1, some people are easily erased by time. Like dust.
2, because of love, so compassion; Because you know, you are tolerant.
3, our youth, high-profile start, but sad end.
I love not the past me, but the past me.
If you can't leave it, take it away from your life.
Sweet words are so sweet, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble so easily.
7. If someone catches you, I will give you anything.
I didn't give up, and I won't leave you.
In any case, it is always unforgivable for a person to make excuses. The more unloved you are, the more you should love yourself.
10, fate is a book. If you don't turn it carefully, you will miss the details. If you look too carefully, you will dry your tears.
1 1. How afraid I am of getting used to a person's goodness and then being mercilessly abandoned.
12, there are always some people who say the pain that I never dared to say so sharply.
13, some people, some things, forget it, people have never trusted you. Why flatter yourself?
14, I am most afraid of becoming the kind of person I used to hate.
15, between the street lamp and me, who is a passer-by, who is the ornament of life.
16. Holding on to things that don't belong to me will only hurt myself.
17, how far away, how tangled, how nostalgic, how indescribable. You can't see pain or madness.
18, leaving doesn't mean that we are not friends, just like the sun will still illuminate the world through the moon at night.
19, I am used to things, and I can't bear to lose her. But ... she will leave you gradually. Until I forgot her.
20. It is better to arm yourself than to please others; It is better to laugh at life than to escape from reality; It is better to attack with your head held high than to listen to the wind and rain!
2 1. Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether it is squashed or clenched, it will eventually flow through your fingers drop by drop.
22. Children who used to deal with words were never happy. Their happiness is like children playing, strolling into the sky, but refusing to come back.
23. Memory is a thin book with time. A light thought will raise the dust all over the sky, accompanied by the flying sun, just like a fragmented fleeting time.
24. A lot of time passes through your fingers, leaving a lot of things called knowledge and emotion in your hand.
25. There are so many places around a person that you can pay so much. In this small circle, some people want to come in and others want to leave.
26. No matter how long it takes, some things will not fade away. Although they are always treated coldly, her heart is always painful. Once you touch a little, it hurts.
27. Fang's happiness ends and indifference begins. There is no reason, and there is no need for any reason. Everyone obeys silently. Thin and transparent glass separates the two worlds, and no one resists and no one escapes.
28. One friend is very good, two friends are a little too many, and three friends are too many. Just have a bosom friend, not too many. If you really don't, you still have yourself. Be kind to yourself, get along with yourself and be friends.
29. Your world is a song, and I forgot its melody. I am lonely, but I can't cry. Your Cang Sang, Lu Yu, my prosperity and desolation, I sang repeatedly, but it became a sadness that the years could not stop.
I thought that one day, I would completely forget my love and you, but suddenly one day, I heard an old song and my tears came down, because we listened to it together.
3 1. No matter how far I have gone and how long it has passed, everything related to youth, love and dreams, like air, shuttles silently through my fingers and suddenly appears. Perhaps what I can't forget is not those people and things, but the passion that has gradually passed away and the years without regrets.
32. Is there anyone who once made you crazy and now desperately wants to forget? We have been moving forward, but we have forgotten the purpose of our original departure. I think life is about pursuing happiness and knowing what you want. You can't look gorgeous and glamorous, but your heart is empty and lonely. After all, there is only one life, and I don't think anyone wants to look back in the old age and say, "I still have many regrets!" " "
33. What is the subtraction of life? At the beginning, you have to do the addition desperately, experience everything you want to say and do, manage yourself like a complex tree, and then choose which branches to cut. Instead of doing subtraction when there is nothing and nothing has been experienced, seek simplicity. The real bad guy and the fake good guy are two extreme people. The real bad guys don't pretend, and the bad ones are written on their faces; False good people are shrewd, but bad people are buried in their hearts. The real bad guys say that the wind is rain, and the disaster brought to others is temporary, preventable and controllable; Fake good people deliberately dig countless holes, big holes cover small holes, and small holes cover old holes. There is still water in the hole, and there are nails in the water. Landmines are buried layer by layer, and baits are thrown before pulling wires. This disaster can be fatal.
34. On today's stone bridge, the moss is withered, and the autumn wind has crushed the lingering sound. You are like a wisp of smoke, drifting with the wind and gradually fading out of my sight. I only have a trace of melancholy, a blank sheet of paper and a sigh. So, I hid behind a smile, smiled bitterly in old songs, and stuck my heart on new words and old words.
