The vicissitudes referred to in the letter are sad to look back. It's a pity that human feelings are fading away, and the sky is boundless behind us. Dear, it's not petals scattered all over the floor, it's my broken heart.
I like to walk alone on the avenue covered with fallen leaves and recall two lines of footprints …
I have long been used to loneliness, and wandering love can't be docked. The thoughts in my head are still spinning, and your figure has gone away. There is no sadness, no darkness and desolation. On the ruins, the snow has not yet fallen, but it is already a rejuvenation chair. The wind outside the building is also singing the rain. Hao Yue, Jr. danced alone and burst into tears.
We have gone through hardships, but we never want to lose love. Tears have long abandoned me. I can only hear the sound of heartbreak and can't miss lovesickness, so I can avoid lovesickness. After thinking about it several times, I would rather miss you for a long time in endless reincarnation. Samsara is full of endless vicissitudes.
Summer is locked in autumn after love, and I feel better after winter. After the rain, the rainbow in the sky seems to support a blue sky.
I think I'm building a city. A person, a city has always been very shallow, why is it deep?
I am still wandering, but my loneliness seems to be vicissitudes. Autumn wind blows and leaves fall. Is it the persistence of the tree or the pursuit of the wind? I used to try to love, and now I'm licking my wounds in the corner alone.
I like to play with sadness, but I am always played with my world by sadness. You're not in there! My fingertips have grown cocoons, but I still can't leave you by my side ... only my back is with me. Even so, if we want to meet each other, we must turn our backs on the sunshine and happiness through the glass. It looks beautiful, but we can't touch it Maybe you just left a trace in my life. We are all souls walking side by side in the dark. Although we can't see each other clearly, we are not alone in the traces of the blue sky. It's all in my mind. I'm silent. Because the sky is silent; I am a gorgeous piece of silent paper, and everything is my silent sadness. This life is destined to be so affectionate. Looking at the past faces, I will go further and further with the wind, but I can only spend my life with 3 thousand white hair. It's very cold to sing the story of pure love in this golden age with a shallow voice. We can see each other in the mirror, but our tentacles are cold. Dependent on each other, but unable to keep warm. You are the past I have nowhere to tell, my parting in the middle of the night, the bell ringing, opening the window and stealing the broken moonlight; Looking through my memory, I feel sad and sour; I don't know when, I am confused; Dare to ask: Who took my bright moon? Suddenly, as if knowing, the sky brightened slightly!
We all forget the way out on the road and pursue occasional satisfaction in disappointment ... We all get rid of the fresh pain in our dreams and wander in the place where the lights are shining ... I think life is like this sentence. Although I am still at school, I feel that life will be very difficult.
Fate is so humorous that all the people you love are silent. Loneliness is my best friend, because he never leaves me.
The wind blows away the tears, but it will never understand the sadness of tears.
Whose smile hurt whose heart? Whose tears hurt whose feelings? The mountain hurt several times,
It's the night frost that's colder. It's the laundry list.
The breeze is drunk, comforting Chanjuan.
Late at night, I have learned to hate.
Yesterday and happiness,
Only in today's Wanzhong Mountain, who is comparable?
Thinking of haggard tears and beating hard.
In my dream, I sighed for Iraq. Because my heart is tangled with sadness, I can't imagine what it is like when I am sad. This separation broke my heart. Don't worry, I'll be with you soon. Life and death are endless, and there is no you in the world. Who can pour out this full heart? The loneliness of this shadow is complicated by He Huan's unwillingness to be a lonely person, as lonely as a melody. Who can tell you the preface? It always ignores flowers like Iraq, willows like Iraq and leaves like parting. Is there really an afterlife?
therefore
I am willing to do it.
A bird that knows how to fly.
A flower opens in an instant.
Silent melting snowflakes
even
A corner of the blue sky in front of the window
Set off the wind of pages
divide
What night does a drop of rain throw people? There is no sound, and the fragrant pavilion is hidden.
