Acquaintance is so beautiful, like a peony waiting to bloom, calm and carefree, friendship sublimates like a bud, painting a beautiful picture. At this moment, an indelible mark has been engraved in my heart. After a moonlit night, this feeling was released, which blurred the vision of confused eyes, made the aftertaste look for every sweet detail, and filled the lonely heart with thin notes and familiar pictures.
No emotion can escape the torment of missing, and the carelessness of getting along is in sharp contrast with the attachment of parting. Therefore, the parents' expectant eyes under the banyan tree in front of the village are unwilling to take back with the sunset; The difficulty of leaving the station solidified with the disappearing train; The pace of progress is hesitant because of the expectant eyes; The melancholy of the moonlit night fluctuates with the ebb and flow of the tide; The joy and happiness of reunion make tears flow freely.
Missing always releases the true feelings of the heart without reservation, so that the power of disguise gradually fades away in a person's corner. And blessings come quietly with the end of missing, and all the good wishes in the world point to you because of the generation and sublimation of this feeling. Perhaps, this feeling will bear sweet fruit, perhaps, this feeling is just a flash of meteor. However, no matter how the world changes and people's feelings change, memories will only become clearer with age. Let the friendship that once warmed you, accompanied by eternal memories, leave a mark on your life track, bright or dark, sweet or bitter, sad or happy, let your thoughts convey the indelible feelings and realize the vicissitudes of life.
Missing some people, you know you can't, but you still love, some love, you know you are weak, but you still insist, some insist, you know you are doomed to failure, but you still can't let go.
How many people, always after the end of a relationship, know that they have never loved each other, and finally get along, but they are hurt. Once sweet vows of eternal love, let the pain become eternal in an instant. How many people, for a moment of loneliness, chose the wrong person, and because of this wrong person, they were hurt all their lives. I want to ask, why do people who are hurt by wrong choices choose to be together when they know they can't be together? If you have good memories of your life, then why do you sigh alone after a relationship ends?
We always pursue so-called love when we are young and frivolous. We know that our love may not have a good result at all, but we still choose to be together, perhaps for a moment of pleasure, perhaps because of each other's loneliness and loneliness. Even when we are in love, that love is vigorous, thorough and just right for us.
Now when they are not suitable for each other, all the good memories are gone, leaving only the complaints between them. When love comes to an end, let's be friends! Turn two hearts, which were originally thought to be mutually exclusive, in an instant, knowing that they will eventually become friends. Why should we romantic an unforgettable love? Are we deceiving ourselves or are we tired of each other?
Love with results may not be perfect, but love without results is bound to be sad. Love is actually a ship soaring in the vast sea, and the future may be unpredictable. However, as long as we set a good course and manage the rudder in our hands, no matter how many storms we encounter on the way, we can always sail into the palace we want. But if we just fly blindly, no matter where we are bound tomorrow, all we get is capsizing after the storm. In fact, if you can't steer, why risk your life to fight the wind and waves? If it is for fun, several people have thought that after fun, they must meet both sides.
Emotion is a gambling game. If you are not smart enough, don't get involved. Otherwise, you will lose all your money sooner or later, and it is not until the end that you know that those beautiful Hu cards, even if you win more, are only a flash in the pan, and what you get in the end is only a futile sigh. But time flies, and I have regretted it. I knew from the beginning that I couldn't do it. Why didn't I wait until I was broke to understand that I shouldn't have fallen into the gambling game of love at all?
Many times, we choose to be together, maybe we really want a perfect ending, but when we are really together, we find that we can't give up each other, but it's hard to give up. We choose to give up, but we can't forget it for a long time. We thought that giving up a relationship was a temporary tear, not a continuation of pain, but when you really gave up, we found that the original happy heart broke into the sad territory.
