The sweetness of meeting and the bitterness of loneliness are the memories of you and me. I have compiled beautiful message sentences for your reference!
1. We all don’t know how to be considerate. Our arrogant self-righteousness has allowed the quicksand to erode every bit of trust. The incomplete beauty and the reincarnation between sorrow and joy cannot be restored by changing your mentality. You I can't understand the twists and turns, the noises every time, silence is always a powerful representative, the wry smile, how can I guess the mysteries of the heart, maybe you and I always think too much.
2. At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone. I don’t ask for results, I don’t ask for peers, I don’t ask for what I once had, I just want to meet you in the most beautiful years. Some losses are destined, and some fates are destined to be fruitless.
3. All the emperors of the ages have passed away. Prosperity is like a dream, and there is no trace when you wake up from the dream. In this life, I will devote my whole life to you without any regrets or give up the glory of my life. The past events are fresh in my mind, and I dream about yesterday every night, with a slight chill in my heart. Who insists on saying goodbye, leaving behind only memories?
4. The years are quiet, the time is gentle, kiss me and sing. Once, I kept all my deep love for you as a secret. Even if I tolerate too much, how can I let you suffer it? A little bit of hurt and grievance. Sometimes, I hope that you can understand a little bit, but I am afraid that you will see through. My dear, although this road we are taking is not harsh, there is too much sweetness and bitterness. Happiness, just like this, are you still willing to leave me?
5. The sadness of longing for someone can also be gentle and mysterious, covered with a veil and dancing with flowers and butterflies in the wind, as quiet, beautiful and free as a fish under the water patterns in the gentle wind, but not Tears of jealousy will flow out, and the hurt in the heart will not be left behind. A warm smile will permeate the fragrance of lilac flowers, blending into a person's purity and beauty.
6. Memory is more fleeting than time, and forgetting is easier than remembering. It is not inadvertently, but really carefully. Things that were once precious are carefully discarded by time. Subconsciously, I was afraid of being heartbroken, so I hid my heart in a corner. If there was no happiness, there would be no sadness. However, it was only a long time later that I realized that my heart had been left behind and could never be found again.
7. Those good things that we once had have finally become distant longings. Memories are just memories that cannot be brought back. The innocent smiles of the past have gone away calmly with the years. It turns out that no matter how sweet the candy is, it no longer tastes like it did back then. It still feels slightly distressed. The memory has not changed, but we have changed. The past has not been forgotten, but we have forgotten it. Our hearts still hurt, but we don’t care anymore. Yesterday seems like a blur, and when I look back, I realize that we are no longer what we were at the beginning.
8. I once saw this passage on a post bar: "One day, there will be someone who will read all the statuses you have written, read all the Weibo posts you have written, and look at your space. All the photos in it, or even go to other places to find information about you, try to listen to the songs you like to listen to, walk through the places you have walked, read the books you like to read, and taste all the delicious food you praise, I just want to make up for your youth - the time he was late for." 9. Wandering at the interface between dreams and reality, severe pain pierces the soul again and again. A series of ravines have been formed, and many unknown secrets have been buried. The self who always holds the illusion is so stupid that he laughs at it. Why are such scattered feelings as hard to forget as a battlefield?
10. On a misty and rainy journey, the hurried footsteps cannot escape that obsession. The mottos of sleepless nights are written in plain pen, telling the incomplete Tang Dynasty and Song Yu, and the yellowing paper is full. Thinking about you. Lonely night, I just think of you like this, looking up at the sky and crying and speechless. The two brightest stars are separated by an untouchable distance. Did the moment when the meteors passed by awaken your memory? The drifting clouds came Can that flower bring your words? How I want to have a cup of moonlight with you and melt my tenderness into the wine. How I want to lie drunk on your body and not be able to dream.
11. To truly love someone is not to want to own him all the time, but to think about how he is doing, what you can do for him or her, care about someone, and often ask yourself whether he is happy. , whether he is healthy, whether he is the same as himself, thinking about himself all the time, thinking about the depth of love, tears falling uncontrollably, wetting his clothes, hurting his heart and lungs, I dare not tell him how he feels, for fear that he will say that he will not grow up. Children can only express their feelings in words.
12. Falling flowers are sad, and love is connected. I have been with you all my life, I have been thinking about you, and I have never forgotten you. My poor words cannot describe how much I miss you. Every word is sad, and day and night, I never forget your face. Three feet apart, I spent my whole life waiting for fate to come closer, and I waited for your ruthlessness.
13. Some waiting is a kind of helplessness. I can only write down my longing for you at the tip of my pen. There are some things that cannot be waited too long and have withered in my heart.
