painful numbness, but this is a good recipe for me. The loss after possession like this is dying.
The love with the word ‘understand’, it is from Ye said to me, the closer I approach you, I feel that I don’t understand what you started. Some people say that if I don’t say it, how can I understand you, but how can he understand that I have never said it, and have said a lot? Maybe, when I own and start to lose, I have done it, I can’t tolerate it, and I have warned some people, but the truth is, I have to bear it, but I have to pour myself again: fool, you are stupid.
No longer expect someone to understand, and dare not tell yourself, what do you have? I am just escaping the right to “I have” and doing my duty. In this way, I can exist well in this world. I can worry and worry, but I am happy.
There are many disappointments in the world, I can, I have, but in the loss after possession, learn to cross the shackles, let it become a dying, brand new to find the habitat of the self.
Even if those injuries and pains are still there, in the rinsing of time and vicissitudes of life, only the original “good” is left, and the person who is vaguely remembered is good, except that there is no more. I always feel that this is a relief for the past, and for me, it is the best and most desirable destination.
The flower language is fragrant and floating, and after the new rain, it is clear and my mind.
Sad essay (seven):
If life is just like first sight, then how good it is, we are still happy, but unfortunately, time has left us in the original direction.
Looking out the window, the sky stretched out the face and apparently made some unhappy little emotions. Listening to the tune of “Because of the feelings” and then remembering the past, it is really not a taste. “Because of feelings, not easy to grieve, so everything is happy; because of feelings, simply growing, still can be crazy for you at any time.” What a beautiful lyrics, how beautiful the melody, but unfortunately still smeared the original we did not Calm heartbeat.
If everything is the first appearance, everything will not be easily sad, just like in Nalan Xingde’s “Magnolia Flower”, “If life is just like the first sight,” how good it is, then we may see that there will be people in the world. More happy endings. “If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sadness to draw a fan. Waiting for the idle but the heart of the people, but the heart of the people is easy to change.” Nalan Xingde’s word dream is generally beautiful, the word in the woman’s tone accused the man’s feelings We can’t easily describe the elegance of language in poetry in words, and we can’t easily capture the invisible beauty in it.
Laughing at life, laughing at life, people’s heart is easy to change, they have gone through sorrow together, they have gone through joy together, looking back at the time, if you want to find the original way back, it is simply not possible. Since we have gone far and have deviated from the original direction, it will not be so easy for us to find the original happiness. Because after the storm, everything is instantly turned into a cloud of smoke. Everything has been “the matter is not human.”
If life is just like seeing it, how good it is! When you first saw it, everything was a happy appearance. Everything was a beautiful gesture, and even the air was fresh. When we first saw it, it was so complete. We couldn’t find the world’s existence. We couldn’t find each other’s imperfections. Everything was the first appearance, and everything would not be easily sad.
If life is just like the first sight, then there will be no more disturbances in the world, and there will not be so many entanglements in the sea. Some are just a transparent and white heart like a mirror. The most beautiful life is but See you first!
If life is just like first sight, then the world should be perfect! Everything is the first look of happiness, everything will not be easily sad, everything can be crazy for you at any time!
Sad essay (eight):
My youth is destined to be lonely
I used to think that I owned the whole world. In the end, I discovered that I was alone, and everything I had before was a dream.
I met so many perfect people, but in the end, as before, I was left alone.
I have read a book that says: Everything that is lost will return in another way. I have believed in it without hesitation. Indeed, if there is one person in the world, there will be another person. They are all perfect, but the memory cannot deceive my emotions. If they are lost, they are permanent.
Even though I have met some people, but I have lost, I can’t come back anymore, but how can we replace the former affection? What’s more, no one is willing to put you in his heart, willing to listen to you telling everything, willing to connect his past with your past, willing to make a future with you.
No one has ever talked with you late at night. No one can give you the most appropriate comfort.
Three years ago, I might be lonely but calm. At that time, I had not met the people who were most concerned about life, and had not experienced the most unforgettable moments, or sadness, or joy. Not even more to deal with the shocking parting of that field. Just living in your own world and living in the past.
Only now, perfection has passed away, and it has been flowing all over the world. The past is becoming more and more vague, and it will become more and more difficult to arrive in the future, and at this moment, it becomes more and more impractical. Everything is more and more like a dream, and every time I wake up, I feel lost, lost, lost, lost, and only regret.
Looking back, too much regret. I have tried hard to cherish, never belong to me, belong to me, I have never cherished.
If the sky can accommodate all the sadness, how can I let the present poetry soak in a sorrow into a festering poem, one word and one sentence, has become the imprint of youth, my distance, I am drifting across the sea and the last parting.
My youth is destined to be absurd.
My youth is destined to be alone.
Sad essay (9):
The most beautiful fate of this life
I have seen many mountains and rivers, have experienced many rivers, read many books, heard many songs, and smelled a lot of breath, but I have never met a person who is as quiet and perfect as you are.
Before that, I walked through thousands of mountains and waters, traveled all over the ancient town of Xiaoqiao, wrote the Yuefu poetry collection, and finally, I met you at the deepest part of the years, so the previous rushing thoughts were turned into pieces. The petals that fall in the light, gently and quietly, exude the fragrance of time.
In fact, I never thought I could meet you, just like I never thought about getting drunk before drinking. I just never thought about the heartbeat of singing before I sang; just like I never thought about dreaming and deep sorrow and joy when I read a book. It’s unpredictable to meet you, it’s out of reach, but it’s just like that, it’s a fate. Since God has been able to meet you in this life, no matter how long the years come, no matter the time or the situation, no matter whether you are in the sea or the mulberry field, as long as you can play with you, play with you all the time, then everything It seems small and not important.
I understand that I have always been a fanciful person, fantasizing about the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, fantasizing the bustling night scene of Chang’an, and fantasizing the drizzle of Luoyang. I am imagining to walk with you in the scenery of Jiangnan, and I am imagining to watch fireworks with you on the bustling night street of Chang’an; I am dreaming to walk with you in the drizzle of Luoyang. I still dream of being able to see the world prosperous together with you, and finally shun the world under the end of the moon, and stop at home.
One generation and one generation. I hope that in this life, I will only deliver the true heart for you, give it to life, and let us see each other forever as if we first saw it. I would like to write down a line of affectionate verses for you, to light up a deep candlelight for us to make our days romantic and perfect. We don’t need a wedding dress but we live with us all the time. In the morning, the piano sings and sings, and when we come to eat and enjoy the moon, the time is slow and peaceful in our sweetness. It seems that every day we spend day and night is youthful, and the years are gentle and quiet. Ok, even if it looks like a watery year, it’s still beautiful.
I miss the story about the Book of Songs, I miss the sky, the white dew is the frost, the so-called Iraqi, the perfect scene on the water side; I miss the love and not see, the dagger, the leisurely, the toned and the introverted attitude; miss the past In the past, Yangliuyiyi, I am thinking about it today, the feelings of rain and snow. It’s just that I prefer the story about us. Although ordinary, it is also unique. Although simple, it is also romantic. Our story does not need too many prosperous words to describe it, nor does it need many unrealistic words to express it. Our story only needs the long stream of rivers that follow the time. It goes through the spring, summer, autumn and winter along the years. It is the emotion that belongs to us only. It doesn’t need to be thrilling. As long as we look at each other’s eyes, we will win. After seeing the truth in the chaos, it is better than the spring breeze.
In this life, I met you. At the most beautiful moment, for this reason, I traveled all over the mountains and rivers, but I never indulged in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion on the way. I never spent three thousand flowers. Beautiful and shocked, just because I understand that whenever there is always someone waiting for me in a place, I firmly believe that I will meet her at the deepest part of the years, and then cut the window with her. Candles, go to the South Chibi Zema, together with the North to snow to find the plum, to interpret our most simple romantic story.
