1. In fact, the emotions of gathering and separation, the reincarnation of flowers blooming and withering, have been deeply embedded in the clear and graceful Tang poetry and Song lyrics. Those deep and shallow heartfelt words, sweet and light. Nostalgia is expressed freely in the smart and poignant poems. Wind and rain dissipate, fate is gone, gathering and separation are all destined. Fate is destined to fall and go with the wind...
2. There is a kind of love that is cold, solitary, sad and lonely. It's so despairing, heartbreaking, and devastating. Desperate persistence, unstoppable longing, and thrilling sadness, burning without concern for one's own safety. This is a kind of happy pain that makes you still not want to scrape your own bones to heal your wounds even after being smashed thousands of times.
3. I heard the song of the nightingale again, which was sad and cool, but it was wearing a gorgeous coat, but it could not fly across the vast sea in its life.
4. Gently, I walk in the mist and rain of the years, with a little loneliness and melancholy like silk rain. It seems that the poignancy of all this is prepared for me, letting me drift. In the boundless humid silence, just like this, a person pursues the unreachable dream.
5. The spring rain in my hometown is a poignant and sad poem. On rainy days, I want to draw out the beauty of rain and the meaning of life. Inadvertently, I will look back at the old times and always sigh. Life is so short and there is so much reluctance.
6. Sometimes we have no choice whether to accept it or not. Love is profound because it cannot be possessed, and dreams are beautiful because they cannot be rounded. Life always carries incomplete beauty, and is sad and beautiful because of its shortcomings.
7. Whether it is the grass above, the trees on both sides of the grass, or the lonely chair on the side, plus the falling petals, accompanied by a little smoke, sad and poignant words come to mind, It feels sentimental and indescribably heartbreaking, but I like it very much.
8. I am tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, and always like to put my heart in the light words, feel the true nature of life in the plainness, and taste all the flavors of life in the tranquility. Life is inherently unpredictable. Why should we cling to the beauty of a blooming flower or the sadness of a fallen leaf? Let us leave a little blank space in our hearts and prevent our hearts from wasting all our efforts due to exhaustion.
9. The older we get, the weaker our hearts become. The most painful past events that were unforgettable and pierced the depths of my heart, thought to be wounds that would never heal, slowly faded away. We all understand that this is not unkindness, nor unintentional, nor forgetfulness, it is Let these innocent and poignant memories remain deep in your heart forever and turn into old wine.
10. After a long time, I read her, the graceful and poignant beauty behind her sorrow for spring, and her longing for her lover... She was like a begonia, blooming when she saw him; he was gone , she withered along with his love. Otherwise, why is there so much sadness hidden in her graceful style of writing? Let us follow the melancholy and sentimentality after a thousand years.
11. It seems that all stories are indispensable for parting. If the beginning is for the ending, then the meeting is for the separation. In the eyes of many people, parting should be accompanied by a kind of sentimental poignancy, but I think that many partings bring people a feeling of relief.
12. Legends are always legends. They are just the reasons for people to put their trust in a thing. I was wondering if the person who made up this story experienced the coldness of that month like me. , so I wrote this poignant story that will last forever.
13. I am a person who likes to nostalgic, and I have a special affection for everything in the old days. I like to listen to old songs, watch old TV series, and drink tea in the afternoon sun. When listening to songs, I also like to lean on the clear moonlight and sit down at my desk, thinking about it. As time went by, I fell in love with moonlit nights. I would often sit under the lamp, face the computer, and end a melodious and poignant story with a piece of sad and ethereal light music.
14. Tonight, when the red flowers are singing softly, the falling petals are dancing in the sky, fluttering like fairies who are tired of the world, splashing with infatuation and elegance. My eyes were facing the cold and aloof waning moon, as if I couldn't feel its poignancy. Under this cold moonlight, I gently write you into a chapter with floating fragrance, continuing the vows made to me in the past years.
15. The yellowed fallen leaves cannot be prevented from being simply scattered in the collection of books; the broken hearts that have been separated cannot be melted by the long-lasting ice in the palm of the hand. A flash in the pan, but once poignant.
