Perhaps it is drifting for too long, the young heart can't stand too much wind and rain, tired of the ruthlessness of the world, tired of the impermanence of the world, and has no courage and strength to go on.
The mountain is not high, just have you; The water is not deep, but you are spiritual. It seemed like love, but I didn't wake up.
I only drank a glass of love wine. Since I gave it to you, how can I have the heart to cheat others with an empty cup full of boiling water?
When the fragrance of memory is wrapped around the fleeting autumn, winter, spring and summer, the clouds on the horizon take away the last piece of acacia, caress a tear in the world of mortals and turn away.
Sleeping soundly, at night, the lights in the attic and vague figures disguise the silence around them more charming, and occasionally sporadic raindrops fluctuate outside the window, such as Sandy's jade hand on the strings.
Tears as beautiful as ripples, thoughts as ripples, were shattered in Conan's dream and finally became ethereal and barren.
You weave acacia silk into a net, trying to catch the teetering tears, but you can't bear the sound of your piano. Tears splash on the ground and smile through tears.
Like a dream, you still hold the pipa in your hands, your fingers are like orchids, and the sound of the piano shakes off your thoughts and scatters among the stars. That is the beautiful sadness left after the curtain call.
Thinking alone, who knows that my feelings all my life are pinned on my married lover, and who thinks that I am miserable all my life just because of one person's disappointment.
Looking from afar in the night sky, the once most beautiful constellation is the beautiful footprint of missing on the beach of the Milky Way, which has already been melted by the rain and spread into eternal insomnia.
If leaving can make you happy and never remember, then I would like to hide in my corner, watch you quietly and bless you. If not, please don't deceive yourself.
Your fingers across the piano sound, melodious and affectionate, like mottled thoughts in the wind, the sobbing of the breeze scattered in your soft heart, like a leisurely cloud, singing the vicissitudes of acacia.
This is a season full of tears and rain. If the rain scatters thin sorrow, the edge is like a floating cloud floating in the wind of lovesickness, and a song of lovesickness tears falls silently in the dust and disappears in the long night.
Maybe the promise is just a whim. Then I gave up and left. We all misinterpreted its original intention, but it was actually a misunderstanding.
Autumn wind blows down flying flowers, causing countless sadness, smoke and dust cleared, blurred vision. Dear you, where are you?
The wind in the middle of the night, there are a few cold threads, wrapped in a few thoughts, leisurely pouring out parting whispers, trying to forget your troubles, annotating your retrospect and savoring your poetic years.
Autumn goes to winter, and frost is painted at the end of the year. It's always rainy in the south this season, and a breeze blows off the flying flowers, blurring my vision.
If you miss your lover, you miss your sentence.
1. Missing is the hope for your lover and the concern for your friend. Missing is the feeling of life and the warmth of family; 2. Missing is the comfort and sustenance when life is lonely, and it is the communication of the past, present and future. Missing is a kind of trembling from the heart. Missing is a moment of silence and an endless topic.
3. Missing is the wind passing through the mountain stream, endlessly rotating and pervasive. Missing, like lightning in the night sky, is uncertain but shocking;
4. Missing is intoxicating music, and deep-rooted tenderness is buried in faint talk. Missing is a meaningful poem, and there is an echo of the soul between the lines.
Missing is a beautiful and moving landscape painting, and each one is fascinating. Missing is a shining photo album, leaving every moment an indelible mark in the depths of the soul; Missing sentence-missing sentence
6. I miss the palm print for a while, hide in a certain time and place, and miss someone who makes me worry about standing on the road and on the road ~
7. If you miss someone, you don't have to see them every day, you don't have to own or destroy them, you don't have to miss them so much, but you will always think of them several times a day. When you can't hear his voice, you will worry about him. When a person is away from home, he will miss the time with him.
8. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness. I am disappointed because I have expectations. Because there is love, there will be expectations. So even disappointment is a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a bit painful.
9. If you can't forget her, don't forget her. True forgetfulness requires no effort. In the world of love, there are always some ridiculous things happening. When a person thinks that he can pay off his regrets and live with a clear conscience, it has come to an end. It is not just love that is so unbearable, but the whole life.
10. After leaving, I think you should not forget one thing: don't forget to miss me. When you miss me, don't forget that I miss you too.
1 1. If I don't love you, I won't miss you, I won't be jealous of the opposite sex around you, I won't lose confidence and morale, and I won't suffer. If only I couldn't love you.
12. Some love is just an illusion. We thought we couldn't live without that man, but later we found that it was not as difficult as we thought. It hardly takes much effort to forget him. Some love is not an illusion, we think we can forget that person, because the time of love is only so short. However, we later found that it was much more difficult to forget him than we thought.
13. Missing is endless, missing is endless, memories are beautiful, and the past is unforgettable. Hope to have a beautiful love?
14. I am jealous because I like it, angry because I care, stunned because I miss it, and sad because I don't want to lose it! I would rather laugh and cry than cry and say regret.
15. Going to a place and missing a place are all because of the people there; Instead of the scenery there, a city will be associated with itself; Because there used to be many good friends there.
16. At some point, I missed the palmprint for a while; Hide somewhere and miss someone I care about ~
17. Disappear quietly in the sea of people so that no one can see it! Missing is a pain that can be breathed, which evaporates instantly and makes the impossible disappear with it!