35. The stone steps are winding, the moss is faint, and the grass is green. My eyes were fixed on the grass beside the steps. The wild flowers are still bright, but the beautiful shadows are empty. The chords of music are still floating in the air. I can smell the surge and superposition of that emotion, and I feel a little sad in my heart. I always feel sorry for what is missing.
Maybe you will use a new love to heal your old wounds, but when you are looking for a new love, sadness will come again and again, because you can't let go of his shadow in your mind. You may hate yourself for not keeping his heart, but even if you do it too perfectly, you can't keep your roots. In his life, you just hurried by.
37, meet, there will be no deliberate. Acquaintances should not be melodramatic. Knowing each other is a taboo for mutual advice. Otherwise, the chance of Zen splash will start to toss and turn. In the end, it was just a provocative provocation. For whose passers-by and whose nightmare, I walked away. It's just that there's no time to be brave and waste the past.
38. I'm not sure how long it will take me to forget you, nor can I guarantee that you will be forgotten by me. I can only do this, no noise, no joy, no sadness. Being with you quietly, leaving a heart without intersection, is not like keeping a cat. It's cold, come and snuggle up to you; It's hungry, come and call you; Itchy, come and rub it for you; Tired of it, it slipped away. Keep a heart, I wish I could keep a dog, not you, but it keeps you!
39. Quietly watching you walk slowly from the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, your brow is stained with the elegant ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry, which is as rich as jade as ever. Modest gentleman, Hu Yun doesn't like it. Is the elegant lotus flower pregnant with your spirit, or is the cold plum of the proud branch casting your character? The hazy drizzle seems to be your affectionate gaze, wandering in the world of mortals. I have no regrets about you, whether it is lingering tenderness or persistent affection in this life. I would like to be with you in this boundless twilight, so that eternal love will be engraved forever.
40. This is a season full of love. Just like a gentle breeze passing through a shallow fleeting time, I looked at the fate of the past from a distance, and a thin stroke fainted a person's obsession. Quietly watching the flowers fall in bloom, savoring a touch of agarwood in the years, experiencing the profundity of love in the mottled time, forgetting that the river bank faces each other across the bank, leaving acacia scattered all over the place, searching for half a life in the bustling world of mortals, missing the flowering period, becoming pale and fleeting, and waiting for someone in the dark.
4 1, the wind outside the window is still the same, the rain outside the window is still the same, a petal falls, a little hazy, a wisp of fragrance, around my fiery waiting in this life. The night remains the same, and the curtain of dreams hangs on the midnight window, swaying and lingering for a long sad night. The wind shook and the shadows scattered, and the prosperity was exhausted. Acacia becomes a ruin. My attachment is stranded in the flickering candlelight tonight. Candlelight is full, and candlelight is lingering. I believe that the loneliness of this season will soon dissipate, and I believe that if there is love, distance is not far in the future!
42, falling flowers are intentional, but unfortunately the water is ruthless! Secret love, the so-called "secret love", is more torture and harm to people. For the person you love, because she doesn't love you, you can only appreciate her beautiful image from a distance. Even if there are thousands of declarations of love in my heart, I can only bury them in my heart and suppress them painfully. The more you love, the deeper you hurt!
43. Like the moonlight, it lingers in the sleepless window. The sadness left behind flows on the white paper. The old dream of an empty city once written on plain paper is now mottled and messy. The story of tears falling like rain and drifting with the wind is shocking. Soak your soul with Tang and Song poems, and the graceful words are full of sadness.
44. When I woke up, tears soaked my lines. This relationship has never gone far, but you said to stay away. I know, I always knew. You are a cloud, a wandering cloud. You only occasionally project into my city, and I just fall in love with your world of mortals. You gently touched my heartstrings, making me mistakenly think that this is the most beautiful opportunity in the world of mortals.
I just want to remember you forever. I know that in the years to come, haste will always leave a sadness, and I can only walk on the edge of pain. I've seen too many farewells, too many cries and too many farewells. Watching your familiar back fade away, watching it disappear in sight, tears are still crossing your cheeks, cool and wet, and for an instant, your eyes are hazy. ...