Meeting you is not the acacia engraved on the stone of the previous life, but the fate written in front of the Dongting Lake in this life.
The mountains and rivers are empty and empty, and I am willing to leave the eyes of the people. The mountain shape is still cold and cold, but I hope to be with you.
Sad essay (10):
Say good happiness?
Everyone has this experience, but they can’t sleep while lying in the night. There will be many, many pictures in my mind, the former you, the former me, the former us. Or sad or happy, or sad or painful. In fact, memories have become our habit, used to enjoying loneliness at night, and used to be alone at night. I don’t want to get used to it, but I can’t change it.
We are in a foreign city, live a festival that is supposed to be reunited by our family. This atmosphere is even more bleak. We are divided into a whole universe, so close. Randomly played songs, there will always be a few words affecting the atrium, touching the nerves, bringing the deepest pain throughout the body.
Your friend asked: Is the Mid-Autumn Festival happy? It’s a good time with you… I should have answered very simply: We have broken up. The truth is, I am not willing to mention the word breakup. I can only answer a bit of a situation between us. He said that he thought we were very good, what can I answer, I can only say: You are very good, I am also very good, but we are not good. We are all well-being, it’s really bad for me, my heart’s sigh can only be buried deep…
Being able to worry, be able to do whatever you want, is so good, at least it is envied by many people. However, the heart is empty, and how to laugh is so weak.
I am fine, but let’s say good happiness?
Flowing years, sadness!
Sad essay (11):
Love is a feeling of distress
There is a kind of mistake, it is impossible to stop, it will be wrong, there is a kind of love, it is called unforgettable, love can not extricate itself; there is a kind of separation, how deep love, more pain, more than a thousand arrows.
How deep is love for a person. When you are happy, no one thinks. Only when you are separated, the pain of the heart is the understanding of love.
In fact, there is always a period of time, you will suddenly find that you were also weak. A person struggles for too long, and then slowly weakens the corners of the spirit by time, turning into a cobblestone-like round. Dealing with setbacks, pain is more than courage, and even the feeling of retreating from the house is there. Although, on the surface, it is still the appearance of a spirited spirit, it is still hard to work hard, pretending to smile. But everything is only an illusion, and it wants to cover it. It is this age that is the most profound time for you to understand your feelings.
How to love, how to love, and age. When I was young, I would be able to bravely abandon my feelings for my career. But when my career is successful, I will understand that the original excellent career has no love and is lonely. Even after having feelings, love and money are entangled, painful and awake, and helpless. Money is the touchstone of feelings, but it is always not sensitive. When people reach middle age, they will abandon their careers for their feelings. Because at this moment, we understand that the cause is stronger. After all, there are people and heavens, and feelings are the warmest part of life. Wealthy people do not have to be happy. Happiness is not because of money. How much.
When people reach middle age, there will always be too much helplessness. Thirty stands, forty is not confused, and experiences too much, then everything is calm, and I feel uneasy, and my heart is clear. Most of the middle-aged people have gone through the feelings and even been entangled in love many times to come back and forth. If you are still on the road of waiting for love, your heart is in a hurry, you can’t wait to find a different sex, you can be a family. If you have already been feeling well, but on the way to escape, marriage is a bondage, a heart that desires freedom. The cage is imprisoned; if you just lose love, your heart is a feeling of faint pain. In order to live, you have to get sunshine. After all, in the future, you still need to redouble your efforts.
Meeting feelings seems to be intangible things. In a person’s life, it is rare to meet someone who loves each other. If you encounter it, why bother to distort the distance, why not be afraid of life, why worry about appearance, why is it because of age. The real feeling is to be able to let go of everything around you and work hard to be with the people you love. Falling in love is an invisible force that binds two unrelated people together; meeting is an invisible opportunity, just a quarter of an hour or even a shorter time, able to remember one person; love is an invisible figure, Even if you travel all over the world, you can’t separate love from your body.
It is the most cruel experiment of feelings. Originally thought that everything would not be so difficult, originally thought that everything can be seen open, let go, but the feelings will not be so simple. Whether it is hurting others or being hurt by others, the result is a pain. But only, the wise man knows how to move forward and retreat, and step back into the sky. If you don’t love, then you will encounter the abyss. Those who are rigid in thought always linger on the edge of the pain or inside, even if they occasionally come out and breathe, they will not consciously return to the pain.
Feelings are selfish. Since I love it, I slowly integrate myself into the other side and deepen the soul of the other party. The unselfish feelings of some people are that some people’s thoughts are great enough, and most of them are ordinary people. Since it is impossible to let life last forever, why not always pass through a lifetime? If you can, turn the feelings of two people into one’s soul.
People have a guilty heart, no one wants to be separated from the one who loves, but the world is impermanent. Often for such reasons, we have given up love and chosen loneliness. But the result is ultimately painful.
If you love someone, please feel free to complain. After all, the pain of separation is more difficult than the happiness of love.
Sad essay (12):
That season blooms, if you have never met you
Passionate in March, flowers are a reincarnation, and you don’t have to ask if it is a robbery. It is the gift of heaven to meet you.
However, today only the dreams are vague, vaguely, when the cherry blossoms begin, you are more beautiful than the flowers. I have never seen a girl wearing pink clothes better than her. I don’t know if it’s the first heartbeat or the pink of the sky, the red cheeks, and the red heart. Oh! I fell in love with it. It was just a look back…
The romance of the flower season and the romance of the flower season. The wind rolls the petals, rolls the love, rolls the three lingering, sprinkles acacia, half life glitz. Also like the flower season of you and me, with the passing of the flower season, the short season of the flower season…
I don’t understand who I will meet in my life. Just like I met you, I will only be able to forget each other with a single eye. I don’t understand who I will meet in my life. Just like I met you, I will only be ignorant of it, and I will not change it.
If you haven’t met you before, see if the flowers bloom before the court, can you stay in the same way as before?
If you haven’t met you, then look back at the season, are you no longer as addicted as you are today?
If you haven’t met you, a person crying and laughing, waiting for the scenery to see through is still not irritating?
If you haven’t met you, can you stop and go, and wait until the bustling time is still not complaining?
If you haven’t met you, in the days when you are not there, then a piece of Acacia will not be a long-lasting love?
If you haven’t met you, in the rainy season, that tears will not follow the rain?
If you haven’t met you, miss your night, I won’t write down everything about you!
If you haven’t met you, don’t let the next world be safe, don’t keep the memories of the past!
If you haven’t met you, sleepless nights, I won’t think of you again and again!
If you haven’t met you, don’t sorrow and sorrow, don’t remember the old days of dreams!
If you have never met you, March is only March, everything is just a silhouette of time!
If you haven’t met you before, it used to be just before, all of them are just the passing years!
In this life, you and I meet each other, but they don’t share the red dust. See you at dusk, but not drunk at dusk. With the flowers, I also like to thank you, not leaving a trace of floral fragrance, only staying in love, not changing the original. I would rather live up to the Qing!
In this life, sighs nowhere, sighs no fruit, sighs that this can not stay a lifetime, but it is a memory of a lifetime, even if it has already been smashed. Just because of the previous Jiangnan, you are a lotus in my arms…
Sad essay (13):
Where are you?