If you choose to love each other, don't fantasize about being apart. If you want to leave, don't choose to be together, because meeting without results will hurt not only others, but also yourself. People who really love each other will not choose to leave. No matter how tempted the outside world is, they will stay together until death does us part, and they will feel extremely lonely because of each other's turn. People who are together because of loneliness, even if they choose to be together, are doomed to have no ending. They met only to fill the emptiness inside. When they are no longer lonely, getting along with each other will become their graveyard.
If you know you can't, don't choose to be together. Love is not separation, nor is it a gathering without results. What it needs is that two people together can work hard for the same goal. If you choose to be together, you should enjoy each other when you are happy and support each other in painful days.
If you love someone who loves you deeply, go on with him forever. You may only love him a little, and maybe for him, you are his whole blue sky. It takes a process to fall in love with someone, but it takes a lifetime to love someone. If you are not sure whether you can grow old together, don't blindly enjoy this process, because the original intention without results will never bring that sincere love.
Because I can, I choose to be together; Because we are together, we know that we can't do each other. If there is no ending, we have to give up, because getting along will only be a continuation of pain.
If you know you can't, then don't be together. Even if we get along well in the end, there is no happy ending. Instead of crying to face each other's parting, it is better to smile and say "sorry, we are doomed" to each other before a fruitless relationship begins.
Missing Essay 3 The last time I saw you was when our list of liberal arts subjects came out. You were selected by a good class because of your good grades, but I stayed in the original class. I should be happy for you when I see the list, but my heart hurts. I came to the classroom to hide my loss, and as usual, I didn't say anything to you.
For the last time, always leave some memories. The personality of the head teacher changed seats so that we just sat side by side in the last one, but you and I were still separated by one person. After making up lessons, after class, we are all doing English homework-copying words. I'm talking to my deskmate, faster than anyone else. I didn't know that you and your deskmate also joined our array. In the end, I thought I copied the fastest, but you told me that you copied well.
I asked to see this book, and you gave it to me, and I read it. Finally, I must have missed the copy. You smile and don't talk. Look at me. Avoiding your eyes, I continued to copy, but the deer was jumping around. After class at noon, you walked through my aisle and threw a small note at my desk. My mind quickly turned to the meaning of this note, but my deskmate quickly picked it up and threw it into the garbage bag. He said, don't throw rubbish yourself, throw it everywhere. In this way, the beautiful fantasy was killed, and then I thought, maybe I thought too much, but it was just rubbish.
I added your QQ when I went home on holiday, and I haven't contacted you much since. Once, I accidentally saw your Weibo, which wrote, "He blocked your view of me when I was only one meter away from you. I sat on the ground ... I seemed to see our ending. " Looking at this sentence, I can't help sitting in the right place. Is "you" in the sentence me? Shake your head and tell yourself you shouldn't. Keep reading. "I didn't know how difficult it was to press that button until I really did it. I pressed it with tears in my eyes."
I know that we won't have any intersection, and all our hopes will be dashed ... "This means that one of us is on the fifth floor and the other is on the third floor, and there is no intersection between different teachers and different classes. Just like two parallel lines, they will never intersect. Look at your Weibo, constantly updated that day, until the "study hard and make progress every day" Weibo finally came to an end. After reading it, I sat there and sighed, feeling a little tangled inside.
Now that you are still lying on my list, we seem to have a tacit understanding, and no one has looked for each other. And every time I just cross out the list, open your dialog box, then close it, and then minimize QQ. I don't know what to say. I know you like football. Look at the dynamics of your space, no comments, no likes, just browsing. Because I don't know if you know it's me.
Now we go to college in the same city, but we haven't met once, so we're fine. We don't know what to say when we meet. Maybe we have passed by, but this is only my imagination. Maybe we really didn't have it once. What is the probability of meeting in such a big city?
For me, it is good to keep you in my heart, remember the feelings in my heart, live well and remain unchanged. ...