There is a kind of happiness that is not called forever, but happiness has an eternal name called true love!
14. When will you return Qinglian to me? Can I tell my farewell and bypass all the dust to find my Qinglian? A green lotus in life brings endless joy. When can I return the green lotus? Coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil, where is my green lotus?
15. The melancholy face, the smile pretending to be strong, the vast night, the torn heart petals scattered on the ground, I really want to bury my soul deeply, the love accumulated over the years explains all my feelings. Eternity, staring far away, with tears in the eyes, this man is independent, and has been frosted for thousands of years. He looks up to the sky alone at night, and writes the heartfelt words of the world. Time dyes the plain face with the color of wind and frost, and the annual rings of memory are deep It is engraved in the depths of my soul, and you circle and circle in the annual rings, filling the entire space.
16. In the silent night, the lights of Weiwei's heart are shining, and the surging stream is endless, arising from thoughts. The mottled boredom slants the shadow of sadness, and the deep silence trembles in the empty atrium. Take your sadness calmly, and the fragrance is destined to follow. No one can understand the pain buried in my heart. Travel through the depths of memory and feel the youth given by time. In the long corridor of the past, time has long since passed away, like falling flowers in the wind, passing away without a trace.
17. Sometimes, I look at the sky in the distance, blankly, full of emotions. Once upon a time, I became so sad, and I can’t find the smiling face of the past, myself under the sky. , as if I had been abandoned by the world a long time ago, my heart was filled with sadness, suddenly it became cold and empty, and my heart could no longer store this thing called sadness, the happiness in the distance that I could not reach.
18. If the years pass quietly and the time remains as before, will those treasured tears smile and say it’s okay? If the prosperity that comes to an end can be wonderful in the ordinary, will there be no need to look back on the past?
19. Who remembers whom in the most beautiful past? Among the fragments of memories, which one is the most regretful reminiscence? I can't bear to look at everything withered, bear everything that hurts my heart, stand alone and wander on the street, hesitating and not knowing how to take a step, slowly looking back, in the dim light, there is still no beautiful figure who belongs, my eyes are dim, and I hope It turns into ashes and disappears, staying in the gaze, the wind blows the curtain of thoughts, and the beautiful memories blur the tears. I suddenly feel the sadness and beauty of a person. The memories are long, leaping over the missing moon, arousing the loneliness and desolation of the whole city. .
20. The setting sun melts gold, and the sky in the west is red. Looking back, I vaguely saw a person floating on the winding road. He was carrying a hoe and a basket on his back. He was wearing short clothes and trousers, and there was a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums filling his body. He is Mr. Wuliu who "picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and saw the Nanshan Mountain leisurely". He fell into the dust net by mistake, which made him physically and mentally exhausted. After resigning and going into seclusion, his body and mind were bathed in the fragrance of mountains and flowers, and he gained a rare sense of tranquility and tranquility. Leisurely.
21. Flowers are similar every year, the past always brings up scars, deep or shallow, drowsy, drunkenly looking at a piece of memory, indifferent to searching thoughts, washed away The heart, aroused by someone, is like a slight smile but full of profound meaning, and the thin clouds of smoke and willows contain eyes with many hidden tears.
22. The unexpected summer rain gathers in the clouds again. Is it because of your free flow like an orchid, or is it because of the longing in my heart that is as calm as a white lotus? Simple Xia Yu, simple me, simple you. Today or tomorrow, meeting or forgetting are different continuations of yesterday's story.
23. I miss the days when I met you. Those memories engraved in my heart can never be erased even in my lifetime. Maybe we have no chance to see each other again, maybe that relationship can only become the past, but you are my most precious love. Touching thoughts, maybe you will never understand that my longing arises because of you. Have you ever known that all my attachment is only because of you, and now you, do you still have any memories of me in your heart, lonely? Will you still think of me sometimes?
24. Your tenacity has worn away my arrogance. The dark night is the moment for me to dance alone. I am full of inspiration from your feelings. I count the stars and look at the darkness, as if I am a ghost, wandering. I don't want to leave in this world of mortals for a long time.
25. We met on a moonlit night where we were not drunk, and our thoughts were like stones. Inadvertently, we were drunk with dreams, lost our eyes, stared at the end of the world, and asked about the way back to the lonely shore. I feel the slight pain of longing, as if I can stay on the stone road that will not change. Then, I will go to the left, and you will go to the right. It's ridiculous that the walls I built collapsed in an instant, with no sign of stopping. The wall in my heart finally fell into disarray and became an endless blank.
