Sad essay on breaking up with lovers Part I: Breaking up happily is used to loneliness and being hurt to pieces by one person. The lights on in a corner of this city have lost the tranquility and warmth of the past, and some roads and scenery we walked together are not the colorful sentences, feelings and humidity in our lives, so there are cool autumn and cold winter.
Cherish? That's a lie. Two hearts have been hurt and there is no possibility of recovery.
What about recovery? Heart, never back to the origin.
How about going back to the original point? Memories of life, snow will fly from time to time in summer, and those bitterness and past events will always be vivid. I will continue to tour in the four seasons of my life?
So don't go back to the original point, protect yourself as well as others.
The fate of life always plays the same joke with life between tangible and intangible. They shouldn't be together, but they always have to be separated for no reason. Is it the pain? Or because of the same injury?
Life is a book, and we are all reading it blindly and differently, so there are many broken chapters, many misinterpretations and many stories that should not have happened in life. In real life, there are indeed many people who have not read the book of life thoroughly from beginning to end, so there are some shortcomings, such as the emergence of emotional and emotional collision sparks, the combination of loneliness and material factors.
Looking at the pain around, understanding the pain of the same pain, looking at the tired swallow, heart, even if blood drops, few people dare to admit their cowardice. So I didn't say anything and didn't bother to say it.
Let yourself be happier from now on, and then be happier. Instead of letting the sad river be full of years and four seasons of life, it is better to let the pain of the past affect travel.
God, or that day, the city is still that city after all, and you are still a member of that city. There are too many colors in life to change, instead of staying alone in the loneliness of life.
Fortunately and unfortunately, in fact, they are all in one thought.
Buddha said, crossing a boat for a hundred years, sleeping on your pillow for a thousand years. He is not your sunshine, how can he give you the brilliance of life; He is not the light in your life, how can he give you fragrance, bright feelings and romance every night? Love is actually a simple greeting and a ever-burning lamp, endless quarrels and endless confrontations. There will be wounds in each other's hearts that are difficult to heal, and there will be confusion that blood can't stop.
Give your hand to happiness, leave your figure to Changfeng, and happiness is destined to wait for you on the road not far away.
People who are not in the same boat have no obligation and responsibility to blend together. Hard to mix together, that is the elegy of life, the epitaph of life.
Life is a five-color magic bottle. What kind of mood you inject will naturally produce what kind of happiness. Everything should know how to start and how to end. This is also the wisdom Zen machine of life.
Open the clouds, you can see colorful, like water yesterday. Only through sadness can you see the higher sky and green space. In fact, happiness is only a stone's throw away from you. In the world of mortals, some people are doomed to learn to forget some things, because some things in life are not what you should have. Take a step forward and the morning glow will fill the sky. Take a step back and broaden your horizons. Turning around and letting go is also the supreme philosophy of life.
The river of life roared and went away with noise. If in this dynamic process, you can't feel happiness and happiness at all, and you can't feel happiness and sweetness, it must be a regret in life. The beauty of life is not a person's actions, nor is it a person's efforts from beginning to end. It requires the joint efforts of two people to write a magnificent chapter of life until death do us part. After all, a person's efforts and efforts are a kind of inexplicable sadness. Holding hands with a person can't play the original rhythm and harmony of life; Holding hands with a person, you don't know the mutual care and warmth of happiness, and your road to love will eventually be difficult to stand the test of wind, rain and lightning.
Therefore, there is a person in life who is not destined to be yours. There is a seemingly complete and prosperous home, but it rains all the year round, and the two souls wander separately. Then why not open the locked doors and windows, let each other's hearts fly, find the clear space that belongs to their own hearts, let hand in hand become a thing of the past, and let pain become a memory.
Moved by the past, moved by the dependence in life, we stretched out a hand that is no longer strange and no longer hurt, and said goodbye to each other. May your world be smooth sailing in this life, and may his world flourish in this life.