As soon as the eyebrows are gathered, the moon will sink.
How can I not find each other? Resentment is lonely.
For my heart, for your heart, I will know each other and remember each other deeply.
It's called death,
Full of sadness.
A river,
Forgot the name of Sichuan,
Overflowing and desolate.
A helpless,
Cheng wangchuan.
A bowl of Mengpo soup,
You can forget this life for the afterlife.
A stone
Standing on the forgotten river bank,
It's called sansheng
A well,
Foretell the afterlife.
A familiar figure
Jump out of the car happily
a face
In the next life,
Being the king of the city is lonely,
Where do I dock?
Dead leaves flying,
Whose home is this?
Blurred eyes,
With a little bitterness.
The heart lamp is lit,
Snuggle under the sky.
Who is waiting, who is stupid, who is poor, who wants to be brilliant.
I laugh, I cry, I am crazy, just to touch the heartstrings. Love is a hangover if you can drink alcohol when you are lonely.
Missed lovers meet many times in the tunnel of time.
If love is like a blooming flower, it will change eventually.
My flowers parted ways.
The weather is as cold as a joke, and life is like nonsense.
Looking at the road we have traveled, we know that the distance relative to us seems to be just yesterday.
Looking at the sky and the moon, I feel homesick and flustered.
Those eyes burned the skin, and even if the breeze blows and the slightest touch, breathing will hurt.
People are hard not to be disappointed, and poems are hard not to be picked up. I write lonely poems with crying hair, which hurts my eyes like inkstone and tears like ink.
I'm always in reincarnation. Our love is like a star that never stops sitting in front of the night. The rustling rain can't be washed away. Time freezes between the hair tips. Snow and sand are flying all over the sky. Who is charming? White hair sighs early birth, I leave tears blank. When you are hurt, you must smile. It turns out that tears can swirl in the eyes, but they can be swallowed into the stomach.
Loving you is a lonely thing, and I don't understand the meaning of your smile.
It turns out that you can't cry when you are most sad.
Maybe you have walked into other people's scenery, and you hope to have starlight projection.
What you can't forget is that the tears in your eyes reflect the moonlight in the clouds.
I took a gourd ladle from Luoshui 3,000. Would you like to be a water drinker?
Missing is a clear spring, which gathers in the heart and seeps out of the eyes.
Your random flowers have withered. My only choice. When the figure in the green space goes away with the wind, the sun is submerged under the water, leaving a dark sky. It was so cold that I gave you my heart, but you broke it on purpose ... and threw it all over the world one by one. Who cares about my heartbreak … don't you feel that everything I have done for you is just an apology? Choking music is like calling for missing. Quietly walk out of my infatuation with you, look up, the sky is still blue, but I am not used to that day. If time can teach us to forget and grow, I am willing to exchange my life for the indulgence of love at this moment. How many times I went back to snuff to pick up lingering feelings, how many times I looked at high-rise buildings without sunset and looked at the hazy distance; My mood is flying, my heart is soft, and I sing a monologue in the dark, but I get sad tears. It's so cold that the water has become normal. Surrender to the water! I have become so cold and hard to look at myself in the mirror and slowly wipe away my tears. I don't know what can make me remember not to leave before I leave, even if I stay for one more second and indulge my last dependence on you. I'm still dead in love, who deserves it? Who took your years and for whom you put on the wedding clothes. You walk in the rain, but you never take an umbrella. You have your own sky and it never rains. I love you all my life. My sadness is caused by you, but your happiness and sadness have nothing to do with me. When your heart is really painful and tears are about to flow out, look up at this sky that once belonged to us. If the sky is still vast and the clouds are still clear, you shouldn't cry, because my departure doesn't take away your world. What determines your direction? Is it fate or fate? It is difficult to understand the sadness in words. My heart is broken for you, and the wind blows away a person's greatest sadness. Is it the degradation of ignorance, or is it the dream of being obsessed with the past and being young now? I am not alone in other people's stories. At least two slippers are as warm as sorrow and as gentle as tears. Falling in love with you is doomed to fall in love with injury. Your disdain tore my self-esteem to pieces. Love walks in the rain. At least I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.
