The saddest love essay "I don't see you".
This is my sadness.
The good sun has lost its former glory.
Haze can't stop me from missing you.
My sadness is your absence.
Meeting each other is the beauty in my heart.
Yuan Ye is so vast.
My thoughts are boundless.
I miss you so much, only my intoxicated soul is floating in the wind of the world.
Can drunkenness be a song?
The feeling of collapse in my heart has faded.
My thoughts are almost intoxicated, and it is not the gloom that runs through the text, but my shy hesitation.
I can't see you.
This is my sadness.
I can't help talking to you in the invisible world, and the light of Linxi never dies.
be greedy of love
Illuminate the darkness of life
Send you a meaningful love, once again warm the past in your heart, fragrant surging, choppy, fluttering posture.
The saddest love prose II. Look at the road
Read a trace of affection
A beautiful agreement.
Slip instantly
cracked
This is a game of incomplete regret.
The wrong eye on the other side
I don't want to say it for nothing.
Just for this.
Look back in the rain
listen to music
Boil a pot of heart tea
Enjoy elegant wounds alone.
Stumbling troubles are flying at the fingertips.
Occipital sensation
At the bottom of the pen, I am disappointed with the Spring and Autumn Period.
The curtain of homesickness
Song Ci Locked in Henggu
Slow flow
Lonely past
No pedestrians
Unrecoverable rainwater
Like tears I can't wipe away.
Melancholy eyes
Smooth the sky on the white paper in your heart.
Only the affectionate rain is dense.
Through the night
Fall into my mind
So cold? cool
Sansheng, the saddest love prose, is always missed after parting.
Love always remembers to cherish after it is lost.
Time always sighs after the passage.
When you walk on a country road at night
Morning running occasionally breaks grass dew.
Those long-lost cool breeze.
It seems that your thin clothes have been quietly lifted.
Sparse cicadas chirped from time to time from the trees on the roadside.
This season sends a signal to people.
The heat has gradually disappeared.
Autumn embraces green eyes.
Although time has passed,
It still doesn't blur my memory.
How I used to be afraid of hot summer.
Look at the dry land.
I used to cry for the rain of love.
Because of the long drought and no rain
There are no traces of tears.
Even the vines wrapped around the trunk
Seems to have been out of breath.
The drooping leaves are sighing.
Whenever this time
How I wish.
Immediately cross the winter.
Infinitely affectionate unity of heaven and earth.
I am one with snowflakes.
Last year was an unexpected blow to life.
Makes me feel cold and depressed.
When I lay helpless in my hospital bed
Facing the falling snow outside the window
I suddenly remembered the regret of Daiyu's burial.
If I leave quietly
I want to be buried deep in the soil by snowflakes.
Then it became a bowl of nutrient soil.
The coming year nourishes the summer I don't like very much.
Now I got what I wanted, bathed in the affection of summer.
Those hot weather yesterday
again and again
Warm my frozen heart last year
At the same time, sow the seeds of hope again.
Vines that used to be dejected by the roadside
Now I don't sigh.
When I stopped to look around,
Leaves and leaves waved to me with the wind.
Due to the unusually wet rainy season
Let the vines of two loofah trees out of reach.
Finally lingering embrace together.
I like those fresh and moist fruits.
Always grateful
A grape my friend gave me-Golden Finger.
The training in those days surprised me.
Full and round golden fingers.
Actually made a string of hanging branches
Two pumpkin seeds planted in spring
Vines spread wildly, covering the ground.
Flowers bloom and fall, but they don't bear fruit.
After the neighbors pointed it out.
Breeding requires artificial pollination.
I'm kneading powder here
Go over there and mate the mother powder together
It won't take half a month
One-meter-long hanging melon.
Change from green to yellow.
After returning to work, I can't say anything.
My lost health is closely related to me.
Whenever I am free, I often take a walk by the country river.
I hear the love songs of Hualou from time to time.
A love song sung by two people
A lifelong commemoration of lovesickness
Those troubled friendships
How could I forget?
Although the network is virtual, you and I are out of reach.
But every time your fingers and keyboard are hit,
Which is not on the bridge of friendship?
Always savor this information.
it was so clear to me
At that moment, you reminded me again.
When I think of you,
You are close at hand.