16. The saddest group of leaves of the year hangs on the high branches in October, like those tears that are about to fall. The cool breeze will always arrive on time, accompanying thoughtful pedestrians to find the river bed looking back. Those low-hanging rice ears also had a touch of sadness, which seemed to reflect the happy face of the farmer uncle. An indispensable autumn rain still belatedly fell on the dry land. And when the cool breeze passes by, at what moment will you meet your closest soul? I said that no matter how deep and beautiful autumn is, it cannot compete with that unknown but fascinating small town. Its tranquility, tranquility and leisure are her most tender and touching expressions to every relative and passerby.
17. Autumn is frosty and cold, and all the trees are depressed. Only the maple leaves are fiery red, so red that it makes people cry; the once green ginkgo leaves are covered with yellow, making it difficult for poets to write poems. Raising your head, the setting sun shines in the evening, with a vast expanse of rays of light, and the leaves are dancing in the wind.
Lowering my head, the fallen leaves paved the path like a golden blanket. I really wanted to ignore others, lie down, and feel this indescribable warmth and peace and a trace of unknown poignancy with my whole heart, and let it take me dripping wet until far away. Beyond the mountains.
18. In fact, I just want to be a firework. No matter it is cool or sad, I will bloom my soul to perfection in the shortest time. No matter whether there is applause for me or not, on this stage of words, I will stand on the stage as always and dance a solo for myself until the end of the play...
19. Life itself is a non-stop " In the process of "giving up", I used to be very attached to promises, but in the end I discovered that many promises are just beautiful flowers that will always wither. Love is profound because it cannot be possessed, dreams are beautiful because they cannot be rounded, life always carries incomplete beauty, and is sad because of incompleteness.
20. Why are beautiful stories always so poignant? The lonely scenery hurts the lonely soul. The eyes are hazy and it is hard to tell love and hate. The reasons for the ending are slightly different. The ends of the world are covered with water and it is difficult to collect them. The lights are dim. What do you want in this life?
21. Poignant and beautiful love has gone through a long reincarnation. Although they are different, they have the same scenery. I know that life is like a dream, and I travel thousands of miles just to have an unforgettable encounter with you. I also know that fate is like running water. Is it true that we were wandering in the past life and mistakenly became our long-cherished wish in this life? Have the joys and sorrows of my lifetimes been written on the Sansheng Stone by the Wangchuan River?
22. Too much desire and troubles will lead to a long-lasting love. Even knowing this, many people still fly into the flames, which is tragic and poignant. Do we ask for too much, or does everyone have to go through one or more such journeys in their lives? If you can get used to seeing the autumn moon and the spring breeze, and experiencing joys and sorrows, how can you be easily disturbed by certain emotions, and how can you remember them so deliberately.
23. This season is sad and beautiful. Autumn leaves, in countless reluctant expectations, gazed and poured out the concerns in their hearts, but finally had to leave the branches to go to a life-or-death appointment. Human beings always like to imagine the red leaves falling quietly, dancing happily.
24. There are countless poignant stories of life, separation, and death in life. The departure of one person can sometimes affect our schedule. In life, it is difficult to choose, difficult to persevere, and even more difficult to get what you want. And life always has a new beginning every day. Only when the old plot ends can there be new choices, and only when the old story is given up can the heart feel the comfort of letting go.
25. Whose hair has been messed up by the lonely Guchen; whose fleeting years have been promised by the riverside of Sansheng. But who on the bridge drank the Meng Po soup and carved this longing for me. Forget, sentimentality! The red thread tied by mistake in Yue Lao's hand has been dull for thousands of years. Years pass by like a fleeting time, allowing me to miss you endlessly; the butterfly flower falls, allowing you a lifetime of tenderness; the full moon is incomplete, and the vows are sad, and finally the flowers bloom in that life, and the flowers fall in this life...
26. With my hands on the splendor, what can I do to engrave those past surprises in the depths of my heart one by one, and make them sad, just because time has never stayed in the hazyness of first sight, and I can see through the ethereal world of mortals, and I can't see through my own fragility. , the moment the disguise is torn away, it is like the poignancy of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, containing those old souls.