The season is still the season of the past, but tonight is not the night of the past. The unspeakable memory has pushed me to open the window of the years, and the past has been exhausted, allowing time to flow away from it. In a blink of an eye, the past has turned into a haste, some past and scenery, have become smoke clouds! Listening to the autumn wind also feels that mourning and flying in the sky is a simple way. Sometimes I will ask where you are? But no one will tell me. And I always have
The more sorrowful the sorrow, the more short-lived, the more you can’t forget the younger brother, you managed to avoid the wear and tear of the years, and you will always stand in the fog with a delicate face like a teenager. Maybe he is not willing to Whiteheads stay in the world! Sometimes innocent, sometimes chaste, sometimes the smile of a ghost horse always comes out of my illusion at this moment, the body is the inn that the soul borrowed, is Ah! The world is not a place where we have lived for a long time, just a drifting passenger! The flower falls are the natural drifting, just the cycle of the season. Quiet and beautiful, but how many people are missing! No words, a tears, because of the collapse of the fragile; a paragraph into the heart, because touched the soul!
Once upon a time, when the yellowing days were turned, the pale ones were memories. Spring is coming to autumn, and a few vicissitudes are folded in my heart.
Whether it is happy or sentimental.
In the winter morning, a melancholy sunshine floated out of the window. It began to melt my coldness and turned into a sad river, lonely in the lonely days. This warm sunshine this day can’t make me go out of the sadness! And in my heart, I always kept the snow in the sky until I blurd the way I cried. I didn’t cry, but the tears flowed alone. I always hide my most memorable sorrow. Slightly smiling at everyone, let all people think that my world is spring, like a paradise. Yes, who cares, the deep crying in the dark, and the helplessness in sorrow. I can only walk alone in the reincarnation of the moonrise sunset. Where did not bloom, only the lonely empty city. I want to seal up the inch. But I am so familiar with an early hiding in the corner; where the wind can’t be opened, where the words can’t be finished, and the obsessively hiding in the heart is too deep. Quietly my brother reading my soul confidant is a soul dancer who can read my mind. How many years when I am suffering, he will stare at you quietly, read your heart, and then use his mouth, His eyes and his heart tell you that he understands where you hurt. He understands you, willing to share it silently for you, so that your soul is no longer lonely, so that you are gratified.
I think he is my confidant like a star on the sky. When the sun and the moon are tired, the stars are not there. It flashes like a glimpse, and it is lonely and brilliant.
I can be a tired bird and a prodigal in front of him. I can be tired, lonely, helpless, escaping, lazy, and he can accept my night, give you peace, and do your space to restore energy.
I am very grateful for my fate. I am grateful to God for letting me meet this life and to be a family with him. A person who makes me no longer lonely in this world, no longer lonely, even if it is pain, is better than numbness and paleness. Although his life will not be accompanied by me and his family forever, although his potential is limited, he has not done anything for me, but I expect him to have a good time, and I understand that he expects me to Very good, he expects you to be happy every day like a jumping rabbit, we are the happiness of each other is their own happiness. Being able to have such an open-minded and unselfish self-confidence, it should be a beautiful landscape of life, a wealth that is hard to measure by money, and the understanding of the soul between each other is worth a thousand words. This kind of friendship and friendship is what I cherish with my life. we are at
The guest in the red dust is also the meat on the chopping board. Not many people can be exceptional. His departure
It’s like a joke, but it’s so painful and so painful. Although the science at this moment is so developed, it cannot stop the slaughter of the disease! . The wheel crushed the thick snow, but the crushed world knows deeply.
Sad essay (fourteen):
When everything becomes a stranger
Whenever I hear the song of fairy tales, my heart will be saddened! Ask yourself if you have already forgotten her? I have been walking alone for a long time. Why have you never seen it again?
In the end, we are just passing each other. Even if I want to turn into the fairy tale, I can’t save the heart you want to leave. Who remembers, in the rainy season, all the things that happen, I like “rain” just because of you, then I hate the night, afraid of dark nights without you…
Time has passed… I am slowly getting used to the night, alone, a person, after landing, holding a mobile phone to log in QQ but do not understand what to do, like to drink, sing, skating with friends… even if these are not what I want to do, not I am good at I was drunk when I was drinking, and I didn’t even understand that I ran to sing there, and I just smoked in the corner after I put on my skates!
My friend and I said don’t be too reluctant. She is not worthy of you, maybe.
At that time, we said the promise, then you said that you would never leave me forever, but it was ridiculous at the end of the moment.
It is my helplessness to let you go, it is your insufficiency, the hypocritical heart, or my indulgence to you, you slowly let go, I will leave.
Remember the words I said to you at the beginning? No matter what, I will not force you. After satisfying your last wish, I will pull you into the blacklist. Although I will miss you very much, I will never change. I want you to feel guilty. All your pain is owed by you. Mine, I can say loudly at this moment: You have completely disappeared from my world and are permanently gone.
Hehe… You can never see what I wrote about you before, and I have to tell you one thing: I am not because of you, you must think that I am leaving because of you? I don’t want to explain anything to you, I don’t want to understand your head with water!
I used to say that I like to write something often, I like to write if I am happy or not! I don’t deny that I am really happy with you!
Sometimes I hate how I can be so easily with you! Just like a friend said: Who did not like one or two scum when he was young!
Really regret not the beginning, I saw you and others in the last time, and lamented the people at the moment, there is someone who likes second-hand, in other words: whose new love is not the old love of others!
Sad essay (fifteen):
Elegant and calm
That year, that month, when the light, the scenery, has quietly passed away. That sentiment, that paper Acacia, has been turned into a thousand mountains and waters, and the wind is dry in the lost perfection. In the shallow years, I am still on the other side, walking with a flower.
No matter how much experience, how many grief, the main theme of life is still laughter, optimism does not mean no sorrow, just hide the sorrow, hide it in the deepest corner, do not take it out, do not give up, just let it I ended up.
In the light ink year, everyone’s heart has such a person. It’s not a lover, it’s not a friend, and occasionally thinks, not because you still like it, or because you can’t let it go, just because you think of a new year, think of it by the way. That person, regardless of the other, just wants to be a stranger and expect him to be good. After the separation, the entanglement after separation will eventually return to the calm, not to return to the past, but to have, and to separate, and no expectations.
The melody of youth is a gorgeous adventure. The person who makes you laugh may not be the one who goes with you to the end. The person who makes you cry may not be the one that makes you hate the most. Who will watch for an eternal monument, who will watch for the blue hair to become white hair, yes, we do not understand.
If, that obsession, just for a passer-by, then, can you turn around gracefully?
If that, that intoxication is just an inconspicuous embellishment in the flowering year, then can you drift quietly?
If, at that time, the fireworks were just a short-lived delight, then, can you laugh safely?
Yes, we can’t, because there is no foreseeable potential, it is a strange thing, let two people who have no intersection meet, and finally make two people familiar with each other become strange.
On the road of youth, it is inevitable to stumble, but after some experience, people will become sober, and it will inevitably be bumped into the way of life, but when they are bumpy, people will become calm and calm. Strolling in the four seasons, watching the flowers bloom, watching the clouds and clouds, even if life gives something, you should use a calm heart to deal with, elegant living.
In this distant city, I have laughed, I have had tears, and I used to like the rainy season there. If there is a rain at this moment, I don’t expect anyone to hold an umbrella for me. I will hold an umbrella for myself. Alone, strolling in the rain, stepping on the rain all the way, seeing the traces I have walked, I think, I will laugh.
Sad essay (sixteen):
The night, the cold, the silence, the spread of the late autumn.
I am used to being in a quiet night, following the melody of Tang poetry and Song poetry, accompanied by nostalgic singing, stepping on the moonlight, step by step, into a deeper night. In this dimly lit city, escape the neon color of the city, find a quiet corner, settle your own mind, circle, think, remember, write.
The finger joints are too wide to hold the white shackles that have passed away in a hurry. The finger joints are too narrow and the grounds of the greens are stranded. Tonight, I flipped through the photo album and flipped out a familiar face. After seeing the face, I couldn’t calm down for a long time. I thought I had already abandoned all the memories about you, but I just ran a photo.
