[ 1]
I try my best to be nice to you.
I try my best to be with you.
And ignore what you don't need.
I will trade the whole universe for a red bean.
I walked through the crowd to find you and hug you.
But forget that I am not what you want.
[2]
Love songs didn't tell you
I only sing courage, no courage or no result.
What is love?
Touch the universe
What is it that you can't be touched?
Love songs didn't tell you
I can't give up any more, otherwise I won't get it
[3]
It's like everyone has one or two stories about a small town.
I can't forget, and I don't want to forget.
After all, we are not heartless people.
After all, we have poured out our hearts for him or her.
[4]
How many oceans have I crossed, how many oceans have I crossed.
In order to have peace of mind.
To truly bless you and him.
How many sights do I want to see?
In order not to be moved by you.
So as not to shuttle between honeypot and jealousy.
[5]
They all said.
You're amazing.
I want to ask.
How can a coward fight for that thing called happiness?
Baidu didn't find it either.
[6]
There are some things that I would rather rot in my stomach all my life.
Because I don't like talking about giving to others.
That would make me feel that what I did.
Not love.
But persecution.
[7]
Although many people say they love you.
But I'm not like them.
But I can feel it in adore you, which is full of insignificance.
I choose the most common one.
The most silent kind.
[8]
The sky that has not been in love for a long time
Keep smiling.
I cried.
But I can't bury my guilt.
The kite ran aground on a cloudy day.
I think you are still waiting for help.
I pulled the line.
Relive your tenderness.
Time is a biennial flower.
I don't like to talk when I feel uncomfortable and in a bad mood. I'm tired of anyone talking to me. I just want to be alone. Whenever this time, I always keep my mouth shut and tell myself that I want to be happy. In fact, depression takes a long time, even if you still have a smile on your face. Some people say that women are in a bad mood for a few days every month. But I am not in that era now, and I am still in a bad mood.
When I first entered the sales department, I was secretly proud that my work was quite empty and I was not as busy as I thought. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Bored by the "national people", I just want to call names every day.
Sometimes after 8 o'clock in the morning, before people arrive at the office, someone calls my mobile phone. When people come to the office, the phone calls one after another, and the "people of the whole country" come to the door, as if I were the hotline. Sometimes I want this, sometimes I want that, and I keep asking for all kinds of documents and reports, but I have given them to countless people countless times, and some people still keep asking for them. I can't do the job at hand because of the constant telephone calls. But once I refuse to answer the phone, the boss can't find me. He said that you should transfer the call to your mobile phone.
Because you are in a bad mood, everything will be unhappy, and then you will be in a worse mood.
I often tell others that I love my job very much. I don't regard work as a job, it is a part of my life. But recently, because of my bad mood, I began to hate work and became more irritable and impatient. I believe this is a vicious circle. If I don't stop and adjust, I will be more and more exclusive to my work.
Go to B's company to look up the classics in the evening. In the subway, I saw the back and side face of a woman with yellow hair in front. That woman is tall, rude and has a manly outline. I gave full play to my gossip specialty, left my companions behind, and dawdled and ran up to find out. Disappointed at first sight. It turns out that I'm not a man and I'm not lucky enough.
Yesterday was my cousin's son's 100 dinner. There are several children. They are all very interesting. I think the more contact with children, the more loving and childlike people will become. My favorite children in Bai Weiling like me very much and want me to hug them, which gives me great comfort.
During the dinner, Jimmy and Sonny and I made an overseas video, and everyone said a few words to them. In the camera, seeing so many of us get together to eat delicious food, talking and laughing, makes Jimmy more homesick and miss life in Shanghai. Aunt said that she knew her son, and she knew that Jimmy was about to cry. In fact, we really missed him and advised him to go back to Shanghai for Christmas in front of the camera. Australia has small houses, cars, fresh fruits and delicious seafood, but they are not as good as Shanghai. Looking at him in the camera, I also feel very sad.
Missed, passed, lovelorn.
She saw him. Yes, she saw him in the street that day. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The bustling crowd froze in an instant, and her eyes were only on him.
He has a cigarette in his mouth, his hands are obliquely inserted in his trouser pockets, and his eyes are full of stubbornness. I haven't seen him lose weight in these years ... no! Is it? Don't! How can he be the man with a mature and determined face?
At that time, he and she were teenagers, fifteen or sixteen years old, with the same flowers! He sat next to her, and on his other side, there was another girl. As soon as class was over, he ran to the green fields. When the bell rings, he always sits beside him with the smell of grass and sweat. She likes the feeling that he seems to have come home. Although the two of them still kept the record of not saying a word at the same table for two weeks, she had a faint attachment to the feeling he made her feel. At that time, students were not allowed to go back to the dormitory during lunch break. In the classroom, she is doing her homework on the desk, while he is taking a nap with his arm under the pillow. She still remembers what he looked like at that time, and turned her face to her side, which embarrassed him; Turn your face to the other side, still embarrassed: both sides are girls! So he stretched his arms forward and put his chin on the table. It's really funny that long arms and long legs are still trying to lie on the table. She tidied up her desk, lay down for a nap and faced him.