46. The wheel started slowly, taking away my favorite person. Don't ask, have we ever loved? I stood there quietly, and the wind could not leave; Rain will not leave sadness! At the starting station, people are saying goodbye. Such days make us inseparable, and let us bring each other endless thoughts.
47. Now, loneliness is on the left bank, sadness is on the right bank, and the other side of loving you is pain, reluctant to part, singing softly, turning around, but unable to go far. Love is deep and passionate, and love is a song that can never be sung. There are many feelings that can't be expressed in words in the endless beautiful tidbits from ancient times to the present. Me too. My heart is like a net with Qian Qian knots in it.
48. Insist on this love because I once loved each other; Letting go of this relationship is to fulfill the future. If I die, don't bury my bones. If I die like a star, I will live like the morning dew. If I die, don't bury my bones, Ti Tuo Mountain, and assimilate Cangwu; If I die, don't bury my bones. In your heart, let me stay forever and turn away. Leave a history book ...
49. When we meet for the first time, life is colorful everywhere; At first sight, you will lose a lot of helplessness and toss and turn; If you see it for the first time, your life will be less painful and painful in the future. However, how can life be the same as the first time? As time goes by, the initial pleasant surprise will be lost bit by bit. Perhaps looking back, the mood at this time and the throb at that time have already left the ground, the sea and the mulberry field, leaving only endless sighs!
50, there is always some fate, because of the waywardness of the moment, slipping between the fingers; Some feelings, because of a temporary impulse, regret for a lifetime; Some people turn all their lives. Many feelings of alienation and apathy are rooted in the difference of thoughts; Many thanks are ashamed to express, buried deep in my heart and become lifelong regrets. Who knows, the fate of this life, how many times after the affectionate look back?
5 1. If I could go back in time, I would choose not to know you. Not that I regret it, but that I can't face the ending now. Happiness can come slowly, and I can wait patiently, as long as it is true. I hope that in this life, I can be like an elegant lotus, graceful and meticulous, blooming calmly, without a license and without a trace, and settle down.
52, a strand of hair, can't read my thoughts; Cherish your life, and you can't pursue promises. Being in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain falls on my heart. Year after year, no one is alone. Even if the memory has turned to dust, it can't be turned back after washing it away. Once again, I will spend all my thoughts in Jiangnan in this misty rain.
53. In life, we leave our footprints in one place and then quietly turn to another. We are constantly changing our direction and finding our own way. How many people have passed away from our eyes like passing clouds, and how many people have poured into our hearts! When I am quiet, I always like to look down at the traffic on the street alone, watching a person walking or walking with me flash by before my eyes, and how many years in my life pass silently like running water.
54. On this moonless night with only tears, a faint sadness permeates the dark night sky from my heart. How I wish everything could leave naturally, without too many words, parting from life and death, or even embracing each other affectionately. Will distance make my heart far away at night?
55. At some point, you should realize that some people can stay in your heart, but they won't appear in your life. The world is just a thin encounter, some people can't be together, but their hearts are together; Some people seem to be together, but their hearts can't be together; Some people never want to be together, so they naturally get together; Some people go through a lot of hardships and finally come together, only to find that they are not suitable for each other.
56. A person's ingratitude may be due to his bad memory. He forgot, so he can be ungrateful; He didn't forget it because of ingratitude. He didn't completely forget the past, but his memory was so poor that the past was no longer profound, and he was soon replaced by new memories, only remembering the laughter of the new couple and forgetting the smiling faces of the old ones.
57. Walk in the rain, let the wind tear the wound and let the rain wet the wound. In your world, good fate is doomed. No matter how tenacious I am, I still can't gently put you still. Memories of the picture, those sad memories, how many scattered in the past, sad pictures as beautiful as tears. When I was in the glittering and translucent tears for you, my hands would feel distressed, and I couldn't continue to write in the memory of falling.
58, rain, has been under; Aimless, lingering, wantonly hitting the inner hole, cold heart, when can we have a little more temperature? When is the source of sadness the end? In the night without you, I am used to being alone and talking with loneliness and sadness. Unknown worries infected words, I fell in love with memories, and I don't know who lost my happiness. I wrote down the fleeting time in sadness and waited for the years to grow old in loneliness.