I don't want to know about my essay 4. That smell ... is like an abyss, a little boring. However, unreasonable, unconsciously, brewing trouble. During the tea break, the beauty accidentally bumped into her, apologizing, saying goodbye, thinking, emerging, sleepless.
It seems purer than beauty and better than true love.
It was a silent meeting, as confused and blind as last time. To tell the truth, they are not on the same side, so there is no need to have goals and interfere. Speak profoundly; I deeply miss and admire that man.
Occasional secret love is only a staged bank explosion, and there will be no panacea. Turn around and look at the beautiful shadow that is fading away. Faint, my heart hurts. Although they are not Bole, they are bosom friends, one by one, slowly making public.
If romance still exists, I'm afraid it's the bones of the ends of the earth.
Now, alone;
Actually, it's nice to be alone.
Walking alone in the jungle, listening to birds singing in the air. Small quiet face zero, lovers wind.
Now I'm in a mood disorder, and my white hair remains the same. The same scenery, but no afterlife. That man, if he is still here, is there any chance to see him? Has been silent, no gift.
Life belongs to only one person, Yang.
Missing Essay 5 In the words of love, we always use long chapters to plan, imagine and be beautiful, but always say goodbye in the most hasty language. This is love, love scattered in the sea of people, but love in the sunny season in April remains the same after many years. What kind of mood should we bid farewell to those throbbing and rushing?
The first time I met him was in late autumn, when naughty sunshine hit my face. At that time, I was so young, different from twenty years old, like the sunrise in that autumn. He and I walked in tandem on the road of the classroom full of fallen leaves on campus. At that time, I thought that if that time came to an abrupt end, it would be the happiest.
Are you as eager for love as all girls who fall in love? At that time, I always fantasized that one day I would stand in such a romantic and lonely season, holding his hand, taking a road unknown to us, getting lost on the path and expressing my love to each other on the road. Even though I know how hard it is to get close to my heart and how many hardships I have to go through, Qian Shan has thousands of choices and thousands of times to look back. People who love each other are miracles in themselves. The closeness of two poetic hearts is my greatest expectation in this life, but it is also difficult to touch. When I knew that someone had left, the deepest tremor in my life made me realize how happy, painful and slightly sad it was to love someone deeply. When I knew it, it was when I lost it.
So I always watch shattered glass frequently, I always want him to see my best side, and I always try to get to know him and let him know me.
He and I are like destiny takes a hand's fate, but we can't bear to part, and we can't leave the hope of lovesickness. My feelings are doomed to be stranded in the barren land, and he and I are doomed to forget each other. Before I didn't have the courage to tell him my love, all my feelings ran aground on me, and his beauty in my memory covered up all his shortcomings. Love always requires a person to be infatuated blindly and sink into his own world, and his own world has no exit.
So I graduated, so I separated. Sometimes young love needs a "goodbye". Goodbye can continue, goodbye to the next road.
Gu Xiaobai's Men's Gang likes women in Gu Xiaobai. There is always a woman in your world who seems to know you well. She always wants you to meet inexplicably, and someone always appears in front of you and says she is happy. It's just that Gu Xiaobai doesn't know that women are like this, because she likes to appear in front of him and wants him to know that he is actually very happy. Whether he cares or not, she just wants to tell him that she is not showing off, being sarcastic or superficial, but simply falling in love with him.
Seeing such a woman, I suddenly remembered my first love, gentle and beautiful love, love that I can't forget but should forget.
We can't avoid a person's insomnia, a person's space, a picture of a person missing two people, a person's adventure, a person's seat, and a person's missing for a person. Contains the ups and downs of life. The clever boy stirred up ripples in the lake of love. Time goes by slowly, the ripples fade away, and the lake becomes calm as before, but it is no longer what it used to be.
I envy those boys and girls who appear in other people's diaries inexplicably, so easily they walk into a person's heart. People who belong to the age of ignorant love seem to be at this time. My mind is full of missing someone, staring at them, my heart pounding, mixed with dreams.