26. The solitude when I was lonely gave me the space to examine myself. After being washed by the gurgling water, my soul filtered out the glitz and nothingness, and put aside the complicated dust. Only when the lead is washed away can we calm down and do things as a person.
27. The pattering raindrops play the dance music of green leaves, and dancing together is my unchanging intention. The furrowed brow locks my helpless lovesickness, making me forget how your tender eyes have melted my heart.
28. In the rain lane where we live, in the river bend where we stroll, in the mountains and fields where we travel hard, and on the roadside where we meet, I embrace the longings in the dust and the sun and the moon. The sadness in my heart, countless comings and goings, countless twists and turns, writing silly verses, leaving behind the words of waiting, dreaming of dreams that pass through time and space, dreaming of the person who once held a vase of flowers in his hand, and in his heart A person with lingering fragrance.
29. You and I are not the overlords of the mortal world. We dream of covering the sky with one hand, but we cover our eyes with only one hand. The free and easy bangs in our sight are messy. The bangs blur our clear vision. After all, the bangs cannot cover the corners of our eyes. A trace of sadness, the falling meteor, leaving a moment of eternity, flashing by, you once were as dazzling as a shooting star, but in the end it passed away.
30. How can one sing a song and say goodbye to the years that have been tainted by the dust? But if we can't tell each other goodbye, what will happen? One person's loneliness ultimately becomes the fault of two people and the loneliness of several people. The long-lost years, whose loneliness can be finally shouldered and whose loneliness can be reconciled? It's April in the world, and all the beauty can be seen. But how many April days are there in the world? I am beautiful yesterday, I am beautiful today, how many tomorrows can I be beautiful in the end?
31. I am used to drinking a pot of moonlight wine, and counting the ups and downs, ups and downs of the past through the moonlight. How many times have I leaned on a tall building and taken in the night sky? However, I am not used to missing your beautiful smile. In the fleeting years, there is no joy without you, and I have failed the Sixth Palace Fendai.
32. With a single lamp, I stand like a thousand-year landscape, without tears or heartache. Dreams fall into dust and bear several reincarnations in vain. The misty drizzle, the dusty world is like smoke, how many lingering thoughts, how many past events are like dreams and smoke, how many memories are faint and incomplete, and how many sorrows and resentments are condensed in it.
33. Cherish the fallen flowers and follow the wind, and look back as before. Passed by, missed. Caught, lost. Life plays out one scene after another over and over again. When I got to know myself again, I realized that I was nothing. Effort also has a process, and there will be results if you pay indefinitely.
34. What is fate? It is not just a chance encounter in the same time and space, because you never know whether you will pass it by in the next second. Many people say that being single is a state, but it is just a state. Some people also say that everyone who doesn't want to fall in love has someone in his heart who can't let go. Some people will also say that love is a thing without fate and everything is in vain.
35. Sometimes there is a little bit of bitterness, but in a blink of an eye, the sweetness of melted rock sugar moistens the sleepless night, evokes countless silences of purity and luxury, and leaves me with a window of moonlight like water. , poetry arose, stirring up the clouds, the romantic and mysterious eyes melted into the deep blue of the night sky, becoming a place for first love, every star became a station, where dream love danced and rested, and fairy tales were also made at this time become.
36. In time, we may all have been chasing a piece of happiness for a story, a certain person, climbing mountains and wading in rivers, not afraid of hardships and dangers, even if the world is ahead of us. When I suddenly realized that all this persistence was not worth it, I understood. Faced with the feeling of pain, I always wanted to say to myself, "I have been learning to love others, but I forgot to love myself."
37. Despair buries laughter, and disappointment covers everything. What I should do is to learn to forget. If I am not strong and weak, who will show me? 38. Time passes without a trace, and I always record my feelings anytime and anywhere. I named this new notebook "The Thoughts of Cherish". On rainy days, I quietly feel the feelings in the rain and write down the loneliness. Leave it to the years, leave simplicity to yourself
39. When you are lonely, let your soul wander where the clouds, sea, and sky meet, watching the sunset with the solitary swans flying together, and admiring the color of the long sky. The autumn water; enjoy the bright moon on the fragrant meadow by the Chun River, and listen to the whistle of the beauties on the twenty-four bridge moonlit night. At this time, the hustle and bustle, ups and downs of the world have been forgotten.
40. The pursuit of dreams. People are like this, always wanting to ride in the distance of the future, facing the wandering of the heart. They cannot use the power of self-control to grasp the rhythm of right and wrong, and only after experiencing the truth, do they realize the innocence of that moment.