Once with a gentle heart, across the horizon, looking at the cold moonlight, I broke the thoughts of a place, sang a happy song, wrote a beautiful beauty on a plain paper, no noisy In the corner of time, be the little woman. I also wrote a pen, wrote a faint wish, a strange fireworks, is a return, you and I are fortunate, is a passer, you and my life. After the fireworks, in a person’s empty city, a tear, a sad, but also a memorial.
The city in the north is cooling down, the weather is getting colder every day, sitting in front of the computer screen, thinking, is there any city in your city that has cooled down? Do you remember to add clothes? Maybe you are sitting at the moment. Looking down at a paragraph of text, thinking about how to start solving problems. At the moment, in this city, I will exile my mind. Although I remember you, although I wrote a word about you, I smiled. Maybe it was a little more quiet after happiness. Thinking, it is very indifferent.
Perhaps, there are too many uncertainties in the encounter between people in this world, so there are so many expectations. Perhaps, the fate of people in this world has too many entanglements, so there are so many Corner. In the night of a person, quietly taste the passage of a passing, no longer sad, but instead, pens everywhere, there is a relief of happiness.
Sad essay (seventeen):
Write to the devastating bustling
In the late night of December, the chill was attacking, the sky was sorrowful, and the whole body was filled with sadness. Everywhere I went was a devastating bustling. I saw that youth was no longer complete.
I am still waiting in the same place, but slowly but not myself, the pace is constantly pulling away, just to avoid this season. Many years later, maybe I am no longer happy, maybe because I learned sadness, I learned how to cry and sadness.
Youth is a weird illusion that gives me an empty uneasiness. Sometimes, I feel that I am in the audience; sometimes, I see myself on the stage in a dark corner. Finally, I understand that the stage is a play, no one can stay out of the way, the style flashes under the eyelashes, taking away the years of Qinghuan, leaving only the surface of the devastating prosperity.
The prosperity of the surface is too perfect, and youth is a carnival with emotions. The lonely people are sentimental in the silent corner, silently interpreting all the sadness and helplessness, and the excitement is finally calm.
Youth is too busy, we are too hurried, and the hustle and bustle of the mirage suddenly collapsed with memories. In the end, our youth is devastated and prosperous.
Underestimating the shallow pain, I don’t know how many people have been sent to the youth, those young and frivolous, at a deviant age, can’t wait to get happiness. The illusion of vertigo has long condensed into a pale paleness. The broken flow year, the dull night, the mind is empty, the rapid breathing, panic-stricken in front of the chest, crushing the lonely memories of the wind.
The youth of those years, the talented women and girls of those years are no longer there; the only remaining temperature in those years evaporates into a cold place, stunned and accused of the old time and the incomprehensible Chasing the wind, just missing the thoughts of the years when they were stubborn.
Responding to the endless pains given by youth, the words of the chest that are stuffy, the sharp words of the blade, and the paleness and powerlessness in an instant, the proud souls will suddenly tremble and remain indifferent. The youth of those years are long gone. There is no trace.
In the worst time, the worst scene, some people should not meet, the encounter is a mistake. The people who shouldn’t have met each other inside and outside the red dust met, and the cups in the reincarnation of the years became logical. The youth broke out a wound, breathing one by one, and the pain spread throughout the body.
In the deep dawn of youth, there is a gentleness that is inconsistent with each other. Just between the electric and the flint, the sound of the bottom of the heart is surprisingly calm, as if it would give people a feeling of happiness immediately. The thoughts that have been exhausted have long been unaware of the sorrow in the eyes.
The dull tone satirizes one’s only pride and deprives others of the last dignity of youth. I heard the voice of self-respect, and it fell apart in an instant, so fierce, but I dare not approach.
Youth is unbiased and has become an intriguing fairy tale. It should be treated with seriousness, but it can make people feel uncomfortable. It is like a clown in a circus, pointing fingers in the deep scorpion, which makes people feel resentful and upset.
The emotions have accumulated for a long time, and they do not accept the control of wisdom. They screamed exhaustively about the desolateness and sorrow of the eyebrows. Winter debuts in the cold, waiting for the lost youth, sad emotions spread in every corner of the body, intuition tells me this is a strange illusion. Youth is spent very little, I feel uneasy in the pain, slowly waking up from the pain, erratic and distracted eyes, let me finally feel youth, is a weird illusion.
The cold air makes the wind and rain become desolate. The sad smell came from me in all directions, I didn’t dodge…
Sad essay (18):
Thank you, finally forgot me.
I always thought that I have been able to forget you for so long, but every night falls, I will always remind you of it, and over and over again, like a movie, constantly rushing in my mind, those pictures are embedded. How much affectionate, from the beginning to the end, perhaps only tears, the most understandable.
Stumbled, the days really came over, never thought about it, the original loss of you, my life, will become such a life is not as good as death. After I separated, I told myself that even if I didn’t have you, I had to live very well. So I tried to hide it. I didn’t dare to mention everything about you in front of anyone. I was afraid that if I didn’t pay attention, I would hold it. throat.
I remember that on the day you left, I didn’t have too much to keep, because I understand that those who tried to leave are all planning for a long time. In your many spare tires, I am probably the first three in the post-order, so, not to be cherished, it seems that it becomes so excusable.
Understand? When I saw the screenshot of you and him, my heart suddenly disappeared, my ears creaked, my mind was blank. I don’t know how long it took, but gradually realized my consciousness and found myself, already in the same place, tears flowing through the stream, like the ugly duckling in the fairy tale.
Maybe, we are two people from different worlds. If you want me, I can’t afford it. If you want it, you can’t give it. Maybe only separation is the best destination. For a long time, you are alive and indifferent to me. The whole city is empty and even breathing, showing the surplus.
After you leave, every time I see a figure like you on the street, I will still be inexplicably dazed. I will watch it for a long time until that person is completely out of my sight; when I see a couple passing by, I will think, Where are you at the moment, whether there is a person with you, so repeatedly…
Giving up a person who loves deeply is undoubtedly a huge and arduous project. But what about it? If you love it, it is worth it. I will continue my life. I will still be brave to love and believe when I meet the next person. Even if it is still a bad ending.
And my last expectation for you is to expect you to take care of yourself and expect you to meet a better person and expect you to get what you want in the future. I think, even after a long time, when I think back to this relationship, I still say that I loved you, I have never regretted it.
After a lapse of years, I still remember you, remember the moments of each encounter, remember every soulful words, and then gently bury you in the bottom of my heart and turn into the most distant legend.
Thank you, and finally forgot me.
Sad essay (19):
Looking for the rest of the soul
A rain in the afternoon, washed away the dust, eliminated the heat, calmed the irritability, soothed the heartache, washed the sadness… After the rain is another sunny day. The sun adds a few fascinating colors to the Dream Garden. The scent of rain is dotted between flowers and plants. The grass is greener, the flowers are more beautiful, the air is fresher, and the seven-color floating light flows on the dewdrops, which is particularly dazzling. Alone in the small garden incense trail, silently enjoying the freshness after the rain, a little more comfortable.
The small garden after the rain really gave me the feeling of “the red wet place after the rain, the flower re-bushing the bee”. The marigold burst into a tearful smile and spread a thick fragrance. Suddenly, a flower caught my eye. A brown butterfly stopped in the flower. She was not beautiful. There was a big black spot on the upper edge of the wing. It was like a dead leaf. This may be what people call dry. Yedie! I raised the camera, I was shooting, side shot, and overshoot… Hey, how can she move, I used to shoot the butterfly and chased it, but this butterfly is indifferent, is she going to be long? The mouthparts reached into the flower, and the greedy sucking the flower dew, I walked down and leaned down. She still didn’t move, like she was falling asleep, and had already entered her dreams. Oh, there is a sweet dream that makes her intoxicated. She puts her soul in the most beautiful place. I put away my mobile phone and stopped taking pictures. I held my breath and was afraid of the slightest horror. This sleeping butterfly sniffed the fragrance, the soul was small in the flower, and the beautiful mood! I stared at the sleeping butterfly standing on the flower. Child, but an envy, envy, care, she like a dancer to win the applause of the perfect shape; like a beautiful frame of still life, beauty in it.