She squinted at him, what refreshing hair, long curved eyelashes, straight nose and clean face. He suddenly turned around and caught her attention. He was surprised and then smiled. His clear eyes are like a clear spring. She turned away in fear, her ears flushed.
Later, I transferred with my parents without graduating. ...
She came to her senses and looked at him in front of her. The moment he saw her, his face was surprised and his eyes were full of regret and disappointment. But he immediately turned around and stood out. At the moment of brushing his teeth, the broken hair in front of him stung his eyes.
She never looked back, just like when he transferred to another school, he put the pendant his mother gave him into her hand to make her love-he loved her. Then he kissed her cheek and flew behind her. ...
Wait for what, miss, pass by, fall in love. ...
lonely
Loneliness is a state, and loneliness is a state of mind. When we hold cigarettes in our fingers, we keep falling in love with our lips, not because we are addicted to nicotine, but because we can't forget the pain of missing. Some people say that love is a kind of happiness, even if it is not available, it is also a kind of happiness. I beg to differ. In fact, love is a burden. Because of love, you may have to bear some troubles, some worries, some misses, and it is difficult to breathe in your heart, so love is an unprecedented experience.
I can quit smoking, but I can't stop thinking. On the dripping windowsill, under the starry sky, a cup of coffee, a cigarette, a feeling, do you still remember those stings mentioned before, as if they were trivial concerns? When you are away, my thoughts always float out of the window. Unconsciously, I was opening my heart, and a cool breeze came slowly. This is an unusual cold current in the subtropical region.
Loneliness is not a rainbow, it has no color; Loneliness is not a dessert, so it doesn't need flavor. Loneliness is just a song without words; This is a quiet river ... loneliness can infect colorful life with the youth of time, banish you to the lonely desert at any time, and let you experience what desire is countless times.
Loneliness is a half-closed window. No one came here to touch the heartstrings, nor did they intend to appreciate the fragrance of the orchid. I like the dark clouds in the white night, the love between the stars, and the cowherd and the weaver girl who can stay together day and night even if they are separated by light years, waiting for Tanabata. Loneliness is a blank sheet of paper. How strong love is, how many tears you have to draw on it. Because of love, even if I am lonely, I have no regrets. When we are sure that we can't find another release point of human nature, we always feel lonely and unbearable. Yes, there are no flowers and no people. Life is full of dust and customs and many thoughts and desires. Because we are afraid of noise, we escape from the daytime. Because we are afraid of loneliness, we try our best to escape from the darkness, but what we lose is not loneliness, but the distance that we love each other but can't meet each other.
If there are flowers floating by, I will leave you the flower heart; If it is windy, I will leave you the leaves; If there is the tide of time, I will leave you joy. This is my message to you, and it is also my weak heart. Now I don't know who you are hanging out with in the mall under the blue sky, strolling leisurely on the green space, hiding from whom and waiting for whom. I have been wandering in the promised land where we were once attached for a long time. I think this is my past, because deep love is so unforgettable.
Loneliness itself is a kind of helplessness. In a quiet place, thousands of people just listen to beautiful music to cure resentful thoughts. They didn't speak, they didn't have a happy expression, they all left, still burning without a smile.
Sometimes I really want to try to forget, thinking that forgetting is a relief, but I shrink back timidly, fearing that everything I do can't forgive myself. I can't break this pattern. Is this a way of life?
I always thought that we loved each other deeply and would go on forever until things changed and the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. The story of love is not as wonderful as we thought, but we are still stubborn. On the road of love, there are countless loneliness, and we still believe in our fairy tales. It's easy to love someone, but it's hard to love for a lifetime. We wait in the dark, waiting for us to meet again.
Loneliness is the cautious independence of the mind, just like the iceberg snow lotus, lonely and arrogant. Loneliness likes to take root in lonely soil and grow up in frustrated wind and rain.
Loneliness is a tear, which glides across the smiling corners, falls into a dusty corner, and then disappears without a trace. Loneliness is glass after glass of beer, which can always anesthetize all desires and get drunk before dawn.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I searched all the people in a hurry, but I couldn't find your laughter. Are you disappearing from my sight? How do you know that I am still at the origin, waiting for you silently with two-thirds of my life? I know that the earth is round, and one day we will turn around together, and I will look up at the blue sky again. You fly away from me like an eagle. I'm a little disappointed, but I'm still waiting for you.
Loneliness is a quiet deep pool, and wandering memories will turn into floating duckweeds, dusty in the abyss of time, without desire, wordless and boring.
It was raining cats and dogs at night, and raindrops fell on my shoulders. I didn't run away. I want to use this pure rain to wash away my sins and prevent my poor fingertips from touching those dirty words. The rain awakened my confusion and let me know that my life is still there. The rain was so cold that I walked numbly into the street regardless of my whole body, hoping to see a familiar figure there. Finally disappointed. My heart is as cold as a fish in the Arctic, and I resist the biting cold with my only constant temperature.