27. A journey of the heart, a sad and stranded past, poignant and sentimental. In the silent night, a person remembers the past, folds the initial warmth, swims through this shallow fate, and the years of broken hearts. I am stained by the world of mortals, but I don’t know how deeply it hurts me. Loneliness and sadness are intertwined into a song, but I am still quietly persistent without regrets!
28. When you have experienced too much worry about gains and losses and the torture of not being able to meet each other, you will understand that distance does not produce beauty, but two tormented hearts. People always think that the unobtainable emotions are the most beautiful. They feel tired of being together, forgetting each other in the world but missing each other until they cry. However, no matter how poignant the feelings of forgetfulness are, they cannot give each other a true hug; no matter how ordinary the companionship of each other is, they have walked through the night and day with themselves.
29. I like the artistic conception of the fallen flower being independent and the swift-flying swallows flying together. It is quiet and hazy, and the unspeakable loneliness of being alone. The eyes are empty and thinking about memories, the sadness is felt when the pen is written, and the time is broken by the wind. The drizzle makes the strings fall into the crook of the eyebrows, the wind blows away the flowers in the wind, the curtains are covered with tears in the eyes, and the jade pot in the heart is drunk, and when drunk, no matter how old you are in the world. I pick up the pen and lay out the plain text, and the soft and tender heart is broken, all because I can't forget the poignant beauty of it scattered on the ground.
30. You can escape a lot, except fate. Prosperous life, poignant moments. The years pass by like a dream. Everything seems to be God's will. Many things cannot be changed. God may provide us with opportunities, but often we miss them.
31. When I am alone, I will also think that maybe one day, I will walk on a certain street and meet you at the corner, meet that familiar figure, the you I love most, I will pretend Smile and say hello to you calmly, and if you happen to still love me, I think your arms are the warmth I want to be close to the most, and I will reach out to touch your face, even though it is a sad picture, maybe like a dream I also want that moment of happiness for a short time, but I know that this is a fantasy. At this moment, I can only cry alone with the pain deep in my heart.
32. From light to dark, from poignant to sad. Sitting under the night, I always feel that such nights are quiet and poignant. Although countless stars accompany the charm of the moonlight, the pain and injury will still fill the entire night sky, just like the mellow aroma of coffee, and There is a bitterness from the sugar.
A person can sing to his heart's content in the night sky, no matter whether the song you sing is out of tune or even mixed, from bright to dark, from poignant to sad.
33. The west wind blows frequently, withering the fallen flowers all over the ground, entangled with a soft mood, your breath is everywhere, entangled in the moonlit night all night long, forming an eternal and beautiful love bean. , Can Hong's worries, which are constantly being cut and sorted out, are filled with sadness.
34. The autumn wind is unintentional, and the spring rain is also ruthless. But by chance, a poignant picture is woven together, and it is reflected repeatedly in the dead of night, that's all. I'm afraid that the autumn wind will mess up the fireworks of the world, and who will be left standing in the spring rain to watch, drowning in the time and sinking. So, I picked up the past all over the place, put my sorrow into pen and ink, and cried out my desolation in the square inch of plain paper.
35. Everything can be gambled, except love. There is never a winner in love! Love is the same as love songs. The highest state is the lingering sound. The most poignant thing is not revenge, but regret. The best love must have regrets. The regret turned into a lingering sound, and I will keep it in mind. The most poignant love doesn't need to be overwhelming, it just cares about each other in silence.
36. Hiding in a damp corner, I felt the length of loneliness. Outside the window is growing darkness, without any cheerful colors. I often stretch out my sight and look far away. The heavy rain curtain hangs in front of my window, heavily covering the whole world. There is no sunshine, no warmth, I thought desperately, as if my life has been attached to a poignant specimen that cannot be changed.
37. With the sun and moon in my heart, there are evergreens all year round. With the heaven and earth in my heart, there are sunny skies everywhere. The heart is as calm as water, flowers, trees, breeze and streams are all pictures and poems with dewdrops. Only when you see the beautiful world with your eyes can you sing with deep affection in your heart. When I see the leaves falling sadly, I realize that time boils water and life is renewed again and again.