Where the soul rests, not how spacious, a small flower is enough; the place where the soul rests, not to be magnificent, a fragrant and full of fragrant; the place where the soul rests, not so lively, one meter of sunshine is enough. I really envy the sleeping butterfly, no depression, no sorrow, no irritability, no sorrow. Because the place where the soul rests is the paradise on earth.
People are on the road, the world is flamboyant, to cope with depression, to deal with the Sui and Tang Dynasties, to deal with irritability, to deal with sorrow, why don’t we look like a butterfly, look for a small flower of our own, settle down, smell the faint chrysanthemum, and sleep peacefully. Tired, hold a book roll; tired, find a fragrant petal; annoyed, profit a bleak; find a rest point for the soul. A drop of dew is enough to wash the dusty heart and wash it. One meter of sunshine is enough to bring the heart full of bitterness to the sun, warm and warm; a cloud of clouds is enough to make the heart full of exhaustion , swim a tour, turn around. Give the mind a rest point, in fact, it doesn’t need to be spacious, a small flower, an autumn leaf, a sandstone, a clear spring… The mind has a rest, the world’s perspective is widened, and the emotion is a pair of invisible Wings, flying between heaven and earth!
Look for the resting point of the soul, do not need to go far, just beside you: a drop of clear, a fragrant, a frame of silhouette, a meter of sunshine, let our souls dream into peace, do not think about anything, stop all miss!
Sad essay (20):
One turned and lost forever
Originally, I thought that we can always be so happy.
However, just a turn, we will be strangers, and from then on, lost eternity.
Feelings, really not a simple three words, can be used for a lifetime.
In today’s feelings, in addition to feelings, material is needed.
I thought that as long as I love you, as long as you love me, everything is fine. However, in the face of the facts, I have to give in.
In the days when you are together, although simple, simple, but very happy.
At that time, lie on your chest, listen to your heartbeat, steady and steady, as if hiding in your arms, you can not deal with the world, the world, as long as you have me, just fine. That kind of little happiness is overflowing with words… The days of going home are getting closer and closer, and there is a kind of uneasiness in my faintness.
Sure enough, when I returned home, my parents’ opposition seriously said my heart. Indeed, material life is a luxury for me and for him. When the heart is hard, I want to ignore him again. However, whenever the night is quiet, think of our bits and pieces, always tears, accompanied by tears, and gradually fall asleep. I understand that my love for him is far less than that he loves me.
On the day of Tanabata, I decided not to join. Looking at the Internet TV, overwhelming, courtship and confession, in front of my parents, I can only smile. Then went to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and looked at his own eyes, already red eyes. Then tell yourself, start over.
I also understand that parents are good for themselves. No one will push their children into the fire pit. My mother also deeply understands: After all, it is a few years of feelings, and no one can put it down for a while. But long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. The other family’s family conditions are not good. The mother can’t let me and him suffer for a lifetime. After all, life is not a day or two, 40 years, 50 years, maybe longer. I can no longer let my parents worry about myself again. I also understand that the happiness of children is the greatest happiness and comfort of their parents. I have no confidence in our future. I also understand that I may be too selfish, but the reality is so helpless.
Fortunately, we are still young, fall, and can get up and start again.
Goodbye, let us leave the original beautiful memories, each looking for their own happiness.
Maybe after many years, we met, you have your beautiful wife, and a lovely child, and I have my own happiness. Looking back, those young and frivolous days, those memories that are so beautiful, perhaps, are the most beautiful treasures of this life!
Sad essay (21):
All the way, crying all the way
Life is in a hurry, leaving me ignorant and frivolous. I am alone in the autumn wind, and I am still in the same year. I am still in the same age. The old friends have already changed their face and wrote a song in their own lives. The lingering or sad tone. There is still no footprint in the crowd, and life is so cool and bleak.
The boundless night was shrouded in darkness, and the sparse street lamp was a decadent and helpless sentimental figure. Walking alone, the pace of people coming and going was mixed with the whistle of courtesy society. The car flew past and the crowd gradually became a stranger. There is no day to stop, no beautiful words, only countless grief that is full of pain.
A woman in reality actually fell in love with the illusion of a dream, like a cigarette fell in love with a match, destined for a burning life.
If this is a dream, is life not a dream of Huang Liang? If the dream is a bit true, if it is true, it will still be awkward, and between the dreams and the dreams, my life is like a wrong line, and I will never enter the harbor of life.
When I was a child, I was always so stubborn. The reality of not lying with tears has told me what is precocious. Mature in my heart is like a hurdle road, I am moving forward like a cockroach, but who knows, as long as I wriggle, there is my body fluid.
When I was young, I was still reluctant to follow the head of the cow, but a little more tenderness. Isn’t the feeling of darkness that you gave me?
Youth, hiding too many tears, but stubbornly want to bear alone.
As time goes by, the light of the setting sun is getting weaker and lighter. I am going to be old, and I have added one number to my life. The comma, the exclamation mark, the ellipsis and the question mark are not complete. Sometimes I think, if this day is about to be my full stop, what should I care about and regret? Although he has warned himself countless times, he is a poisonous durian, which will make me confused and confused. But I can’t predict at the same time when I am at the intersection of my next thoughts, and you will step on and force me to show the fragility again. I have been buried for a long time, I want to tell you, I don’t love you, can’t I still be with you? But a sentence from the heart of deep sorry.
Sorry, our love, sorry, I am in your eyes, sorry, myself.
If the tombstone records the merits and deeds of a person, what should I engrave in the tombstone after I die? The tide is rising and the tide is over, Xishan in the sunset, everything is just nothing but nothing, right? .
It is said that loss is the result, but, my acquisition is to lose the exchange, the world will not understand, what I lose is actually what I don’t need, and what I get is what I need most.
Life is always in the middle of the world and misses too much wind. I always think that I understand everything, but in the end, I forget myself. The tears once again slipped off my shoulders. The deep imprint is a sadness as a woman.
I heard the rain falling softly, listening to the tenderness of the rain. I once watched the sky cloud rolling clouds and Shu Yun’s mind. I closed my eyes and felt the vastness of the universe. I felt the benefits of life. When I said to myself, the woman in the painful mark of this life, I only want to be a woman for you. When I recalled this sentence at the moment, I had a tear in my face.
Along the way, the most accompanying is actually tears, the story in the mirror flower edge, a few points true, a few points of virtual, the earth is a dream of inextricable dreams, red dust can not be separated from love, how many infatuated women suffer?
Sad essay (22):
It is the end and the beginning
I thought that when we started, we will come to the end, but when we break up, we can understand that I don’t have to do it. When I started to forget our experience, I didn’t understand that forgetting has turned into another kind of beginning, memories. It is light, but the pain is still there, or the most real.
When you let go, you smile and say it doesn’t matter. I can’t live well after you leave, but you don’t understand that smile is just a cover for covering the pain. After leaving you, you fall into a state of helplessness. The empty eyes can’t recall the old ones. At that time, thinking that isolation from the world may be the best way to protect yourself.
I used to give you the brush of my life, I hope that you can draw our happiness, but in the end you can draw a cup, only to understand that you have not handed me your brush from beginning to end, just me. Wishful thinking.