Tea is still frying, loneliness is still spreading, and the route of missing is really too long. My eyes are already stiff, like a sculpture frozen in the flowing water of time, and I am stepping on the waves you have stepped on crazily. However, this endless beach is so desolate, there is no smell of lollipops, and there are no footprints left by you barefoot ... I miss your smile heartily under the withered old tree, but the four seasons have already passed, but I can't wrap my heart.
The sadness in the bright and beautiful
I am not an affectionate person, even a little cold and cheerless! But recently, my friend said: I finally found out that you are just an ordinary person with secular desires, but the sadness in your bright and beautiful life is hidden under your too determined appearance!
Is that so? In this world, will there be such a cheerful and slightly sad me? I don't know!
I hope I can live in the narrow space I set myself forever until I die.
I hope I can be carefree in the blue sky and white clouds until I sleep.
I wish I could be like a blank sheet of paper, with no impurities in my life.
The reason why there are such extravagant hopes is because I understand that these are just extravagant hopes, even distant dreams. And I will continue to live according to the existing trajectory, and I can't deviate!
In the past, my life was ordinary except ordinary, but now, my life is still ordinary. However, I can't go back to the past, either beautiful, happy or sad, which makes me miss it so much. I don't want to grow up, at least I don't want to live aimlessly like this. It seems that there is nothing to do but live.
Perhaps, I am really a sad person, and there is a real me under the cheerful appearance, but I don't want to admit it. Am I happy? I keep asking myself, I don't know.
My life is very monotonous, monotonous only white, so I live very monotonous, without glory and twists and turns. I once yearned for Tao Yuanming's pastoral life, working at sunrise and returning at sunset, but there was no pure land of my own, let alone a comfortable life; I also yearn for the shepherd's life, under the blue sky, on the grass, driving the sheep, leaving a long footprint on the earth; I even aspire to be a homeless wanderer, wandering from one place to another, but never stopping, just an ordinary passer-by, just passing by, and then continuing to wander.
All my unfulfilled hopes and dreams are still in my heart. My sadness is in my sunshine, my past.
Tides rise and fall, clouds roll and clouds are smooth, and I am still old with my wife. It has been with me for countless years, telling me the colorful beauty, the lonely pain and the bright sadness. We are together, ordinary living, monotonous life.
I still hope that I can live in my own narrow space forever until I die, but my narrow space is getting bigger and bigger.
I still hope I can be carefree in the blue sky and white clouds until I sleep, but I feel a little uneasy in my sleep.
I still hope I can be like a blank sheet of paper, without any impurities in my life, but I forget that the traces left by those brushes can't be erased from the blank sheet of paper!
It can be seen that I still hope, but I am used to the sadness in the bright and beautiful!
It hurts to miss you.
Honey, I just missed you in tears, but I feel much better after receiving your call. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It snowed again in Harbin, and it rained heavily. It didn't snow all winter last year, but it came back in spring. It seems that this year should be a good year!
I'm so glad to see the snow again! I said I like snowy days. I think you are the wind and I am the snow. The wind often chases the snow. You said to pursue, to love for a lifetime, to love forever! But there is often no wind in winter here, and snow can only float alone in the fields. You got it?
I wonder if you can eat and live outside alone. Every time I call, I will say, how am I? Nothing is lacking, nothing is lacking. However, you are so far away from me that I can't see you, so I can't feel whether you are well or not. Do you expect me to believe you? How good is your so-called good energy without normal sleep and normal work and rest?
But you often tell me that going to bed early at night is not good for women. I will also tell you that I will go to bed early. But when did you go to bed early? Every time I make a phone call, there is a noise over there, and I feel a lot of people. It's often you who answer my phone here, and you have to deal with work there, so I can only wait quietly, and I'll talk to you when you're done. That's when I realized that it's so hard to talk to you! How many times have I thought, you don't belong to me, you only belong to your job. However, I feel wronged again. What kind of man is an idle man? Just like you said, I can't stay with my wife every day and see you in the northwest.
Dear, I miss you very much! Especially today, a small colleague of the unit quarreled with his lover for some reason, didn't have lunch, and his lover called, and his tone was quite bad. I didn't persuade him anything, but I kept persuading him to go to lunch. I can't lose my health. However, people are losing their temper, how can they listen? So I didn't say anything more, thinking that young people would be fine if they got angry and went home at night. There should be nothing!
Now that I think about it, I envy them. At least I can lose my temper and be stubborn with someone, but what about me? Want to call you, but also when you are not busy, let alone lose your temper, how dare I think! Everything has to be supported by one person. If you want to say more, it depends on the time. Sometimes, I wonder why you are so busy.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I miss you often and feel sorry for you. One tree and one grass is the root cause of my fall, just because you are not around. When you are not around, even the sky is gloomy, and I can't even find a reason to be happy.
Suddenly one day, you said, come back quickly! I am as happy as a child. Although there are still a few months to wait, I feel that my heart has landed!
In fact, there are many ways for people to choose life, which can be dull or brilliant, depending on how you look at it. Dear, if I can make a choice again, I choose a plain life, even if I am poor, I want you to accompany me for a lifetime.
Because the world is so big, it is not easy to meet a lover; The world is so small, the heart is tired, but people are far away. It's hard to miss you, and it hurts to miss you.