Simply put, happy parting, lonely beauty is also a silent bloom.
You are not my spring.
I can't feel the warm spring flowers in my hands.
Time is a magical box.
There is too much melancholy in it.
You are not my season.
My busy four seasons
There is no waiting and warmth of the lamp.
Only hieroglyphic loneliness.
You are not my touch.
I was moved by the gossip, and I was buried.
Inside and outside the world of mortals, the journey of life
Poetry and flowers stand alone?
You are not everything to me.
My left hand can't hold my right hand.
Tears have accumulated in my eyes for years.
And you didn't notice it at all
You are not my moonlight.
I'm not moved by the trend.
No tears rise in the sun.
My eyes are fixed on the sadness of several seasons.
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Sad prose of breaking up with lover Part II: In the autumn of breaking up, the poet said: You can tell autumn by falling a leaf? Autumn is melancholy, desolate, cold and silent; In the eyes of farmers, autumn is the harvest season. Looking at the fruitful harvest, they always smile, because they feel that this season has brought them joy. Joyful; Full; Autumn in lovers' hearts is easy; Pleasant; Happy. In my memory, the feeling of autumn is changing; Refreshing and bitter. Every year's season leaves me a true picture, recording every unforgettable fleeting time.
The sky in early autumn is deep and proud, and there is always an expectation of looking up at the sky. Pieces of withered leaves were gently picked by the autumn wind, and turned into autumn messengers to send letters home, urging thousands of her in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. Be careful to catch cold in autumn? ; Become a butterfly in a fairy tale and dance in front of him, so similar to the figure in her dream, she always likes to dance for me.
Loneliness is a unique style in late autumn. The rustling autumn wind took away all the vitality and vigor, leaving only the bare trunk waiting, as if looking for the youth that once belonged to you. Elegance can't stand the ravages of time, only memory is vague. Waiting for the vicissitudes of life, just to find the lost beauty.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, only autumn rain is the most lingering. Even on rainy days, the wind never stops, watering the injured heart, the black and white that can't be covered by the night, and the endless colors washed out by the heavy rain, impacting the swaying trees outside the window and silently bearing all this. The midnight bell rings, dry eyes remain, rain curtain hangs outside the window, endless rain quietly merges into a stream, trying to change the pattern of the whole world, pale and powerless. Can't breathe still, it fills the whole world and drowns the sound of the world. Everything is so quiet and clear.
The original feeling can't be found back, the picture of memory keeps beating, and the familiar past is dribs and drabs, which are unclear and constantly managed. Those pleasures are always short-lived, and the lingering unhappiness in your heart cannot be buried. Cold water, you forget the taste, and the days in your eyes are dull. The season of first meeting hasn't gone far, but you can't remember it. It was calm and dusty.
In the light rain, hug and send you away; Go to a strange city. The Hongyan flies south to take away my vows, and the migratory birds looking for their homes bring you thoughts, words and feelings. Time baptizes the face of the years, life washes away dreams, reality is cruel, and countless fantasies are gone. The leaves did not fall, and the thoughts that were blown down by the wind were fragmented. Through the eyes of autumn, I hate that you will never come back.
The moon is high and there are few stars. The sky at night is bluer than during the day. At the railing, no one shines on the bright moon at sea. The heights are too cold, loneliness and melancholy erode me, and the air is cold at night. Do you sleep too? Waiting is a kind of destruction, emptiness and sadness, and you can't beat yourself.
Cold window for more than ten years, double height, double autumn. With reluctance and stubbornness, with sadness and tears, I walked with heavy steps to the unsatisfactory university, ending this autumn and reaching the next stop, which is still a bitter autumn.
Got the admission notice, left home for the first time and went to the city with you.
When I first arrived in this city, strangeness and depression found a home in me. Different environments, different feelings, different moods, curiosity about new things, and the pursuit of the dream moon never stop. Pick up the building you left behind, and your heart shuttles through the city, looking for it, just to find the footprints you have traveled.
