May you have enough happiness to make you feel sweet, enough attempts to make you strong, enough sadness to make you more human, enough hope to make you happy and enough wealth to buy me gifts.
I have a little secret in my heart. Do you want to know? Let the wind tell you quietly, I like you, I really like you … I finally found that there is rich love in this world, and I can't live up to it. So I want to say to you, I love you, please listen ... If one day I become a pile of loess, the grass growing on this loess will be green for you, and the yellow flowers will be fragrant for you; If one day, I turn into a clear spring, the fish fluttering in this clear spring will dance for you, and the tinkling spring will come to song for you.
Since then, I haven't missed you for almost a moment. Deep yearning always screams in my heart, and the sound is like crying, echoing in my heart. Especially at night, the moon is in the middle of the sky, bright in the air, like a poem and a dream. What kind of mood and feeling I felt at that time-maybe only this bright moon knows! Tonight, the bright moon is in the sky, the forest is swaying, the evening breeze is blowing gently, and the osmanthus is fragrant. Couples snuggled up and strolled on campus, and couples whispered on the lawn. Faced with this situation, I can't help feeling a lot. How I wish there were two people in that affectionate lover, one is you and the other is me.
There are so many people in the world. Why do I know you? Ah, since I met you, my life has turned a new chapter; I know so many people, so many people, why do I miss you? Ah, as long as I think of you, my heart falls into the sea of honey.
Once, there was a sincere love in front of me, and I didn't cherish it. When I lost it, I regretted it The most painful thing in the world is this. Cut your sword on my throat! Don't hesitate any longer! If God can give me another chance, I will say three words to that girl: I love you. If I have to add a time limit to this love, I hope it is … ten thousand years!
There is news in the breeze, and the autumn moon is boundless. Like a long day. Although I am not symmetrical and handsome, I have a broad mind and strong arms. Do you love me? My love for you is like a raging river, flowing endlessly, like the uncontrolled Yellow River flooding, like the sunset and the western hills, brilliant and brilliant! I miss you, I love you, and I can't live without you. I must catch you! You are my heart, you are my liver, you are three quarters of my heart. My love is like a dream, like a daydream. I thought I could hold the person I love, but when I woke up, I found that I was still me, still standing still. It's hard to love someone. Why can't I stop giving! It is very tiring to love someone. Why can't I refuse lovesickness! It's silly to love someone.
Why am I still stubborn! Love a person quickly. Why do I still have your shadow! From ancient times to the present, he is full of affection and resentment. I hope to meet a lover when this endless sadness continues. On the road of love, I met you more handsome than me. I am as handsome as the wind, but you are as handsome as the rain. When I get along with you smartly, I find that I fall in love with you smartly. But I'd rather my chic wind stopped smartly and let your chic rain fall on my chic body quietly, making me feel more chic-nothing else-please fall in love with me smartly-spring is the season of love, because everything is pregnant with vitality.
Summer is the season of love, because everything is full of passion. Autumn is the season of holding hands, because there are golden leaves everywhere. Winter is the season of hugging each other, because hugging each other can resist all cold winds. And I, spring, summer, autumn and winter are all the same! Spring, lonely waiting for flowers to bloom. In summer, I walk alone in the rainstorm. In autumn, a person walks in the fallen leaves and enjoys loneliness and desolation. In winter, it is an eternal and gorgeous world to watch lovers embrace and tremble alone in OICQ.
In this clear and vague world, I know you. You came gently, with deep eyes, you came to my side and stepped into my heart. Love to talk and laugh, you are always unforgettable. So, you became my partner in OICQ world. Every time I go online, I see your existence, which makes my heart beat. Every time, we always have endless topics. From study to life, from life to each other's emotional world.
You said we would be friends for life, and I laughed. I found myself falling in love with you. There will always be rainy days and sunny days in life, but it will always be sunny after rain. I am like an umbrella, I will be by your side whether it rains or sunny. If one day, when you think of someone who once loved you, it must be me. If one day no one loves you anymore, it must be that I am dead. East Lake water is green, and my love has just begun. You are my heart, I am your liver, and you are three quarters of my love. Woman, woman, I love you, just like Mickey Mouse loves rice, chews you, loves you, and eats you when he is done.