I miss the words of my lover. Acacia is mysterious.
1, love is slow and time is fast. Loneliness is long, and life is short. You are in a deep, deep loneliness, waiting for me to be silly!
2. Love is caring, love is dedication, it is the pain of missing, it is the sweetness of memories, it is inseparable, and lovers are looking forward to the morning. How are you?
3. Love is quiet, implicit and elegant; Can also be hot, irrational, almost crazy, isn't it? Love is diverse; Don't turn it off by mistake
When you love him, you like to love the month when you were born. When I like him, I like plum blossoms. When I miss him, I say a few songs of Xijiangyue. When you expect him, you expect the moon. It was hard to say goodbye at the beginning, but today we don't give in to each other, like catching the bright moon under the water.
Love is in my heart, I want to see you again, let me know that your heart also feels that our love has not been in vain, until the last day of my life, you and I still miss it deeply!
Hang my thoughts in the endless sky, make my heart compatible with the stars, spread a beautiful light ring and bring my thoughts to you.
7. There are dreams during the day and dreams at night. You should take care of yourself, don't catch a cold and have a runny nose; If I sneeze occasionally, it means I miss you!
8. Between waking and dreaming, your figure appears and snuggles in your arms. I can't tell you that feeling. I wonder if I can feel your temperature again!
9. With the gentle melody, look for traces of roses. When you are by my side, you are everything; When you are not with me, everything is you.
10, baby: I have a toothache recently, because I often miss you at night. Too sweet will lead to tooth decay.
1 1, alone at the bottom of the river, moonlight like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
12, sitting alone under the lamp, condensing long poems about your thoughts into short poems, which are all my long poems about your thoughts.
13, when you left, the seeds of missing sprouted, and now the trees are full of flowers, and each one is sad to miss you! Miss you! Miss you!
14, thinking is a train that travels through time and space. It will never stop with you, as if the world is far away and the century is far away. Miss you, at this moment
15 is the feeling of being loved, a warm feeling, such as the feeling that your lover's fingertips touch, such as the feeling of melting in your eyes, which is the feeling of missing you.
16, I hate it, why can't our souls be the same?
17, I dreamed of you more than a hundred times, and your figure came into my dream almost every night. Now, we live far apart, and I miss you more than ever. I can only ask God to be patient and not push our reunion too far.
18, no matter where, thousands of miles or Wan Li, no matter when, ten years or a hundred years, I miss you deeply and love you. Although I deny the existence of all gods, I will always believe in you, new god!
19, Acacia is mysterious, like a shadow. Silently lingering in my mind, suddenly engulfing me in the lonely night. I can't resist, I miss you so much that I can't breathe!
I miss your smile and your appearance. I miss your noble temperament and charming taste, and it is hard for me to forget your tenderness in my memory!
2 1, standing at the window thinking of you, writing your name by hand. Standing in the rain thinking of you, let the rain become your shadow. I miss you in bed and let my soul break its shell and go out to see you!
22. I sighed all night and couldn't sleep well. When the dawn rises on my knees, the swallows circle around me and talk endlessly. Swallow, be quiet and let me sleep for a while. Maybe I will fall asleep and dream of her gentle arms.
23. Since I got your love, I seem to see the light in the endless darkness, as if I got a clear spring in the boundless desert, and as if I found a flower in the rock. How can I not thank you?
Poetry about Acacia: Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky.
First, how can we live together without dying? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"
Second, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Third Songs
Third, if two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
Fourth, I hope I am like a star, like a moon, shining every night. -Fan Chengda's "Car Yao Yao"
Remember to meet each other after parting, and dream of being with you several times. -Yan's "Partridge Day Trilogy One"
Shen Yan traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings. -Dai Shulun's acacia.
Seven, sadness is drifting away, such as spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Beach
Eight, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping. -Su Shi Yi
Nine, hate is like spring grass, still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
Ten, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
Twelve, people like the wind into the river clouds, love like rain and sticky. -Zhou Bangyan's Lou Yuchun
Thirteen, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Fourteen-year-old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Fifteen, the beast furnace sinks the hookah, and the green marsh residual flowers write the acacia biography line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong
Sixteen, linglong dice Anhoudou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -under the writing.
Seventeen, affectionate only spring court month, still stay behind. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Eighteen, tears sealed, life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Nineteen, acacia is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky. -Wan Le's "operator"
Twenty, hate is like spring grass, and it still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
Twenty-one, thousands of dollars to buy each other like fu, who complains about this situation. -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
Twenty-two, a lonely person who complains that the preface is always faint. -Liu Yong's "Day and Night Music" My heart can't turn around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved. The Book of Songs
23. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
24, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. -Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Twenty-five, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping. -Su Shi Yi
Twenty-six, don't change your hair with flowers, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Six Untitled Poems (No.6)
Twenty-seven, if you don't miss love in this life, you will miss love and you will miss love. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Twenty-eight We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
29. If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
Thirty, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times. -Yan's "Partridge Day Trilogy One"
Thirty-one, sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Beach
Thirty-two, I don't know the soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Champions"
Thirty-three, the bright moon is unfamiliar and hates bitterness, and it wears Zhu Hu obliquely. -Yan Shu's "Magpie Tread"