41. A bamboo stick and a pair of straw sandals, walking calmly through the bamboo forest in the wind and rain, walking and chanting... "I can live my whole life in the mist and rain", this is so transcendent and free and easy. Only by working hard can I have such a detailed and profound understanding of life.
42. When I am lonely, my soul listens to the earnest teachings of sages and philosophers: fame, fortune, glory and wealth are all things outside the body, and life is like a floating cloud. Float by. Listen with an open mind, like a spring breeze; think quietly and purify your soul. I want to let selfishness, narrow-mindedness, hypocrisy, and paranoia all flow out of my body, and let the holy water of human nature extinguish the fire of greedy desire. Only indifference can clear my mind. ; Only tranquility can lead to great distances.
43. In the chaotic years, sometimes I would look at this piece of white gardenia and meditate, why some people are destined to end their lives in the world, why are they still there? Such a tacit understanding in the heart? Isn't this the greatest punishment from God in life? Gardenia does not give anyone any answers, but its fragrance still overflows in the world. I like to look at the sea of ??flowers and be alone. If possible, I also want to be a gardenia, which always blooms in May and June, so that all the beauty will follow the world forever.
44. When the wind blows, every thought brings joy. Life; when the wind falls, a single thought falls, and all the sorrows dance in the world. All the hidden years and the sorrow that cannot be hidden bloom in an instant. When will the love and thoughts no longer be like dripping water and breaking through the stone? If it is not a flower, it is like a dream. When will I return the clear lotus?
45. Gardenia blooms every year, and some dreams come true every year.
Perhaps, gardenia brings us not only the beauty of fleeting time, but also the waiting of long-lasting youth. In the romantic fragrance of all gardenia flowers, all dreams are flying. Perhaps, when the gardenia blooms, it drives your dreams to fly, it drives my dreams to fly, and it drives everyone’s dreams to fly. Youth is gone, we have walked out of the years of shaking hands with youth, and we have entered the page where we describe the course of our lives. Perhaps, only gardenia can bring us that clarity and innocence, allowing all our dreams to fly in the sky in its flawless whiteness.
46. Being together by fate but not staying together is a regret in life. Maybe this is the incomplete beauty. How many flowers bloom and fall red for several seasons is just like this. Maybe there is no such thing in life. Perfect. Twist the heart fragrance of a petal, let it be fragrant in the years, not for him, just for the past madness, for encounter, for youth, for life, for you, for me, for the past like yesterday...
47. Meeting is by chance. If you know how to cherish the fate, you will live up to the acquaintance. Separation is inevitable. If you know how to let go, you will not get stuck in it. Life is ruthless like a drama. After it ends, even if you and I are still in the same world, we will already be irrelevant.
48. If leaving is your happiness, I would rather grieve alone. If coldness is your personality, persistence is my nature. When a person steps into the boundary river, he is destined to be sad* **Existence, there are many unpredictable things in life. You are the complex that I did not expect. Whenever I am alone, I quietly think about our encounter. Although it is not as beautiful as the book, but in my heart, you I am the most beautiful encounter.
49. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! It's not something you're born with, it starts from the moment you fall in love with someone. Letting someone enter your heart is unconscious. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up easily and shouldn't give up, and stubbornly persist in what shouldn't be persisted.
50. Walking through blooming flowers, walking through desolation under the moon, I finally understand that the world is blurred, and many seemingly inseparable involvements are originally not disturbing each other. When the sea turns into dust, naturally The clouds dispersed and the smoke flew away, and there was nothing left to say about right or wrong. The prosperity is gone, the entanglement of love and hate has become an empty dream, and we will eventually turn around due to a certain situation, and we are just two strangers, separated by a lifetime of sadness, back to back.
51. Deep in the world of mortals, with a finger of quicksand, the endless autumn dream, the gentleness deposited on the tip of the pen, the endless water-like tenderness, the prosperity is gone, one drunkenness, one dream, It is empty in the end, and the desolation left on the ground is still describing the past, the oath that has been destroyed by sea and stone, is just a fleeting glimpse in time. Counting the passing years, flowers bloom and fade, the moon waxes and wanes, joys and sorrows, who can escape it? Maybe we should let go of that obsession. As long as we have sincerely loved, given, and owned, we are worthy of satisfaction. Why are years so picky?
52. Come to the intersection alone, wave a monotonous right hand, raise it in the vague shadow we left, count the dust bounced by the raindrops, in the drizzle of red dust, you The blurry shadow is like the erratic willows swaying in the rain, like the fluttering and heavy wings that are difficult to spread in the rain, like the hurried pedestrians walking in the rain... The hands that once held your ice-clear appearance can only hold a faint blessing in the rain. Take a handful of broken rain dreams to comfort our goodbyes and commemorate our past. Lovesickness is the dust along the way, what is blown away is confused resentment, and the pain of being lost.