59. How eager to return to the place where we first met, so that time can stay at that moment and the fate between us can last longer. But fantasy can't resist the ruthlessness of reality, let tears slip quietly in the dark night and drain the endless thoughts of the world of mortals, because the past can't go back …
60. I don't know what my mood is. I bent down deeply, squatted down in front of the fallen leaves, picked up the leaves that exhausted my life, and there was a warm touch on my cheeks. A tear fell on the leaves. I looked at the tears and tasted the long-lost melancholy alone, and there was an unspeakable sadness in my heart.
6 1, the reason why people are full of understanding is to think too much. Tired is not terrible, tired is terrible. Fatigue can affect mood, distort mind and endanger physical and mental health. In fact, everyone is bound by others and has their own burdens, but some people will adjust in time, while others are deeply involved.
62. Unrequited love is not sweet, only a long dull pain. Sometimes you are awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, curled up under the bed, and suddenly miss him as if he were behind you. But when you turn around, you realize that everything is illusory. You are separated by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and you are separated by Mount Tai and Huangshan Mountain. This kind of missing is just a kind of loss, just a kind of vain, just powerless.
63. Woman, you are always so afraid of a person, but you are always alone; Woman, you are always so easy to pay, knowing that it is pain, but still so persistent; Woman, you are always so fragile, knowing that you are cheating, but you still cheat yourself; Woman, why are you always so stupid? It makes people feel distressed.
64. I once asked a person: If I lose sleep, will the whole world lose sleep? At least I will. She answered innocently. If so, how does she know when I will lose sleep and when I will wake up? If I had a choice, I would rather stay awake. Or, go to bed Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up, really tired.
65. We are all as young as wind chimes ringing in May, humming sad songs and dreaming beautiful dreams. We are all young, and we love fireflies dancing in summer nights, and our eyes are still; We are all young, and we like to let our hair hang down and our skirts fly. We are all young and want to shoot a vicissitudes of life by moonlight. When we are not young, who is inclined to this beautiful dream?
66. Some people will be engraved in their memories forever. Even if you forget your face, you will remember all your feelings. Time goes by, and the years go back and forth; Samsara changes, ups and downs remain the same, but this heart that remembers the past. In the past, ups and downs were difficult to achieve; It's fleeting, and things are different. What can be left seems to be only that unforgettable, unforgettable and unforgettable story.
67. Life is just like this, but it must be accepted. Sometimes I always want to live happily, but I can't give up the people or things around me! There is always too much helplessness and regret in life. The sunset is fleeting, the years fade, the appearance is gone, and the flowers in bloom fall. There is no choice but to spend a lot and let nature take its course.
68. Past lives, the complex of wanting to stop, pestered past lives and disturbed this life. At the end of a strange road, wonderful flowers bloom, stars fall and our love falls. Love falls on the road, takes root and blooms in the withered autumn in bloom, painting a little red for this barren world. I wandered in the hot and sweet years, and the incense of memories told me that you were no longer with me.
69. I looked out of the hole, but I was used to it. Moonlight, like a flood, with its unique brilliance, easily eroded long-lost feelings. However, in the deepest part of your memory, you are always so bright and listening to the most unforgettable sadness. The shadow of the laurel tree is crumbling, but the tacit understanding is: your ups and downs, my joys and sorrows!
70. I always let myself go smoothly, without strong feelings, and often smile and stop hysterical. Occasionally I can recall the past, but I don't have much emotion. It seems that the domineering and distinctive teenager has completely died in the flow of time. If you have been obsessed with a problem, you may never solve it. Look at it from another angle, maybe you can find the answer you want!
7 1, two lights of the sun and the moon, a dream in spring and autumn; I don't know the world of mortals, but I'm happy when I'm drunk. The years are still the same, and the running water is clean. We should forget a gloomy time in the thin moss. There are still some storms in the past that need to be forgotten gently. So forget it, forget it in the bustling market, forget it in the dark green clouds of spring breeze. This situation has been going on for many years, and there is no dust and dye.
72. I don't know how many street corners I walked through and how many quiet street scenes I asked. I ran to the crowded street. Looking for eyes, responding to falsehood in the face of noise, wandering alone in the world. Under the stage, the pride of hangover, sharp tearing sound, feasting and feasting, bearing the storm of reality, sad taste, and lonely bitter water, drunk and drunk.