How many times have I wandered on the road you walked and thought of you? I had hoped that maybe you would give me a beautiful encounter. How many times have I whispered your name in my dream, thinking it was the most beautiful word I have ever seen? I was afraid to meet you then, but I didn't know I was a stranger. I will tell you that you are my heart, my liver and raisins in my heart. You are my intestine, you are my stomach, and you are the red rose in my heart. I widened the Great Wall for you, and I caught yellow sand for you, which is the proudhon in my heart.
Too infatuated with you, what a pity. I don't know how to put away my feelings. It's hard to get close to you. How can I give up my inner love and hate? I'm too sad to leave you. Time has made it impossible for me to hide my sadness and anger. Did I tell you that I was so sad and painful that I was disheartened? Love and dreams hurt me. People who leave memories are more sad.
When your smile lit up the sky like the rising sun, my heart opened two flowers, three flowers and four flowers. When you keep a straight face and dark clouds cover the sky, my tears fall on my feet a little, two, three and four. Oh, baby baby, I'm really, really tired. Your heart is changing all the time, and I will never get tired of it, but my feelings are by no means rash and casual. I will still follow the baby in the corner of the sky step by step. I said I would be your man, you said it was too dangerous to fall in love at first sight, staring at you and walking away slowly. My heart is two pieces, three pieces and four pieces. This is a beautiful sea! But no one has come to travel yet! I look forward to your arrival! Make waves in this calm sea!
I am like this; This is what I look like; When I want to laugh, I laugh; When I want to cry, I cry; You laugh at me and I laugh at your ignorance; You despise me, and I despise your hypocrisy even more; If you appreciate me, I will show you my heart; You love me, and I will give you my soul.
Night came quietly again, and endless loneliness enveloped me again. These lone stars are hanging in the dark night sky, and they look very dark in the bright moonlight, but they still stubbornly let go of their own light, but have you noticed me? I am like a star waiting for your soul to meet. Maybe I am not as dazzling as the sun or as bright as the moon, but I can bring a "star", a "star" that belongs to you and me.
I wish the day when I find you. I want to stay with you. So I beg you, let me do it. Don't take away my paradise. If you have to rely on someone, now and forever, let me do it. Every time we meet and love, I find a complete love. What would life be like without your sweet love? So never let me be lonely; Tell me you only love me, and you will always love me.
A different way of life, a questioning image design, a special value orientation, an anti-traditional way, a completely self-centered attitude towards life ... I have always been cool. Do you like it?
Come to this world, everything seems inexplicable! Inexplicable sadness, inexplicable pain. You can't control it! I have to let myself find inexplicable feelings in this inexplicable world! Inexplicably looking forward to you! "I'm afraid it is too late. I will hold you until I feel your wrinkles and traces of time, until I am sure that you are real, until I lose my strength. For you, I am willing to "... because I am transparent, I can see clearly, and I like you. "I'm afraid it's too late. I'll hold you until I feel your wrinkles and traces of time." The wind is blowing, and the new leaves of Indus are dancing slowly with the rhythm of the wind until the gray land is covered with green.
You asked me what color life is. What is black my insistence? What is my effort? What is my love? What is my tolerance? What is my decision? What is my love? When you keep saying you love me, I want to forget it Cover your ears. Who wants to be led by the nose by suspicion? When you kiss me gently, I want to forget it. Don't look back. Men's enemies are women or freedom. Don't explain a ridiculous mistake. Don't forgive my feelings for loving you. Nodding or shaking your head will lead to the result that I love you but dare not say it. I am afraid that I will die soon. I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid that no one will love you like me. I copied this poem in a magazine. It is so attractive, and every sentence is so romantic and simple.
Every time I think of a poem, I can't help thinking of you. Your beauty attracted me. Your smile is as sweet as the dew after the rain, but every time I confess to you, you are meditating. . . . . At that time, you were like a judge trying a prisoner, completely numb. I said, I know I will go crazy if I keep talking, and then my body will be dominated by the devil and I can't control myself anymore. Oh! Jesus Christ. ! Please help me. . . . . . . Help me. . . . . . . . Don't! ! I don't need your help, what I want is your affirmation of me. I'm not afraid that you refuse me, but that you don't trust me.