Looking back at the bright colors of my own life, I feel, have a smile, have a sad feeling, have tears, and hurt, thinking about the tears of the past tears. Although there are pains in those memories, memories will become more and more perfect as time goes by. Those scattered vows, teasing youth, also smoothed the young and frivolous spirit; what is old and old, what is not dead, is an excuse to add icing on the cake, can only listen, can not believe.
I want to shout out the repressed voices of the past, but I don’t have the courage. Only the hysterical shouts in the depths of my heart hurt the nerves of the heart.
I used to blame you for abandoning me. Until then I realized that I shouldn’t blame you. Even if it’s strange, I shouldn’t blame you. Love is not your right. You have the right to choose happiness. I also have it. You give up, I have better happiness waiting for you, my fairy tale is over, and forgetting is happiness. If you give up, you should not regret it. If you lose it, you should not remember it. Sometimes attachment is a burden or Shanghai, and giving up is the most beautiful ending.
I used to break up, I thought it was not over, I was waiting in the same place, waiting for you to come back, but I was stupid, but I didn’t understand that it had already come to a close, only I was waiting in my own world. Still thinking about self-deception, if I leave you, I can’t find what I can do, and a person hides in the corner and cries to sleep. Woke up in the morning and looked at the sunlight that sprinkled into the house. I couldn’t feel a touch of warmth. Instead, I felt that the room was suffocating and filled with the sadness you gave. One person recalls that the previous bits and pieces are so perfect, but the past feelings are perfect again, and eventually turned into permanent memories.
At the moment, I learned to smile and smile at everyone, but whoever understands that smile does not have to be happy, who can see my pain. Desperately hide everything, not to make people around me sad, but only to find out that the injury was originally my own. The first sorrow is stupid, the second time as unlucky, then the third time?
Why can you lose love but can’t lose memory? If you lose your memory, you will have no pain. I used to be reluctant to lose your residual temperature, but I forgot that the scar is still hurting. I can find a doctor for the injury, but who is the heartache? Only you can comfort yourself, even if perfect, fool is just a dream, hold yourself, all the sorrow will fade, believe me!
After the future, I will not wait, even if you are.
I want to laugh, even though I have tears in my face, I want to make myself better. Even without you, I will still be very good. Without you, the earth will still turn, my life will not stop, no one will hurt others. I love me.
In the past, everything has passed, and now it is calm. I have not forgotten you. I just don’t love you. The love that has been for you has been transferred to another person. You don’t know how to cherish you. The pain that has given me has become a past, and it has become a growing experience in my life. It has become a memory that reminds me to grow up.
At the end of the game, the period has been drawn, and the next is a new beginning.
Sad essay (23):
If you leave, be willing to be all the way!
In the shallow life, who is the passer of life?
Time slipped through my fingers, and the sudden bad news made my newly calm heart suffer tremendous pain again!
My favorite relatives, suffering from illness, will soon be alive. When I heard the news, my brain was blank and almost fainted. The painful heart made me dare not believe what I heard.
Tears slipped down the cheeks quietly, who is crying silently?
”No, this is not true, no, no…” I rested in my heart. I have just been freed from the great grief of feelings. At this moment, I have to deal with the pain of losing my loved ones. How can I bear the pain that cannot be endured in my life?
I remember that when I was a child, when we learned the language, we followed the warm memories of crying and making troubles behind you. I remember that at the age of our sensible, you taught us the perfect scene to brag; I remember that in the Spring Festival of the previous year, You are playing with us all the joy of playing cards…
The pain is still going on, and the sadness is still flowing. The tears in the corners of the eyes are endlessly flowing, and your departure, with our infinite wounds, is buried together.
There is a lack of gloom in the moon, and people have joys and sorrows. Destiny is so unfair, loved ones will become farewell, and who should share those perfect memories?
I cried in the great sorrow, and you just left quietly, what should your family do? My brother is still out of prison, how can a few girls bear the burden of life?
do you understand? My sister is about to take the exam, and the old man is not good. The two children just learned to walk. So many of us are still waiting for you to go back. How can you leave us so early and leave alone?
I have long been accustomed to having your existence. Your departure has made me unprepared. The wounds that began to heal are torn again, and the sadness of words cannot be heard, such as falling yellow flowers and broken heart.
Life and death, love and hate to leave. Lamenting that fate is so ruthless, life is so fragile. Strong as you, but also fell under the disease. Who is crying in the rain? No one can see the tears.
I know myself in great sadness, no one can understand my tears, no one can understand my sadness, your departure, my life is no longer perfect, and it is as crippled as the moon.
In the distance, a journey that does not return! In life, we can’t wait for the next reincarnation, and we can’t wait for the coming of the next life. When will we be able to see you again?
The cherry blossoms are no longer perfect, and honey will never be sweet. The care you give me, I can’t pay back anymore, who can understand the bitter taste?
The small tree in front of the door has become green, but unfortunately you can no longer see it.
I used to dream that when you are old, we will play chess with you in the tree, drink tea together, and sing together. To take good care of you, you have given us too much care.
Everything is impermanent, how can you leave first, those dreams, I can never achieve.
As the songs of the past are still fresh in memory, they can’t be forgotten, and they settle in the heart, and they are bitterly brewed.
From the beginning of life, along the way, you and I have already been like fathers and sons, but there, the edge is scattered, leaving the scars of the world.
What made me so sad? What made me so attached?
The sorrowful feelings, the waves are folded up; when you look back, there are a few tears.
Happiness is so close to you, but at this time you have to choose to leave and scatter the grief of the land.
Throughout your life, you are working hard for life, working hard, no regrets. You have poured all your love and gave us selflessly. However, we have not given you anything.
The boundless self-blame makes my heart break apart in an instant. Unretainable family sneaked away from my eyes and never returned.
Pray in life, sing in the year of the stream.
If you leave, be willing to be all the way! But remember, we are your favorite people.
Sad essay (24):
Love to heartbreak, just because it is too beautiful to meet
When you are worried about a person, you will be silently blessing in your heart, remembering your troubled humorous jokes, recalling your hearty laughter, recalling your deep sorrow and sorrow, like blooming flowers, incense Glittering in the dimly lit room quietly infiltrated my heart, drunken my heart… The concern is a few unexplained ignorance, pay attention to your emotions, care about your smile, care about your every move, not get it. Your message is full of entanglements.
I am restless for that long-lasting lovesickness, because the slyness is so devastating; the candlestick is still on the table as if your shadow is opposite, and the distracting thoughts of all desires are missed by your careful taste; the moon is gone, just because the encounter is really beautiful. Even if there is a lot of lovesickness; more people who say that the dream is broken, ask the flowers without words, first of all, sorry… I started thinking about you again. I miss you, worrying that you have no medicine to save, and your thoughts are always unprepared when you are unprepared, and I am caught off guard. Tonight, there is no star and no moon, the drizzle is more lingering, the rain hits the window edge, and the thoughts are soaked and drenched. I was shocked and watched the time be torn off page by page. One year was at this moment… Looking back, I didn’t know what kind of emotion to use to analyze the confusion between the turn… In the past, it happened. Too many things, I understand that I am too emotional, I think too much, I am always too tired, I look up, I always feel that my heart is swaying, I am between dreams and waking, I look back, but I am still in the rain and night pavilion. The pieces that have been pieced together are left in the sky. The fragrance of the tea lingers in the room and floats. I am thinking about the screen, holding your breath waiting for you, waiting for you to start my story. What remains for me is still a string of memories. I tried to get drunk in the place where you are, listening to the footprints of your dreams.
In fact, for you, I am really very contradictory. I understand that my love for you is too much trouble for you. In fact, you don’t have to be like this. I don’t ask you to love me. You love me or not. It’s your personal business. Just like I love you is my personal business. I really like the feeling of loving someone. You don’t need to ask for it, you don’t need to pay back, you just enjoy the heart-like landscape of this heart. It’s like standing on the beach and quietly admiring the sea. The heart is falling and falling with her tide, but she never thought about having her.