73. Fireworks are beautiful, but they can only be embellished by the starry sky. Gorgeous entrance and lonely ending, just like our story. You are far away, spring breeze, can you hear my call? The lights in the distance are dim, and I only hope that Iraqis will return, just to pass by again …
74. I can't understand the wilderness of Saibei. Maybe that day, you went home. I'll wait for you at the gate. This story is the same as my dream. The mountains are still the same, the water is still the same, but the river flowing under your feet is not yesterday. The fate of children's affair once is enough, and the next flower season is not funny. But why should I love you? ...
75. Listening to the rain is like drunkenness, misty rain is like wine and water at dusk, and the wind is still broken. Wan, crazy horse laugh, Xiao Di Xie Ronghua, all the blood flowed out, leaving only white hair. Laugh again, and the pavilion yangko is neon red. A drunken stew, the old paper red dust has been intermittent, birds singing off the stream, so that tears stop on the bridge.
76. Why do universities arrange classes so loosely and then spend four years instead of studying from seven to five for two years like middle schools? Here's the thing. It takes four years to polish your spirit, consume your dreams and break up your firm love, and then you can safely send a sleek and realistic you to society, marriage and reality.
77, leaning against the window to taste tea, taste the bitterness of the years, taste the incompleteness of life, and have a touch of sadness; Looking at the empty smoke, petals flying, I miss the night is still young, swallow a bitter memory, throw away the bustling and happy collection, sigh for the waning moon, sigh that I am not worried about impermanence, a curtain of dreams, my heart turns to dust, and the paper is full of acacia tears. Who can tell me more and who can solve it?
78. bloom's flowers have fallen on the other side, and the long yellow road has been dyed red. In front of Naihe Bridge, the bowl of forgetful and loveless Meng Po soup can not be sad, so that you can hide my face deeply and look forward to the afterlife, and then it will be lingering.
79. It's normal that flowers fall and the world of mortals gather and disperse in bloom. At that time, the light took away the past, but the memory clearly showed the beauty of the distant past. I collected the wandering past and immersed myself in the old spring flowers and autumn moon. The tender feelings in the hands were brought into the depths of memory and carved into beautiful inscriptions.
80. I brushed the dust off the guests, drank the ecstatic wine, spread the melancholy under jathyapple, and locked the fragrance in my fingers. A few degrees of prosperity, past lives can not know. A hundred years of wind and frost, the sound of heartbroken, but hidden in the wind flowers, flowing water gurgling. A dream, a dream, a thousand years, all tears, but not a lifetime, the date of the month, the dream of Iraqis.
8 1, withered dust, that is, rolling red dust, that touch of short and eternal love. The sadness of bloom's falling flowers shakes her thoughts like water, and whispers the delicacy of her heart like misty rain. Looking back at the frozen life, how can Qinhuai be in this 500-year wind, 500-year rain and 500-year vicissitudes? Can there be spring flowers and autumn moons?
82. Snow flowers, leaning against the West Building, whose world of mortals has passed, autumn is bleak, sighing for years? If you can enjoy the petals flying all over the sky this season and still have the tenderness of protecting flowers, will you stay for me? If, in this life, your wandering reincarnation is not the afterimage in memory, will there be a separation in this life?
83. Although I am still reluctant to part with you, I still have to live my own life after all. After a short silence, those inadvertently dialed phones hung up in panic and there was a busy' beep'. Those who love face too much, but ultimately did not say to retain, but also became a lump in their throat. Those smiling faces are always in the corner where no one is there, slowly taking off their disguise.
84. I occasionally think of him before. You just laughed and laughed at your naivety and naivety. You say it's not love, it's just love you weave for yourself. You like fishing for love, your own feelings, your own flesh and blood.
85. Suddenly, I froze. Maybe after this time, it's a lifelong mistake. One turned and one let go, and the trajectory changed completely. A lifetime is a long, long time, holding your hand and accompanying your son for a lifetime, but once you turn around, you will be away for a year.
86. In my life, when I happened to pass by, I have fallen in love with your beauty. However, this meeting was too short, and my infatuation disappeared in your eyes. Delicate fingers have been dyed for a long time, but you are destined to be my eternal love. Your smile may just have accidentally scratched my mind. The blood of missing flows in my heart. For love, I wrote this bloody poem on the white paper of the years with my heart.