While you are talking to me, I have been suppressing the extinct volcano in my heart. This feeling is very uncomfortable. Do I really like you? I don't know. All I know is that I'm running away. . . . . . Run away . . . . . I don't want to know everything about you. What I want to know is do you like me? I can't help myself! ! Yes! ! I like you! ! ! I want to shout to the world: "I'm crazy! ! Yes, I'm crazy! ! "Hung up the phone, the knot in my heart was loosened, and it was all over. . . . . . . But I'm still awake because I know I really love you! !
Girl, what is a girl, who knows? Girls are pure, girls are cherished, and the world is a romantic space for boys and girls. Let's protect this beautiful paradise! Maybe Snow White can be awakened by the prince's kiss, but where can I find the modern version of Cinderella? Unfortunately, I lost my crystal shoes in my dream, which made the prince I knew lose the only important clue. It's sad to wake up and know it's a dream! Why do you always ask boys to say: I really like you. Please believe me, I will treat you well. Why do you say that? Can you promise me? Why do girls always say: I'm really embarrassed that we're not suitable? I don't like your butterfly edge in butterfly lovers, the white edge in The West Chamber, the stone edge in the Red Chamber, the fox edge in the studio of Liaozhai, the red leaf edge in Gu Kuang, the peach blossom edge in Cuihu, and the sword edge of Li Yi in Huo Xiaoyu. What about you and me? Emotion is a permanent topic, because there are too many injured people.
We can't stop talking about it, we can't forget it. Meeting someone who can love each other is an extravagant hope for us. Men say women are bad, women say men are bad. But for me, there are no good guys and bad guys, only love and not love. Only the injured. But I really don't blame anyone. The scale of feelings is only used to measure how much you have paid. No one can say for sure about feelings, just face it with a normal heart! Don't give up your desire for love, don't be disappointed in your feelings, really! Go for it! One day happiness will come, believe in yourself and your feelings! Be a fearless person.
I love you very much. Once so romantic. Once vows of eternal love, forever, rolling honey. . . . It hurts now. It hurts now. Now I can't sleep at night, drinking and smoking, and anesthetizing myself. . . .
Once and now, just like a movie, it is expected, stimulated, recalled and forgotten. . . . The depth of love is directly proportional to the depth of injury now. This is just a post of life, last spring, summer, autumn and winter. . . . . . . .
I love you very much. Once so romantic. Once vows of eternal love, forever, rolling honey. . . . It hurts now. It hurts now. Now I can't sleep at night, drinking and smoking, and anesthetizing myself. . . .
Once and now, just like a movie, it is expected, stimulated, recalled and forgotten. . . .
The depth of love is directly proportional to the depth of injury now. This is just a post of life, last spring, summer, autumn and winter. . . . . . . .
I was injured once, because only once did I see myself clearly. I know what I want and what I can give. I am waiting to use my heart, because this is all I have. Waiting for your future and mine, waiting for her. It is common for it to rain in Mao Mao at dusk, but I don't want to touch it because of myself in the rain. In the rain, the story I have been thinking about stays in the sky by the Mosuo River in the distance. At this time, a scene comes to mind: your long hair hangs down like a curtain, covering your beautiful face. You walk through the grass covered with raindrops, and there are talking flowers behind you, blooming one after another. I know you and those eyes that intoxicated me all summer.
Acacia is always because of a distant loneliness, and the distant people who miss it on rainy nights are resurrected with their past feelings. I always want some water-like words to merge into a river of love and flow to the sky where you are. I know that my love lies in the beauty of water, and the emotional trend is destined to make me look forward to it for a long time at the source. In your dream, you are downstream of the scenery, on the other side of the emotional river.
Maybe you can re-tie the past into a raft, soak in the rain and fog at this time after ending a lost look, cross the rubicon, and break into your lonely world at night.