Half a month of military training, most of the time spent buried in the rain. Although there are laughter, after that, what remains is more suffering, and I often wake up from my dreams crying. Time always slows down when people don't want to stay, no matter how eager they are, they should give in easily.
In the end, my heart gradually became sad. Open the phone book with you and find the phone number you left. Try to dial carefully, but it's not your voice on the other end. After searching your contact information, we finally agreed to meet.
Saturday is a day for people to rest, and it is also a day for family reunion and laughter. After the military training, I connected your phone again, and you had no time. Even if it's only for a short time, you have arranged it and the line was interrupted in disappointment. Sour choked my throat, and the vibrating mobile phone gave me another hope. You stubbornly left a sentence: then come here! ? And left hard:? If you don't come today, don't come again. ? The fragile heart is shaking strongly, and the response of the slouches is weak. I don't know if you can hear me.
Looking out the window, there is no sunshine and dark clouds cover the sky. Take the bus you said according to the address you gave me. While still hesitating, tears wet the window, and I didn't know whether to bring an umbrella until it rained. Cars are like life. As long as you start, people will go up and down, there will always be a few people with you, and no one will reach the finish line. Stop and go all the way, there will always be many crossroads, facing the choice, facing the choice.
The rain never stops, mixed with leaves, dotted with the sky, swaying and stamping the mud on the ground. Every bubble is an interpretation of the glitz of the world, wandering at the beginning and end. Standing at the intersection of Feijiaying, the heavy rain soaked my heart, and I didn't know which direction to go. Cars are flying home, there are few pedestrians, people are sheltering from the rain at home, and no one wants to enjoy the unique scenery in autumn.
Go straight ahead until the broken interface confirms that this is not where you are. Looking around, the autumn wind cooled my face and blew away the water drops on my forehead. The heavy rain washed away the tears, and the salty rain flowed down, holding back the inner tears. The lost lamb can't find his home, but he can't shout. He looked at the tree and shook his head, hating that he could only say no, but he didn't tell me the direction. Not everyone knows where you are. They told me all directions. In this real world, I can't tell the truth from the falsehood, but I have to move forward according to my own feelings.
When the sky was dry with tears, I went to your school gate, hesitated, got up quietly, and dared not accept your trial. Time always refuses to escape, so we have to face unexpected results. Get up the courage to tell you that I have arrived, and you have an umbrella in the rain. I don't know if this umbrella can cover the rain falling in your heart. Can this umbrella accommodate two people? Your face is still so quiet, your figure is still so moving, you are still you, I am still me, but we are not ourselves.
We met in that autumn, when you were so immature. You told me that you like the moon, so I gradually became interested in the moonlight every night, because it is your shadow. Every night when I can't see you, I am used to looking up at the sky. Put my coat on you, I never feel cold. At that time, we walked under the street lamp, and we could understand everything with our eyes looking forward to the future. The footsteps of that autumn went too fast, and there were few pictures in my memory. Although I don't remember every word I said to you, I clearly remember all the promises I made to you, but you didn't give me a chance to honor them.
When you broke free from my hand, all hopes for you were dashed, and I could never give you a warm hand again; When you said let's be friends, I was completely desperate; We already know that we can never go back. Tell yourself to break up happily, look at you quietly, listen to your evaluation of me silently, and accept your final judgment on me? Let's break up! It turns out that there is also a bolt from the blue in autumn, which is more deafening than in summer; It turns out that I don't belong to this world, and I can't find shelter here; Originally I was a fugitive in a fairy tale, waiting for Snow White in my heart, waiting for spring, waiting for the warmth of Chunjiang?
Who is more helpless than me for such a result? It is difficult to hold up half the sky with one hand. There is no wishful thinking in the emotional world, only society is too realistic. The dry spring leaves only human sorrow, and the feelings that cannot be sustained can only be diluted by time.