I fell in love with that boy and suddenly turned over the diary of that year. I like that boy.
When I dare to say this many years later, that boy is no longer with me, or has a family, or is no longer lonely, but when he meets the man who wants to be pleasing to the eye in adolescence and never wants to move his eyes, he will still be very nervous and don't know what to say. The more I grow up, the less I understand the attitude of love, whether it is clear or vague, whether it is duty-bound or cautious, whether it is love at first sight or long-term love. The older you get, the more vague your pursuit of love is, the more important your external material is, and the more vague your attitude towards love is. I'm also wondering if I should really look for the perfect love with a perfect attitude.
It's just that I've been looking forward to it myself. As the love song says, will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will smile and wave, and sit and chat with you.
I will still miss the faint love, meet in a strange street, and say that I once liked you so much, and your pleasing eyes touched me. Thank you for giving me the pleasure of adolescence. There is a kind of love, the wind is still clear. ...
Missing Essay 6 Suddenly absent-minded at work. Just a little eyebrow, let the long hair cover my trance eyes, and then my thoughts begin to be beautiful.
Just raise your eyebrows, and someone will understand. Just frown, but go to the heart, which may be called missing.
When I miss someone, I will be more focused than before. The pen I was writing in my hand suddenly fell down, my eyes were no longer free, and I smiled stupidly. This is just like the feeling of falling in love when I was a child, especially the first love. As if the world is very quiet, there is nothing but myself and the people I miss.
Actually, just think about it At least how many wasted hours in life can be filled and not wasted.
Miss someone deeply, there must be a distance, across Qian Shan or the ends of the earth. Otherwise, missing will not jump line by line like a poem, leaving a lot of gaps.
Many times, when a man misses a woman, he is absent-minded or anxiously waiting, and then frequently looks at his mobile phone; Women's yearning seems calm on the surface, like a blue lake, but in fact there are thousands of things burning at the bottom of the lake. However, outsiders can't see that the bottom of the lake has already surged. Like that's who I am.
It suddenly occurred to someone that he must have lived in his heart for a long time. It seems that he is dormant and refuses to show up for fear of being captured. What is hidden in your heart must be a treasure, a beloved one.
When I was a child, I made an appointment with him to visit Qinghai Lake, saying that even love should be carried out in a clean place. It's just that in my mind, I have missed many opportunities. This spring, when rape flowers were in full bloom, I couldn't help thinking of him.
When I miss him, the lake is as clean as the blue sky and white clouds and sheep. He shouted like a shepherd, waving a sheep whip in his hand, and I giggled. Laugh at his stupidity and piety.
Everyone is young and romantic, but can you make up for the missed flowering period? It doesn't matter anymore. Tomb-Sweeping Day holiday, I insist on a person to see rape. Golden flowers surrounded me and turned me into a yellow sea with golden eyes. I took butterflies and bees flying in the golden world, but there was no trace of him. The person I was waiting for didn't arrive, and the flowers began to bloom from peach blossom to rape blossom, one after another, but it was a person's full bloom.
Today, he is still in a distant place, living on a slope of dew fed by my words. Although he has a romantic heart, he just makes spring shine in his words.
However, as long as I face the blue sky and a spring rain every day, I will think of him. I think spring is full of enchanting, and my thoughts are green.
Someone asked me: how to conceive and what to write when writing? In fact, I never did anything deliberately, but walked along with the sound of typing, and suddenly thought of some fragmented words and sentences, and there was a sad chapter. Suddenly, I feel that I should be happy! At least there has always been an immortal spring in my mind, which will not fade.
When I forgot to go home in the word, Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemum waited outside the window lonely, Li Qingzhao's begonia withered in the rain, Xu Zhimo's Cambridge was frozen in the sunset ... Suddenly something stuck in my mind and refused to disperse. It seems that at the moment when I lowered my eyebrows, I inadvertently opened the reins of thinking and got in. I don't need to worry about whether Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace is deserted. She must be accompanied by osmanthus wine from WU GANG. I don't need to worry about how Aileen spent those lonely years. Someone has understood her in this life. I don't care if Zhao Yidi is just. She is over 500, and he still calls her "girl". There are beautiful women to remember, love to read and years to be green. Really beautiful!