Tonight's rain fork brought me back to the past and brought me closer to the departing raindrops. I know there is still your distant concern on the other side of the river at this time. I think there should be a full moon after the rain. Today, you and I are gone, and yesterday's storm remains the same-I waved goodbye to the tenderness of the past, but I couldn't release the pain of being abandoned-maybe it was destined to end and start at the same time-but I persuaded my friends to forget her and try to find another one. Love again, maybe happiness will come together-but who will be willing to heal for accepting a purple rose?
Tender love is slow lovesickness. When love is around, I know I am a romantic. I can see a leaf falling from the old locust tree, and I can see the cloud turning into a white gauze skirt. I can confidently say the stop sign in front of the door, and I can also conclude that the moss around me is decreasing. But what can I say about love? Can I tell its direction, color and temperature? Can I tell its posture, preference and smell? Do I know when it will arrive? Do I know the direction it leaves? I have a bookshelf full of books, and I have been replenishing them.
These books tell me about people's lives many years ago and tell me what is more valuable than what. These books have experienced vicissitudes, and the authors seem to have experienced love. These books, like love, make people want to listen. As for love, I can understand why I always feel lonely and afraid when night comes. That feeling makes me very uncomfortable. I always feel depressed and can't even breathe. I can only let my body wander in the street like a ghost in the dark, and let my soul wander on the internet, looking for my so-called liberation and venting my dissatisfaction.
Live so negatively every day, live like a walking corpse in this world I hate. I really can't figure out why our generation has encountered so much trouble. I think it's because our times have given us too much comfort and let us have too much time to make trouble for ourselves. I have always envied my parents and their generation. Although they have suffered a lot in life, their emotional world is so simple. There is no earth-shattering oath, but there is an enviable plain and happy life.
I am a ferryman in the world of mortals. On the other side, there was smoke, but someone was looking for me on the other side. Three thousand people are bustling, but someone is waiting for me. The ferryman has already left, and he can't go home alone. Tonight, the moonlight is particularly charming and hazy. I can't help asking: Is obscurity the most beautiful? Some people say: distance is a kind of beauty! However, distance is also a kind of pain, so we can only fall asleep with hugs and thoughts.
The moonlight is really beautiful tonight. Is the moonlight in Nanjing so charming? He's watching, too. Suddenly I feel that our eyes meet at the same time and in different regions, which is also happiness! Some people say: true feelings have never been intimidated by distance! From the day I fell in love with him, this sentence made me have a persistent belief in this feeling. Just like the intoxicating moonlight tonight, you can enjoy it thousands of miles away. This may be: "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away."
In the dead of night, leaning against the window alone, I thought loneliness was the easiest thing to feel in the dark. Loneliness, without him, is my deepest feeling I always thought that after so many years, I was used to loneliness and walking alone on this thorny road. Nobody understands, nobody cares. I am stubborn and unwilling to give in, but all I get is scars. Although I thought ... However, it was only self-deception.
If I could get used to loneliness, I would have been numb. Soon he came into my life. He said it was God's arrangement, and he would bring me happiness. I am timid and afraid of getting hurt again. I can't escape the truth! I held his hand tightly, and he said it would make me not lonely in my life. I smiled at him. Maybe, if possible.
I want to love only her, but she can only love me and not be with me. A person is really tired in the vast sea of people. I hope your existence can help me share, whether it's happiness or sadness, ok? When the weather is clear, you will feel that everything is full of love; I always feel blue when it rains. Do you feel this way? I sometimes feel very happy, and many friends care about me, but when I need love, friendship will be tied behind my back. In the days without love, I also need someone to love me, although I am a strong boy, because my bones now exude a lonely atmosphere, very thick, very thick. ......
It is not easy to find a good friend in a vast sea of people and a very commercialized society. It's even harder to find a bosom friend. Take off the veil of hypocrisy! May we become sincere friends.
Loving you is like a piece of paper flying among weeds, like a beautiful butterfly, eager to really touch your hair, fingers and lips. I once foolishly thought that two clouds in the sky met without even holding your hand, but you still walked into my heart. When two hot stars meet, they will collide. I hope to be with you forever and recall every word you said on the phone. The warm feeling looks so simple and familiar, so that's it. Leaving so cold, strong and hopeful, you won't say you love me because you promised me that you would let me go, but who knows that in your heart, love is like fire, love has flooded, is it you or me?