I even smell your scent.
There are countless wonderful memories in life.
Although there will be disappointment.
Even the worst blow.
Destroyed the body but honed the will.
Believe that life will not die forever.
Maybe you were mercilessly abandoned here.
I'll pay you back twice there.
In late summer and early autumn, I was active in healthy people again.
I often think of you.
Although time soon entered winter.
Actually, it's nothing.
The big deal is another snow flying all over the sky
It will still be fragrant and green after that.
Today is a special day. I am where I am, and you are in the clouds. I will fly my thoughts and catch up with those flowing clouds. I hope that in the next reincarnation, we will stay together and have a happy Tanabata!
The saddest love prose, four emotions, Qian Qian's melancholy and plain life.
Brush the bright moon and feel a thousand knots.
The weak soul is fading away
Deep and shallow years have produced white flowers.
Like pearls, like water, like years.
Go on.
Feelings were smashed to pieces and scattered all over the floor.
There is sadness and heartache.
Smile happily, it's urgent.
The night is deeper and quieter.
The feeling of heart, the loneliness of dream
Who do you talk to like a stamen?
Years flow at your fingertips.
Do your own thing, dream your own dreams, and be your own circle.
Concentrate the concerns of a lifetime into a bosom friend.
Floating into the clouds
The solitary sail is far away.
A wry smile is natural. ...
The saddest love prose 5. You said that closing your eyes and crying, dancing with your thoughts, filled your lonely heart. Unforgettable love, engraved with eternal marks, thick acacia lingers in your heart and is unwilling to disperse. You said you missed me, and then you panicked.
In the world of mortals, you compose a love song for me, which is fragrant in the world of mortals. I use love as a pen, and books will last forever. Holding the romance of the years, gently twisting the time with my thoughts, holding a piece of moonlight, folding my thoughts, paving the way for you who first met and letting you walk in my world of mortals. You said you would accompany me every minute and watch over me every day.
All the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. I must have looked back 500 times in my last life for an encounter with you in this life. Counting those deep and shallow years, you are in my thoughts, I pray for Buddha, if there is an afterlife, you are in my reincarnation.
Across Qian Shan, face to face. You are in your city and I am in my city. And love is still there, and love is still in my heart. Deep in the world of mortals, cherish for you; It's late at night, I'll find you later; The situation changes and cares about you; Castle Peak is still waiting for you. You and I feather into bees and butterflies, and paper kites fly. You give me eternal warmth, and I will repay your love for three generations. In this life, I want to write a picture of Sauvignon Blanc, the beauty of the mountain top and the water with you as a picture of heaven and earth.
In the silhouette of time, mountains are surrounded by water and water is around mountains. You are a silent green mountain, and I am a green water. The years have passed silently, but your figure is still gentle in my corner. I put my concern on the breeze and clouds, so that blessings can bring you peace and harmony; I pin my thoughts on the bright moon and stars, and let the bluebird sing a beautiful full moon for you.
Hold the warm fragrance of the years, watch each other in the red dust, cut a period of time like water, bring a touch of acacia warmth, hold a wisp of acacia fragrance, drink with time and sleep with time. In the morning glow, we sat in the sun, bathed in warm sunshine and immersed in the rhyme and fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry; In the sunset, you and I, with the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, played a song on the top of the mountain, and the running water met a bosom friend and sang a song that we never forgot.
You are a graceful and graceful clear word and an old photo. On the world of mortals, I will drink with you for a while. The eyebrows can carry leisure worries, and the mountains should also speak, and the eyebrows should also speak. The moon and the wind set each other off, and the flowers bloom and fall forever. Time flies, the water is flowing, the prosperity is gone, and you are old.
The tender eyes are full of tenderness, and listening to a love song sung in the world of mortals echoes in the silent heart. It is you who awaken the edge of sleeping, stretch the eyebrows of love, and let the curtain of love open the lingering in early summer. You are too gentle with me. I am a butterfly in your dream, dancing for you every lonely night, leaving a graceful dance in your poems and lingering for you alone.
You said you would look up at the bright moon in the sky every time you miss me. Whether it is round or missing, it always seems to understand my missing, pour out my tenderness for your missing, and let you feel and understand thousands of miles away. Miss me more and more, Dan Qing's pen depicts a peach blossom in June, so charming and pink! You don't know it's like a gorgeous performance. I'm finally fascinated by your elegant ink fragrance.