When the plum blossom is in full bloom, he is writing a poem; When the apricot blossoms, he is still writing poems; He was still writing poetry when the peach blossoms were in bloom. It suddenly occurred to me that he lived in a spring in the Tang Dynasty, but he forgot that I was the Taoyuan girl who lent him water in my previous life. I don't know how to read the paragraphs he wrote on the manuscript paper. My spring hangs on the branches and is full of flowers.
No matter what kind of foreshadowing the past life was. I just miss, occasionally miss, suddenly miss.
Just like today, there are many people in the office, and everyone is talking and laughing. I got into it, but my heart drifted away. I suddenly remembered someone and wanted to know what he was doing at the moment.
It suddenly occurred to me that it was so simple. He has walked into his heart for 1000 years.
How time flies! It will be the first month in a blink of an eye, and it has been more than half a month since I came back from my hometown. I asked for leave one day in advance on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, because I never came back after my father's funeral in Shanghai last May 15, and my old mother was in poor health, which is also my concern.
Just entering the house, the old mother has already prepared a table of food to welcome her son who came back from a long way. Watching my mother go in and out, busy, I feel very gratified, but also very sad. Because my father is gone, this year is the first Spring Festival in my family without my father. Mother is very broad-minded and her mood has gradually adjusted, but she still can't adapt. At this time last year, although my father had been in bed for a long time, he could not get out of bed and take care of himself, but after all, he was still talking and laughing, and he was still a living person with his father!
I remember last year's Eve afternoon, I was driven home from the hospital by my old father. Let me put up couplets for him, visit grandparents' graves, and let me not come to the hospital on the second day of the New Year's Day. I should stay at home to receive the villagers' New Year greetings and let my two sisters take care of them in the hospital. Although he repeatedly asked to stay, the old father was very determined. I have to get back to the hospital early in the morning on New Year's Day. Now that I think about it, the old father wanted to find an excuse to let his son have a rest.
It's very simple to celebrate the New Year this year, because according to our local custom, old people should be filial for three years after death. You can't put up couplets, set off firecrackers, go to other people's homes to celebrate the New Year, and villagers won't visit their own homes to avoid being disturbed. For so many years, I didn't get up until dawn for the first time, unlike in previous years, I had to get up at three or four in the morning, then set off firecrackers and went out to pay a New Year call to my elders, so I wanted to finish the New Year before dawn. Although I can sleep late this year, I would rather get up early, because I hope my father is still alive, I hope my father is still alive!
After staying at home for more than ten days, I stayed at home with my old mother except going out to pay New Year greetings to several elders and relatives. After my father left, I felt more bitter about "children should be filial, not close". Spend more time with the old people while they are still alive, so as not to regret it, just like my beloved father.
The Spring Festival without a father is very deserted, but the spiritual loneliness is even worse. I hope time can slowly clear away the pain of the soul. I believe my father doesn't want us to be in pain all the time. He had been inspiring us before he left.
Fortunately, my mother lived up to expectations and my father gave her longevity and blessings. I sincerely wish my mother peace, longevity and happiness forever! I also wish my father happiness in heaven!
Missing Essay 8 Winter has come, can spring be far behind?
The feeling of winter is cold and lonely; There is no vitality, no vitality, and everything is faint. I also hope that everything, happy or unhappy, will flow like ice and snow melting into water … until the distant ocean.
early morning
Lazily and reluctantly, I squinted at the neon sunshine on the balcony, glittering with gold.
Saul Nacente
Start to light up a new day, and a new life will start again;
I woke up from my dream, came back from a distant country and ran from the other side of the world.
