This dream sometimes lingers at night. I don't want to think about it, but it goes all the way. Poetry is too beautiful to stand the harm of reality. Whoever screams at the top of his lungs will lead a life of intoxication. This is just a miss, an eternal lie.
Time seems to make everything beautiful, and then gradually erase the beauty, leaving only the last pallor. The bitterness of wanting to cry without tears is a burst of heartache.
You once held my hand and made an eternal promise. And I know that this is just an oath when I am in love. After the storm, the color that once flashed in your eyes will disappear. No one will write the story of disappearing into the wind. Finally, you have sex with her.
There is only one song left in my story with you. Somewhere, let a depressed person sing. And when you hear it later, you will burst into tears, or you can't remember who I am?
Distance has long blocked happiness, and we are trapped in deep thoughts. Only miss the bitterness, only miss the sweetness, then direct and play a prosperous, and finally write and play a lonely. You and I are gorgeous in my mind and beautiful in my fantasy. But forever, it is just a misunderstanding. Whoever plays is realistic, and who can let go of a few degrees of sadness. Look at the time, suddenly you dress her, and suddenly you hold her in your arms. Who and who, what's the difference. The more serious he is, the more he will be hurt. Leaving has also become a game to see who forgets faster than who and who is ruder than who.
Faded out of the past, faded out of today's holes. I experienced a beautiful spring and a cold winter. Cross one season and welcome the next. No more waiting. Just because this world is the most hurtful place, I heard that you are always alone. If you really love each other, there is nothing wrong with it. However, this is just one person's infatuation and another person's ingratitude.
Originally it was worthless, but there was an inequality. Peach blossoms are in full bloom in Wan Li, just like when you came and went. Tell me a beautiful story, your smile is printed in my tears, radiant with charming brilliance. Unfortunately, beauty is often a disguise of lies. This is an eternal memory and an eternal lie. I remember the beginning, but I forgot the end.
Classic Flowers and Summer in Love Prose
When the first wooden pen withered, the first cicada began to sing, and early summer came into my heart.
The breeze blew and I set foot on a quiet path. Looking around, the most familiar feeling comes to mind. The past passed through my heart, and finally, it condensed into a warm current of flowers and summer.
Still in that grove, I still put my hand between my eyes, and a little afternoon sunshine sprinkled on my T-shirt through the gap between my fingertips. When I think of Lanting's sunny Wan Li, breezy Xu Lai and calm, I think it is also a wonderful enjoyment to walk alone.
There is no sadness in autumn, no smell of maple leaves, and no echo of phoenix tree and drizzle in the first warm and cold season. No forest, mountain, river, nine songs, intestines, peace, cool tea, people leaving, to commemorate how many friendships are lingering. When I am alone, I always think of various pictures, as if something is always locked between my brow and time passes.
The wheat waves in the fields are the most beautiful testimony of summer. The blue sky is accompanied by white clouds, which are its guardians. The freshest thing in the world is the fragrance in nature. Think of a friend who once said: Don't let your tears fall when you are sad. You can look up at the blue sky. ? If it is really normal, it seems to make sense.
Why do you fold flowers if you don't? Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches. A thing or a person is unfamiliar at first sight, familiar at second sight, and can never see strangeness again. This may be the weakness of human nature. I always fail in trivial choices. Then next time, I won't hesitate and use it as an excuse.
Teenagers have thousands of dreams, because we have flowers, souls and thoughts. Maybe you will feel sad after being left out by others, because we are always self-centered and ignore the exchange of positions. We are more mature than primary school students and junior high school students, and we are more naive than college students. In a word, is it? Is this too difficult? . So, we began to look forward to our future life and think about our fairy-tale dream plan. We began to like shopping, often went out to play with friends, and paid more and more attention to appearance in exchange for others' favor, because we wanted to show off.
There is too much sadness in the moonlight. We made too many friends, and we naively thought that there would be no extinction and no harm in this world until the sand of time told us what a bosom friend is and what a friend is. Some boys will value their brothers more; The brother was very depressed. He handed a tissue and gave him a generous shoulder. Even in the middle of the night 12, he will accompany him. When my brother is happy, he will also hold back his sad mood and fall in love with him. In his eyes, no one can bully his brothers and value them more than himself. Isn't it?
We are summer flowers, full of lavender fragrance, soaked in the bitterness of coffee, wandering in the golden wheat fields, immersed in our own world.
Except that? No matter how beautiful it is, it is only a moment. No matter how good it is, it is also a play. The idea, because, I am me, different colors of fireworks. Have you received the strength of early summer in the wind on the other side?
Classic attention in selected love prose, a kind of lonely beauty
On the way, carefully collect, beautiful, sad or scattered. Slowly, the bag of life is bulging with different emotions. Tired of walking, I stopped to comb silently. Some smiles overflowed my face and some tears flowed into my heart. My colleagues advised me to throw away some things, such as sadness and parting. As a result, the bag became lighter, but the memories were talked about. Sleepy eyes, warm a pot of chrysanthemums, and taste the elegant fragrance for a long time. I don't care about leaving, and I'm not sad about becoming a butterfly. There is only one expression left of me, shuttling through the crowd, trembling forward, afraid to wait and see. Yes, how can life be perfect?