Forever, it is a dream that is too far away, and no one can guarantee it. Moreover, from the very beginning, I clearly understood the distance between us, so I also had the heart to prepare for rubbing my shoulders. I admire your talent very much, for your sacredness, willingly fill your blank, let you look for your brush in my love; be willing to be your safe haven, when you are calm, where you look far away I wish you all the best, waiting for you to hide from the rain and then continue your journey.
The probability of a person meeting with another person is only one in ten thousand. The probability of becoming a friend is about one in 200 million, and the probability of becoming a lover is only one in five billion. The fate is a wonderful thing. The world is so big. There are so many people, but I have met you. It was just an accident, but just a coincidence, it opened the curtain of another sky.
The Dharma often has the same meaning as the law of the law. I think that the two words are really profound. The law of the law can be met and cannot be sought. I also understand the stubborn feelings, the appearance of the gods, and how long it can last! It is not the truth that is the philosophy of life. Your sky is beautiful, I can only appreciate it, I can’t have it; your world is so wide, I can only look at it, I can’t walk in. After all, we are always people of two worlds, my world can accommodate you. Your world, but can not tolerate my sky, reality, it is so cruel, secular, it is so helpless, so, when I still have it, I will use all my strength to love myself, but I am willing to do it myself. The bitterness, when I have to quit one day, I will also say to myself, I am worthy of my own heart, and I am worthy of the people I have loved.
Love and not love are often just a matter of thought. Sometimes, I would rather believe that you have never been emotional, and some are just moving, so that day, I will calmly deal with myself, will not taste the pain that is eroded every day and night, and will be forgotten every minute and second. The injury. I would rather be a landscape in your heart, the most beautiful and most unique scenery, no matter how the road ahead, she can give you a permanent coziness, beautiful, romantic, warm… So, please allow me to go in my own way. Love you, let your every day, have my thoughts, my blessings, until perpetual…
Sad essay (25):
I dare not talk about what youth is, I just want to say what youth is like – inscription
Youth is like a burning match, burning desperately, leaving only a pile of ashes, and the wind blows away.
Youth is like a pen, writing non-stop, until the last drop of ink is exhausted, leaving only a year of memories.
Youth is like a story. If you read too seriously, you will shed tears. It is too shallow to read and is afraid to miss some perfection.
Youth is like a mirror, can’t hide happiness, can’t hide sadness, everything is written on the face.
Youth is like a new dress, we are always reluctant to wear, when one day we want to wear, we find ourselves old.
Youth is like a gust of wind, you can feel it, but you can’t catch it.
Youth is like a river. People who have never been stunned do not understand the depth.
Youth is like a sun, it can shine in your sadest corner and give you warmth.
Youth is like a rain, and it’s already too late to have an umbrella.
Youth is like a song. Some people like to yell at the scorpion. Some people like to sing softly, but happiness is good.
Youth is like an exam, everyone is naked, and no one prepares for youth.
Youth is like flying a kite. It is always thought that it is free to break the line. When an antenna is broken and blown by the wind, it is only when the cable is free.
Youth is like a movie, and the indispensable element is emotion.
Youth is like a tear, only when it is left to understand what it is.
Youth is like a book, can be filled with happiness, can also be filled with sorrow, your youth is yours.
Youth is like a joke. It was still so young yesterday. It is already old, and who believes.
Youth is like a game. At the beginning, no one takes it seriously. At the end, people lie to themselves and say, “This is not true. I am still young.”
Youth is like the leaves of autumn, no one understands when it fell.
Youth is like a dream. When you wake up, you only leave traces of drowning.
Youth is like a rainy sky, rain is spreading here, and the sun is waiting there.
Youth is like a caterpillar, and only after some pain can it be turned into a butterfly.
Youth is like a stubborn old man. If you look at it, you won’t look back, even if your head is broken.
Youth is like a dance. People who don’t find a partner are destined to be alone.
Youth is like a race, but the first person who crosses the finish line loses youth first.
Youth is like a puppy, it is always easy to get hurt, but it will be fine if you call it a few times.
Youth is like a teacher, who teaches us to be reluctant, and teaches us to pretend that we understand that those who loved us and those who have hurt us are the benefits of our youth.
Sad essay (26):
Silent silence, bloody smile
Destiny could not have been fair, and life could not have been as good as it could be. Some people often take care of themselves and pray: God, why are you doing this to me? In fact, the sun is hung in the sky, it does not blame its own light, not the corner that the sun has forgotten, but the corner itself does not open the threshold, let the sun shine! Many times, we have exaggerated the concentration of pain in a wishful manner, and narrowed the breadth of happiness. Therefore, we often feel that happiness is fleeting, but pain is lingering. However, if we can silence with tears and smile with blood, there may be no thorns that can pierce our armor.
There are many things in the world that are irreversible: the sun gives the light of the growth of all things, but we must deal with many hazes that do not see the sun; the moon brings the inexhaustible delusions of human beings, but we must understand the incomplete reincarnation. We all like the wind and the sun, the clear skies, we must be sure to meet the lightning and thunder, the baptism of wind and rain. Perhaps, the great natural world is showing us that when there is no overcast cloud, we will not cherish the beauty of the flowers in the sunny greenhouse, and the people who appreciate it are always limited. People are more admired and praised by the grass in the cracks, the pines on the dangerous peaks, and the plums in the cold winter. When a person has not been hurt, he will be afraid of the pain of the wound; when people have not seen the blood, they will panic the redness of the blood; but a person who has been bruised and bruised will never worry about another wound and more blood! It hurts and it is also an experience; other experiences can make people more colorful. In the midst of the storm, the bones are tender and tender, and the heroes are seen after the temper!
The unchanging life is dead, and the undulating life is magnificent. In the pursuit of the ideal theme, we also need various forms of sound, and any episode is a gift of life to us. It may teach us the potential to adapt to disasters, perhaps enrich our experience of frustration; perhaps enlighten us to fully understand the world, perhaps warning us to treat problems in a dialectical manner; perhaps revealing the true and false of things, perhaps exposing the good and evil of human nature… We can silence with tears, smile with blood, no matter how noisy notes will bring out a harmonious rhythm. When the song ends, everyone will leave a breathtaking scenery on the fertile field of the soul!
Silence with tears, smile with blood, not sinking and falling, but strong and free. Curses and sorrows only make the sky of the soul darker. Finding a sustenance for your soul in the tears of silence is not a passive escape. Let the soul rest, raise the wounds that it rushes through the dust, and then work hard for the rush. Dripping blood and smiling, tapping a way out for your future in the scars, the world’s irritability will float like a cloud.
The silence with tears will melt the ice of the barriers, and will blow away the misunderstood flowers; bloody smiles, hypocrisy and deceitfulness are only a secular shower, ridicule and embarrassment is only a slap in the face. Although the silence is filled with tears, it is the cover of the weeping heart; although the bloody smile is the open-mindedness of the burden of humiliation, as long as you do not lose your life, you will have the opportunity to straighten your waist, and there will be a resumption of the journey. The broken truth, the painful years, will teach us to reawaken and re-select.
Sad essay (27):
In the year of China, we are all too serious
We put sorrow in the years, and then use ignorance to squander strong.
Interpret this awkward world with our unique posture and personality.
When the surrounding is quiet and quiet, it seems to be able to hear the heartbeat.
I am afraid of silence, because the moment of loneliness drifting over me is not standing still.
Always too emotional, I want to make the whole world sorrow with me.
Repeatedly reading the emotions left by friends in the space, imagining to bring themselves into those moods.
Savour the words and try to resonate between the lines.