87. Don't rush by, don't wait for the years to wake up, but time has already passed. Years leave only shallow memories, shuttling through the gaps in time, pursuing the past like the wind. But those expressionless arrival stories shattered the autumn soul wandering outside the window, swaying the wind chimes sleeping in the dust, chanting a desolate song alone, teasing the hair and confusing the fleeting time.
88. Everyone has hidden pain. It's in a corner of your heart. You can't get out by yourself, and no one else can get in. Many people try to express, but they can't understand. Everyone has nowhere to talk, and everyone is born lonely.
89. The faint crows set the sun and the stars turned to the city. Looking back at the sky, I didn't see the road when I came. I saw lonely lights shining on tourists, and the lonely river was raining like tears. Who is the most bitter in spring? Cold smoke warms the incense quilt, the sound of geese is getting thinner and thinner, and there is no trace of Liang Yan. Cuckoo cries for blood and sings in the twilight of Nagato.
90. Tonight, I feel a wisp of snow dance thoughts, boil a pot of pain, and my fingers condense on the plain notes, turning ink into frost. The wind rolls up the porch window, the moon cage is cold and sand, and a curtain of flowers is cut out, which is full of prosperity. Plain colors are like brocade, water and moon reflect flowers, and dust is like a dream. In March when peach blossoms are in full bloom, you are charming. And I, with icy indifference, forgot at the end of the year.
9 1, the beauty is beautiful, and the dust is like a dream. I told the sky to open its eyes. How can the wind blade destroy beautiful flowers? If love is a lotus, I think the most beautiful love must be a bitter lotus nut; That kind of pain has been seeping into the bone marrow, sinking into the bottom of my heart, and then gave birth to that beautiful blue lotus flower. The affection cherished in my heart is not willing to share with others until it condenses into crystal clear eternal amber.
92. It's the wind, the rain and the night when I leave you this time. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. Go left or right. If it is destined to be short-lived, you and I just pass by on the way, and drifting away is not the distance of space, but the isolation outside the heart, which can only be a blessing, except for missing.
93, a column of ancient rhyme, a sigh! In the fleeting time, it has fallen, such as the flowing words and the amorous feelings of the previous life. The painted Millennium dream and bleak melody are also sung in the yellowed paper roll. Season after season, the light and intoxicating rouge is waiting to be released, and the graceful Qian Qian wakes up, all of which are just eternal and beautiful pity and pity!
94. When the dust settles and the lead is washed away, who will take care of her hands and pour out the world? Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and thrilling. Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness. Long song in tears, for those unfulfilled promises, for the deepest love in life. Eventually dissipated into clouds?
95. Once you told him that milk and oranges can't be eaten together. Drink milk when it is too spicy to relieve the spicy taste. If you don't eat breakfast after getting up early, be sure to drink a large glass of water to dilute your stomach acid. Later, he got up early and poured water for people around him. She's so hot that she sends a glass of milk by express. When she was drinking milk, she snatched the orange from her other hand. She asked him, how do you know so much? He said he didn't know, as if a friend had told me.
96. I suddenly miss my childhood life. At that time, there was basically no need to play QQ. I want to invite a friend out to play, so I go directly to his house to find him. Although I don't have much, I don't feel anything missing. Ten years ago, I never thought I would worry about my studies, work, interpersonal relationships and so on. It's different now. It is not enough to have too much. Happiness is not as simple as it used to be. There are only endless things and messy plans.
97. I know you exist because he cares about you. When I miss him, you search his Weibo. This lazy person hasn't updated for a long time. Brush your Weibo again to relieve the dull pain in your heart. In fact, Weibo is really a good thing. In this vast sea, he will never know.
98. We will meet many people in our life, and he will appear sooner or later. Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifelong happiness; Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a heartbreak; It is absurd to meet the wrong person at the wrong time; Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh.
99. At that age, I was ignorant and naive. At that age, I laughed when I was happy, but I didn't necessarily cry when I was sad. I am not really strong enough to resist all kinds of poisons, but I am used to hiding my sadness. I don't want to have a warm shoulder to cry on, but I have to work hard on my own along the way. Accustomed to light clouds and light winds, I have seen the world and have had enough of human feelings. At that age called youth, I lived a painful and happy life.
100, looking back, the picture is blurred, but I deeply remember that in that era called youth, years took away many painful tears from me. I have told myself countless times that I can't stumble in tears for the past. I have been drunk and dreamed of death, but I will continue my unfinished journey after waking up.