53. Perhaps in this life, you are destined to be the one I look back on unforgettably. I cherish a lot of love, but I always believe in one sentence: "Not everyone who holds a child's hand can grow old with her; and not all encounters can be transformed into legends. If you meet them, you will cherish them, and if you cherish them, they will last forever." Maybe. One day, all the unforgettable memories will be interpreted in the slight smile at the corner of the mouth. What touches my heart is still the beauty left by the years, and those loves and cherishes will still be remembered.
54. Looking for the scenery that once had you, day and night, year after year, recalling that infatuation and stubborn waiting, knowing that there is no answer... The four days past that I recalled, like Dreams make my heart welcome the sad notes of flowers. The frost is cold all the way. Walking in the wind, the charm is infinite. Those memories about you are so hard to let go. I use words to resist the sadness. A piece of paper is deeply affectionate and charming. Quiet night, I miss you.
55. I breathed in the breath and tasted the taste. The moonlight was like water, cool and lingering all over the ground. I let it pass through my fingertips. I felt the moonlight, That sad tear.
56. Where will this day go? What will be the end? But I know that as long as you follow the right path, you will always gain something. Where the heart is, there is hope. Even if you work hard for someone, it is worth it.
57. The midnight bell has rang for a long time, but at this time there is no sleep at all. The soul is possessed by you, the flesh and blood are absorbed by you, the essence of life is left to you, and what is left is just the body, it is you. Take away everything from me, my existence is wonderful for you.
58. If I could not recall it, it would be the peace I have been waiting for for a long time. Why don’t I want to let it go and indulge in the beauty of wine? Will you be imprisoned in that sealed forbidden place? Will the things you don’t want to remember continue to be together with this endless beauty?
59. All the long-term fleeting years will eventually fade away in the fragrance of gardenias, immersing themselves in the most beautiful purity, not caring about the secular world, not caring about trivial matters, just seeking one thing. The most true beauty, I just want a sense of indifference. What gardenia brings to life should be people’s obsession with beauty and their most fervent expectation for life. The beautiful gardenia will bring all the fragrance to permeate its beauty.
60. The mundane world of right and wrong is as shattered as a dream and as traceless as the wind. We worked hand in hand to plan the next stop of the journey, but I didn’t know that bumps were already approaching as I moved forward. I tried my best, but I couldn’t escape the path arranged by God. Or perhaps; only after you fall will you know the taste of failure, and only after time has passed can you recall the beauty of the past.
61. The crisp sound of the keyboard in the quiet night is like the words of one’s own heart, and the jumping words jump out gently and then fall quietly, activating the screen, allowing the passionate life to show its silent charm, and time passes unconsciously. As the day passed, the sky was about to break, and the morning light in the east awakened the addicted soul. Slowly, slowly, I woke up. I don’t know when I burst into tears. The words in the center of the choked sobs were wet, and they fell gently with the tears.
62. When the tangled love threads of the years are removed, the years that have been entangled in the dust are clearly visible. When the parting song is played, I always admit my heart. I love him, no matter what kind of catastrophe I have experienced, no matter how scarred I have been by the years, I admit that I will always love him.
63. Happiness can never escape the stranglehold of time. If you want to reach out and catch something, you will struggle feebly, hate it, and be helpless. Waiting in disappointment again and again only results in deepening your hatred for yourself again and again! The tighter I hold on, the faster I lose, but I don’t dare to let go. The stronger the desire, the more disappointment. The struggle in missing you turns into sadness. Can you be more sensible and sleep quietly for a while? Some things always make me sad when I think about them. Beautiful, so in imagination, a reality that could have been very happy was wasted.
64. Deep love and shallow affection, a trace of longing, reverse the dust of several lives, like falling flowers on water, lingering in whose heart? In the past, who is dancing by the Naihe Bridge? Who is not intoxicated by prosperity but only intoxicated by you? Who doesn't get involved in loneliness? Who has washed away the lead and made Huawei laugh? The endless prosperity is torn into pieces, letting the years dance with vicissitudes, pure makeup, pure heart, dancing lightly.
65. The night is deep and the dream is still far away. I am slightly drunk and slightly infatuated in the hallucinations of near and far. I feel that you are enjoying the beauty of the world in the warm pursuit, like a bouquet of flowers. Open in the sunshine, scenes of once clear pictures are outlined into a song-like and dream-like artistic conception, as clear as the memories after the beginning of a game.