I just want you to know.
No matter how deep your talent is; No matter how dark your humor is; Whether your promise is true or not.
Am I too serious or too stupid? Am I being naive or overthinking? I'm not good enough or you want to run away. My seriousness was defeated by your black humor. I think there's something wrong with your head!
Even so, why should I tell you?
The first thing that comes to mind is you
night
I stared at the quiet starry sky.
The shadows of the trees are faint, the figure is crooked, and the moon shadow is hung on the treetops. The wind kept blowing, making them shake and dance. But it looks so stiff, cold and desert.
The cold wind is icy, blowing on the face and there are ice thorns everywhere. Punch mercilessly on every inch of your skin, deeply rooted in your heart and melted in your blood.
Your mind seems to have been hit, too Suddenly like a person walking in a quiet street; I like to watch the bustling night world brought by this city that never sleeps quietly at night; I like to go there alone, and I can only hear the sound of running water, the singing of birds and the humming of insects. Forget all the happiness and unhappiness, you can miss anyone and anything here. Quiet and lonely, only one person.
Enjoy dew baptism, sunshine bath and breeze blowing Buddha. Just when you want to enjoy and cherish. The cold wind hurts your heart like a sword, and he is reminding you that all this is too fake, all fake.
At this moment.
It's getting light.
The sky is quiet, too
The moon ran away and the stars played hide and seek.
all is quiet and still
Remember what you have or don't have; Cherish what you have or don't get; Cherish everything even if you don't have it.
Under the stars
Standing in the middle of the earth, leaving the last sentence:
The last thing I want is you.
Originally thought that missing would be sweet, happy and desperate; However, now I find that it is still a very ruthless mixture of bitterness, pain and loneliness.
I thought that as long as I smiled at all the unhappiness, all the pain and all the troubles, everything would disappear. But you suddenly realize how hypocritical and pretentious all this is. Under the disguise, you are scarred all over.
The heart is bleeding, the heart is crying and the heart is broken. The sound of pain rises again at noon, avoiding you again, pushing you to the cliff step by step ... It falls all over, smashing to pieces, leaving no bones left.
I just wanted to tell you this voice, but I didn't know that I was so badly hurt, so deep and so painful.
I just want to tell you this voice.
that's it
I didn't forget to tell you at the end that I really miss you!
Missing is a wonderful feeling, sweet and sour.
Recently, the mobile phone is broken, so it is difficult to surf the Internet. I bought a new mobile phone yesterday. Because the price is too cheap and the function of the mobile phone is poor, the mobile phone can't receive the signal where I live. From that moment on, I lost contact with my baby! I was very manic at first, because I couldn't get online on my mobile phone, and I was particularly worried about my baby, fearing that she would get angry. I don't know what it feels like. Just like the surging waves. I tried my best to restrain myself and calm myself down again!
Coffee, cup after cup ... I have known my baby for three years and have never been apart for so long! When we can get in touch is unknown. Those who embroider with cross-stitch want to calm down and not think about the baby. The more depressed you are, the more you think about it. I just want to embroider myself so that I won't think about it. ...
I really missed you at that moment, so much. It is a kind of pain that slowly erodes to the bottom of my heart, reminding me at all times! You exist in my heart, you have always existed in my life, even in that dream, gently calling your name. Maybe you are like a seed, planted in my heart, rooted and sprouted in the days of getting along, tangled in my heart and rooted in the depths of my soul. How can I miss you!
Some people say that missing is like a grain of sand in an hourglass, which accumulates with time, and my missing for you has already accumulated into a Sahara desert, waiting for you to appear like a long drought and rain, nourishing my thirsty soul! Just like latte, it's bitter and mellow, which makes people fondle it! Baby, loving you is my lifelong oath. With endless yearning and long waiting, if there is love as compensation in the end, then waiting for 10 thousand years is not too long, which is also loyalty and openness in missing!