You gave me a dream. You said we would work together. But now how do you give up?
The starry sky is shining, like my tears flowing quietly. When you let go, were you reluctant to let me go? When the world disappears and everything becomes ugly, I can only smile and keep my sadness to myself, and your beauty will make you take it away … Without you under the dim street lamp, tears and snowflakes turn into ice.
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near.
The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted. Air-dried memories fall into the silence and precipitation of the years. Forgot to know that green love will cut a red wound. How can you call my heart, not for you, you know, if you are melancholy, it will hurt my heart forever; If you cry, it's always brave to forget when my face is wet; So I knew for the first time that it would hurt in my dream, and it would hurt until I woke up; At that time, I didn't understand that there was a calm, called a stagnant pool. The wind gradually stopped and the rain didn't stop. Looking out the window alone, the plane leaves are falling, but the warm sunshine penetrates my heart mercilessly, forgetting the cold in the north in the south! However, I vaguely remember the hot feeling in the north. I am a tear of a lone star, my fingertips turn to the east, and the colorless fog falls. I want to learn to be calm and write down the heartache of these three and a half years. My love is flawless. At present, you never know when tears will fall with snowflakes. Every time you hum a song, I am intoxicated.
Accompanied by a stranger, I walked through a familiar street. The wind blows my heart and hangs Xianyang trees in the west.
Always silence is more than liberation, always listening is more than telling, how can your calm face drown out love and hate? Always smile more than joy, always run more than life, is her casual recognition enough for you to get through all the pain and suffering? If I leave you in the mountains, I will come back through the tangled jungle, become a lark and come back to you! If I drift away from you at sea, I will come back, cross the wild waves, become a seagull and come back to you! If I get lost in the grassland, I will find your footprints, turn into an elk, travel all over Qian Shan and come back to you! But dear, I just left you when I was holding your hand, so I can only say to you: May you forget me forever in this life! The leaves have fallen, and I know that spring is not the season for me to come back. The gap between reality and ideal confuses us. The accumulation of time dilutes the pain. The meaning of life is no longer to persist in living. Love between men and women is like endless bitterness. Spilled out is enough to make people have a long aftertaste, deep feelings, and tears are real.
Humble waiting, proud to leave, if I leave that day, will you remember me? You disappear into my world, but I can't find the direction ... Rain is tears in my heart, and wind is the breath of love.
Love is deep, but I can't say it or touch it. I can only give her a faint smile in the distance. The pain of unrequited love, as soft as silk, is entangled in my heart. If I can see my back at this moment. Then I know how lonely it is. I didn't wait for snow … but for spring.
What is the heart like? It's like a maze. Thousands of miles away, there is no boat to cross people. No one can help them turn back except to draw their own crosses.
Love is three thousand kinds of worries,
Worrying alone,
Shadow messy, tears streaming down her face.
If you want to talk,
How many autumn does a lovesickness last? Flowers bloom in pairs, tears dry in the best place; Flowers are withering. If I have to leave you, my love, I must walk alone on this quiet road. Please don't be sad or cry. Just smile and talk to me as if I were still standing by your side. When you hear a song I like, or see a bird I like, please don't think of me sadly, because I still love you, as if you were so kind before. I want to do many things for you. There are many things I haven't said yet, but please remember that I have never been afraid of the world without you. The future I face is doomed to be invisible, but I know I love you so much. The day I walked with you is heaven. If I leave you in the mountains, I will come back, go through the tangled jungle, become a lark and come back to you! If I drift away from you at sea, I will come back, cross the wild waves, become a seagull and come back to you! If I get lost in the grassland, I will find your footprints, turn into an elk, travel all over Qian Shan and come back to you! But dear, I just left you when I was holding your hand, so I can only say to you: I hope I will never forget the leaves in my life. I know that spring is not the season for me to come back.