From that day on, with a map, I traveled all over the city and spread my footprints all over every corner, making my life full of a little fun and looking for the beauty left by this autumn; Enjoy the autumn colors and put all the beautiful photos in the photo album you sent me.
Sad essay on breaking up with lovers: I don't want to say that I am in a bad mood. I don't know how to tell you about a relationship I just lost. The elder brothers can't stand my decadent and melancholy appearance, so they use alcohol to pay homage to my sadness. The sparkling, clear and mellow beer now looks bitter and astringent, burning in the throat and difficult to swallow. After three drinks, everyone in front of me became overlapping shadows, and the noise in my ears became blurred.
Listening to sad love songs over and over again, the salty taste in the corner of my eyes stirred up and went upstream. There is a saying when I think of your space: without feeling, there will be no tears in my eyes. Just, the corner of your eye, full, belongs to who? What role am I playing? Maybe I can replace the temporary loneliness, but the silence of the past is destined to be abandoned after the noise? I can't tell, and I don't want to care about what is untrue and what is true. Your eyes are always so blurred that I am at a loss. You can only cover up your confusion with blind enthusiasm. I thought holding your hand and not refusing it meant that I was willing to walk with you in the future. Your hesitation is regarded as reserved by me. However, I don't understand that there is still an insurmountable gap between us. Maybe you will say: the truth is not what you think. Yes, what I can see is worse than I thought.
I had a hunch the day you said goodbye. I haven't heard from you all day, and I feel very confused. It's a little late to get off work at night. On the way home by taxi, your shadow has been hovering in my mind. After paying to get off the bus, at the moment of closing the door, my finger was caught for the first time inexplicably. At that time, I only felt my fingertips numb, my heart suddenly tightened, and I felt as if something was going to happen. I received your message when I got home. Look at the bruises on your fingers and smile sadly. Maybe this will be the only evidence that you have been to my world, and it will also be the last mark you left me?
In a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. I wanted to watch the full moon with you, but now, looking up at the sky, the complete first quarter moon is shrouded in a faint desolation. A person walks aimlessly in the street that once held your hand, and the street lights on the roadside are still as quiet as before, sprinkling yellow lights. But in those dim lights, I can't smell your breath anymore, and I can't find a soft and warm touch anyway.
Touch the phone repeatedly, except what is displayed on the screen? China Mobile? LOGO, it's just that time is beating. In the past, at this time, either we were on the phone or your message would keep flashing on my mobile phone screen like smiling eyes. I don't have your number in my mobile phone, because I have it in my heart. I subconsciously pressed the familiar number again and again, and cleared it again and again, but I never had the courage to press the dial key. I don't know if I'm afraid that no one will answer in the end, or if I don't know what to say to you after hearing the familiar voice.
It has been said before that because one person can fall in love with a city. Similarly, because of a person, you can be tired of a city. Some are one-sided and some are reasonable. Because this city is the background where we met, with you, the background is fresh, and because of you, this city makes me more attached. The road we walked together and the scenery we saw together are all part of our memories. There are you and me in my memory. When I appear in these scenes alone, I will subconsciously look for the shadow of the past. Wait for the intersection of traffic lights together, and even sit in the window seat of McDonald's together. However, without you, all this will lose its color and make me even more depressed.
Before writing this article, my heart was sad, but writing here became an expectation. I told you, in feelings, I am stupid and don't know how to express it. And you have occupied a very important position in my heart. For you, I am willing to pay, work hard and try many things that I have never tried before. When I encounter setbacks or slack, think about it. At least you can be the reason for me to keep working hard and stick to it. Having you here is an encouragement to me and strengthens my confidence.
The life in the future is long, I just want to have you to accompany me through it, regardless of winter and summer, not afraid of cold and heat. Watch the spring flowers and the autumn moon together, the seasons change, and feel the warmth and warmth together, and the full moon is lacking. Don't talk nonsense about the end of time, but ask for hand in hand to the end of time.
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