After a while, I have an afterthought, and then I have an intersection with the thoughts that are drifting away.
There are always things that you want to say but can’t say and what you can’t do.
I understand that we can’t go back to youth in the years. Can only be released.
I really want to leave a memory, enough for me to think about memories for a lifetime.
In fact, we are too serious to think that we have to pay for it without regret.
We are too fragile, so that sometimes it is broken when we touch it.
So I will yearn for fairy tales, because no matter how the ending is, I will not be sad.
Sometimes we think that we have grown up, but inadvertently revealed ignorance.
I am also often confused in the direction of the crossroads, trying to catch but running away.
I want to comfort the lonely soul with a heavy rain.
I want to say that we are too persistent in the years to catch the youth of love.
In the years since then, I will always resent that all things go with the wind.
Everything in the original, just because we are too serious in the lost years.
In the end, I can only regretfully hiding the past and then living alone for a lifetime.
———The sadness of the years
Sad essay (28):
Rainy night, for who is sad
At night, I gently dyed a layer of light neon yarn, which is more seductive in loneliness, and soft and soft. The heart seems to be sinking in such silence. There will always be some uncontrollable emotions, and it will be full of embarrassment and confusion. I understand that this may be a dysentery that cannot be eradicated, and it is entangled in the left and right ventricles. Even if I have worked hard, let my heart bathe in a warm blue.
Occasional pain, lingering over the heart, thinking, will never ask if you can or can not? All thoughts occupy all the confusion. From spring, over the summer, to the autumn, step by step to the winter to the cold, how much courage can make the mellow heart of the heart full of thoughts set sail?
The rainy outside the window, hollowed out, falling in the red dust, splashing heart scars. Listening to the ear, a leisurely rain, and lingering, the raindrops are drunk and the sound of the window is crisp, making me feel idle and intoxicated. The stretch of rain line, around the knot of the millennium, fell on my grief-stricken eyebrows and wet all the hidden inner thoughts.
It is said that all the rains in the south of the Yangtze River are lingering. They all say that the rain in July is full of thoughts. They all say that every night the rain hits the window. If you feel that there is such a hint of hidden pain in the inexplicable flood, it means that your heart has emotional resurgence. Become a member.
Quietly calming down, extinguishing all the lights, the room suddenly quieted down, full of darkness, can only hear the helpless voice confession in the depths of the heart, pumping the strings of every thought. And let the night gradually sink the curtain, squatting in the night, falling, oh. Point a cigarette, let the heart meditation one person without any restraint, quietly read, quietly think. Memories are connected to sentimentality.
Occasionally, the lakes of Siyi, the face of the projections, and the fragmentation melted the loneliness, and the ripples of the circle and the ripples of the Qionghua are as clean as the Qionghua. With the deep inlaid water, your smile is as old as the net. And simple. The deep dawn is filled with tears and laughter.
Recalling that at the beginning, sweetness settled in the heart, and a small umbrella was supported under the rain curtain to resist the raging winter. The generous palm, what kind of sentiment was conveyed in the past, and the pain of the tenderness? The silence of the years is quiet and silent, and I have gradually faded the past. The only regret is that you can’t forget the one you loved before. I really want to, do all the energy, love a person who is as delicate as you are. There is no side to heart, just to be good to him, do everything you can, how to work hard, but can’t do it? !
I am lost in the loneliness of the day after day. Who used to be who I was? ! Who is lonely and lonely? For whom are you fascinated? It is difficult to understand the guilt of inner guilt. Love is sin? Hate is sin? Was it a sin before forgetting the previous one? !
Out of the window, the wind is flowing, lonely and arrogant, softly smashing through the window sill, crossing the window and picking up a curtain of dreams in the night. The soft wind whispers the rain and weeps, lingering and intertwining, blowing off the curtains of the yellow flowers and dreams.
A candle is thick, and the ruined table is light and sloppy. The thick thoughts of the simmering juice boiled ink, the blue finger is lightly buckled, the painting is made, the bones of your bones are traced, and the eyebrows are soft and deep. 笺Draw your angular outline, the floating curve, and the faint melancholy.
The night, gradually deepening, annihilating the dead lights that ignited. In the pure darkness, the heart is the shackles, the tears are the ink, and the cold face of your photo. A glimmer of the line, the most beautiful innocence!
Gently turn on the audio, melodious music is half-sad and sad, and the space in the night is low and hovering: “The night is deep, what else? Let you wake up with a few scars? Why would you want to stay before going to sleep?” Lights? If you don’t want to say, I don’t ask. It’s just that you have to admit it at the moment…” The single song sang, the bitter tears were full of sadness, and the heart of the lake floated with a faint sorrow.
”Sometimes, love, beauty can’t be eternal, love has more ecstasy, it hurts more, if you bravely love, you must be brave – dare – points.”
The night is deep, and who else, let you wake up like a few scars?
Sad essay (29):
Sadness is beautiful.
Sadness is not sorrow. She does not let people despair because of mourning. It does not make people lose grace because of sorrow, and it does not make people lose their minds.
Sadness is a beautiful boat. She carries your heart and gently squats in the river of life to pay homage to every perfect dream that has been buried in the years.
The sad tears are the crystal clear pearls that flow out of my heart, flashing the perfect expectation in my heart, and reluctantly evaporate in the real air.
A sad heart is sensible and intellectual, sensitive to the beauty and splendor of life, and intellectual in the loneliness and helplessness of life.
A sad heart is the cherished and forbearing, and the sweetness and warmth of love, and the rationality and calmness of the reality.
Sadness makes people’s minds get rid of jealousy and impetuousness; sadness makes people quietly recall, slowly thinking; sadness makes people dilute the fear of life and death, sadness makes people dilute all kinds of sadness in life.
Tears quietly, gently wiped, silently expecting, faint sorrow…
Sadness is a different kind of beauty in life.
Sad essay (thirty):
Last love, injury in one place
So far, you love or not, from beginning to end, I have not understood, even if I choose to leave.
Perhaps our meeting, everything is the so-called wishful thinking. Tightly using the red rope of the millennium, I am still in your world, still like a small dust, never stayed in your heart.
I am struggling with the love of the red and white, and I look forward to this feeling, as wonderful as a rose, even if I only have a short-lived beauty, no regrets.
However, even if you let me dominate the ups and downs of my world, even in the years of the red dust, we always miss it.
You said that you don’t want to love, because the so-called happiness, not what you can give, so push me away, but you never understand. How many tears do I need to fill this gap and forget the love spells of thousands of years.
I said, I will still be in the same place, waiting quietly with my heart, waiting for one day you will come back, come back and tell me that the last love, never gave up, never let go.
Just, in the past, I fixed you as my last love. At this time, I used my last love to change the endless sorrow. Even the tears that I thought had dried up could not help but fall, as if it was a Sad and gorgeous interpretation.
If our love, in the end, there is no result, and can not be divided into black and white, then, points will be divided, I will understand.
Only, that time, you said that you love, with the so-called true confession, explain your helplessness. Tell me, live with your heart, because of my future, you can’t presume that you exist because of your statement. At the end we can’t let go.
I suddenly realized that when I loved, but you are not there.
The lonely corner of the street, the sorrow in my heart is like a blank of infinite spread, it seems that the whole world has ceased to exist.
You said, for me, you don’t want to love. Forced to release my hand, I pushed me away and never looked back. I have thought about how many tears I need to fill this gap.
When the tears have broken the dyke, I can clearly understand that this time, the most distressing, is always love.
Even if there are thousands of years of fate, it is impossible to be in the same place.
However, we have always understood the truth, but lost in the world of feelings, can not tell the day and night would rather deceive ourselves.
I used the last love, and I only exchanged the wounds of one place, the pain of the sorrow of one place.