38. The vicissitudes of reincarnation, the poignancy of how many longings have been planned, touch the softest place in the heart. I knew that my heart at this moment could no longer belong to me, and tears just slipped out of my eyes silently.
39. If you have the other side in your heart, the sail of your dream will be raised sooner or later; life is complicated, there are too many unclear thoughts; life is illusory, there are too many wonderful fantasies; life is It is poignant and beautiful, with indescribable and endless splendor; life is happy, with the caress of endless love.
40. The peach blossoms in March, with a hint of coolness at the end of the plum snow season, are not full of blooming charm. The complex of a peach blossom is fragrant in my memory; I think that the poignant beauty and touchingness of the peach blossom of Three Lives, Three Worlds and Ten Miles will not bloom to its full bloom until April!
41. You walked into loneliness, and you felt a sad and silent journey; in the end, your heart was scarred, and you smiled and cried, and the hidden pain was still in your heart. Human emotions are complex. We may be moved by the melody of a song because we listened to it, or we may be intoxicated by it because we read some heart-touching words. There are many touches in life, like the sand on the beach. Stone shells, numerous and profound. ?
42. No matter how good you are, there will always be people who don’t cherish you; fortunately, in the end, all those who don’t cherish you will become a thing of the past. Love is the same as love songs. The highest state is the lingering sound. The most poignant thing is not revenge, but regret. The best love must have regrets. The regret turned into a lingering sound, and I will keep it in mind. The most poignant love doesn't need to be overwhelming, it just cares about each other in silence.
43. No matter how good the thing is, no matter how tight you hold it, you will eventually let it go. We are unable to grasp anything. In our limited life, we must pursue less deliberately and cherish it more when we have it. Be free and easy after losing; no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if it lacks the company of the people you love, it will only be a sad loneliness. Those who love you are the most beautiful background of your life. Only by cherishing time and fate will the journey be colorfully decorated, and the destination will be less regretful.
44. Make a wish to the goshawk and take me to the vast ninth heaven. Let me see the stretching of the Cangshan Mountains, the roaring sea, the long rivers and the dim sand moraine. Let me see the falling spring rain and the strong summer wind. The beautiful autumn flowers and the flying snow in winter make me realize how small people are and how vast life is.
45. We cannot change the objective existence around us. Fate is like a window. There are infinite scenery, endless melancholy, and dreams without regrets. Fate is an end and a beginning. It can open the rusty door of the heart and see another world and another self. Fate is a disaster and a kind of happiness, deep and shallow, right and wrong. , coming and going, as cool as the wind, as sad as the rain.
46. Where can I find the poignant beauty of Yiqi Juechen? Where can I find the romance of a fan of love? Whose heart can be melted by a bridge of lingering snow? Whose fate can be achieved by a boat in the rain? Every word and every line is perfect. Whose dream, one word of poem affects whose emotion.
47. The spring rain is falling, and the dark night is even more desolate. In the misty Jiangnan, there is some vicissitudes of life and desolation, and the taste of sunshine is gradually forgotten. The season of blooming flowers brings out the lonely tone. I am deeply assimilated to the sentimental rainy season, and the beautiful twilight sunset in the sea of ??flowers. And how can my residual dream continue to the next ocean of flowers blooming?
48. Sitting under the night, I always feel that such a night is quiet and poignant. Although it is accompanied by countless stars and the charm of the moonlight, the pain and hurt still fill the whole body. The night sky is like the mellow aroma of coffee and the bitterness of sugar.
49. Don’t wait in life: learn to give when you want love; miss your friends when you are lonely; work hard when you have a position; remember the advice of others when you fail; It is only when you are sick that you realize the fragility of life; when you are separated, you regret not cherishing your feelings; there must always be a little regret to bring out the poignancy of love. When love ends, there will always be a sad person standing there.
50. There is a kind of love with teardrops, but it is very sad and beautiful. It is called giving up! Although it is painful to give up, it is also a kind of happiness to have. You cannot force feelings. If you hold on tightly, you will also suffer pain. If you hold your hand tightly, there is nothing inside; if you loosen your hand, you have everything. Life is like this, no matter whether you have caught it or gone away, those things will never leave. Although some things cannot be looked back on, some people can only be buried forever.