Life, how many things can be recalled, will it be like spring hidden in the bottom of my heart, and will it reflect a little color in the warm season? How many things in life are true or false? I often doubt my way of thinking, but I persist without hesitation, expecting the sunshine to be brighter when I wake up in the morning.
Memories, sometimes make people very fragile, and sometimes make people sink. Memory is a very hurtful thing. But everyone is reluctant to give up, because when recalling the past, the mood is so full of sunshine. There are always some roads we have traveled and some pasts we have never forgotten. When a person looks at the moon and listens to birds singing outside the window, memories can make a messy mood get a moment's peace.
"Shu Hua's prose? There is a saying in Gaoli:? In the past 50 years, fame and position have been like chewing wax. ? Memories are profound and give people wisdom and enlightenment in the journey of life. Schumann in Chapter 24 of The Story of the Wild Goose:? I can't get rid of my memories, like a lifetime ago. ? In my memory, I feel that I am old and my life is short. Memories enrich people. Memories are not deliberately missed, but the past events that inadvertently broke into your ventricle. Memories can only show that you are a thoughtful person. When you recall some people or things, you can remember them and make your life more perfect.
In my opinion, memory is not a personal preference, and a person who is often nostalgic should be a person who likes fantasy. When I recall those trivial past events, I often wonder when I can go back to the past and the beginning. However, reality is more fantasy. Maybe I can get some comfort in my memory! Everyone is like that. This may be a rule. Only after experiencing something can we know ourselves and others better. Life is contradictory, some things don't want to remember, some things clearly want to forget, but when they want to forget, they are clearly put in their minds. Then, I became sentimental. And that kind of inner feeling, others can't understand. Memories, perhaps a kind of wealth enjoyed alone, mixed with smiles or tears, are entirely up to you.
When it comes to memories, it is often about family, friendship and love. Affection is a unique emotion in a person's bones, but there may not be much in the drawer of memories. When you miss the person you love, you may not think too much for a while after you leave, whether by phone or by car. Friendship is warm and pure. As I get older, I often think of my former friends. At that time, I opened the yellow photo album and let my memory go back to the past. Taste the rush of life, those will be precious wealth! Perhaps the most unforgettable thing is that beautiful love. Every word and sentence in articles and songs contains emotional seeds. There is sweetness, pain and sadness. On the road of love, those spoony lovers will remember the dribs and drabs that happened, a move, a smile and even a warm word, all of which make people feel shaken. Whether it is good or bad, I can't bear to give up. As someone said, memory is an invisible lock, which often puts nostalgic people in the prison of history.
Memories can't be pirated by anyone, they only belong to themselves. Years take away years. Remember it when you recall it, and it will become unforgettable when you remember it. There are many things worth remembering in life. Because memories mean that you haven't forgotten, whether it's sadness or joy, it's a scenery and a silent song on the road of life.
The green wind gently caressed the weeping willows on the shore and whispered. The spring is tinkling, singing a beautiful song all the way, flowing to an unknown distance, regardless of where the end point is. The wind has gone, leaving behind lingering memories. Weeping willows, quietly watching the direction of the wind leaving. Eyeful attachment, written on a haggard face. When the wind left, the heart was taken away without reservation. The gurgling spring water said that the wind would come back, so the willow tree took deeper root and kept the tall and straight posture of Jun Gao, perhaps to give it a big surprise.
The sun rises and sets, the cold comes and the summer goes. Liu is taller now, and her long arm almost touches the ground. In the silent waiting, the faint hanging has become a catalyst for its growth, and every time it is missed, it will grow by an inch. Although the roadside scenery attracted many people's envious eyes, Liu didn't care. He knows what he doesn't want, and the feelings that are deposited in his heart are only clear to him. So, I sealed those worries deep in my heart, waiting for the hand of the wind to open.
The hurried years have never stopped for anyone, but they still draw unforgettable rings as always. Life, because of caring, is particularly attractive and makes people cherish it more. Because of concern, the scenery in my heart is more magnificent; Because we care, we have the motivation to move forward. When I am upset, the past events contained in my memory, like petals flying, seem so familiar and mixed with sadness. When I am in trouble, my memories are like pure and strong wine, drunk by many troubles, and I have never had a moment of regret. When you are worried, even the air becomes moist, gently holding it in your hand and quietly listening to the sound of landing.
Now, when the wind doesn't stop as promised, Liu is still looking forward to the next meeting. Spring is still rushing forward, as if looking for Na Pianhai in my heart. Time has never taken away that ardent expectation, and there seems to be a faint warmth in my hands. Whenever I recall the past that belongs to two people, I will smile on my face. Put away those beautiful stories, light a heart lamp in your heart and wait and see. Overflow your heart, with a touch of sadness, as if you had a gentle look.
A ray of sunshine gives you a bright future, which is the best wish. When the flowers float, hold them in your arms with your long arms, expecting you to smell the surging fragrance when you pass by. When catkins fly smartly, when the splendid September comes, those falling down may be the seeds of missing, one by one, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth, listening attentively to the whistle blown by the wind.
The bright moon slowly drifted away, quietly moving thousands of miles away, with blessings, moving in your direction.