Look at the white clouds in the blue sky, so elegant, always standing in the attitude of looking up, the oasis in my heart, I have always been your constant concern in this life, searching hard. how do you know It turns out that the person I am looking for in my life is you, and it has always been you. The sky crossed a meteor, whose tears it was, beautiful and sad, but I swear.
Sweet moments are always fixed.
You said to me, "As long as you are here, I will feel at ease." I am so careful only because I love you. Every night, every time I laugh, it's because of you. Where you are, the light is there. Whatever difficulties I face, all I want is to be with you. When you left, so did my heart. Many people, many people, it's not you that shines, I only love you. The world is in chaos, except you, everything is the background. "
The meeting of clouds and dreams is full of joy. Even if I am a humble dust, as long as I float in your world, I tap the keyboard and write down all the spoony tears in the world, and I am happy to be alone with you.
I want to tell you that I really love you, and I can't pretend to be myself anymore. I want to tell you that I can't cheat my heart, even though I want to cheat the whole world. I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't have a charming poem for you. I only have a pure heart. I love you, but I can't promise you, which makes it difficult for me to have the courage to tell you the details. Dear, then I will pick a bright color in the colorful flower tide and draw a picture that will never fade for our meeting; In the melody of love, play a string of green notes and sing a love song for you; Then I will love you until the end of my life and pray for you silently every day. If you are good, my heart will be calm.
You are waiting, even if the time runs out, you silently choose silence until you die. You are persistent in waiting and persistent all the time; Whisper in my ear and I will accompany you to the ends of the earth. I just want to be by your side, and I don't want your life.
You missed a lot, suddenly turned into a disaster, and you indulged your thoughts. Love melts under the moon, you tell me: you are full of me, and you actually said my name at the meeting. Everyone is asking, there is no such person in our meeting today! You're ashamed.
You cherish me and wait for me forever. Do you remember what you said? You always remember me in your heart, even when you go to the bathroom. You almost went to the wrong place and bumped into someone else. People say you are crazy! You apologize quickly! You said, we will always be together, watch the sunrise and sunset together, stay together until we are white-haired, watch the blue sky and white clouds together, hold each other's hands tightly and lean together forever.
The saddest love prose is a piece of plain paper, Tang poetry and Song poetry, which outlines the years without trace. In the half-acre square of the soul, the ink is splashed, and the meticulous mountains and rivers are still there, and Yunfei flies several times. Only endless thoughts of silks and satins haunt my mind.
In loneliness, think deeply about the shallow marks of each period of time. Because of the changing colors of the four seasons, waiting and searching float into dreams again and again, swaying in my sad heart. Remember that the green hills are not old, but the rain falls on blue lagoon. Love comes, willow branches live in geese; Love to go, pedicels pay. Everything is like running water, so natural.
I have the heart to clear the song, but I have no intention to drop two lines. If, at the end of time. You can also pick up a beautiful aftertaste in the past years, and you will win the world.
Poetry follows the water, and the pen follows the wind and rain. In the world of mortals, meeting can be the beginning of farewell; In rivers and seas, returning also means going to sea next time.
Flying in the rain, singing and dancing in the wind. The wind came gently, the rain broke when it fell, and so did the years, leaving deep and shallow thoughts and flying to the world together.
Who will pick a heart lamp and let the night sky illuminate the whole dream under persistent sleepless? However, whether you are lonely or lonely, the season is like a stream.
Render it into a painting one by one, and gently outline the past when people are free. Love, at the moment when the rain came into view in Mao Mao, has been exiled to rivers, lakes and seas. ...
The thoughts of literature and art are as deep and vast as the sea, and the moonlight is warm and humid, spreading in the heart like a green grassland. Breathe in the warmth of your heart and feel natural and fresh. At the moment of looking at each other, time smiled, with clear cicadas, cool Xia Feng, faint flowers, swaying trees and charming dreams.
Opening the rain curtain, the image left in my heart is already a grass swaying in the depths of my heart. Through the light and shadow of water, it reflects the sadness of this life. How can we explain fate and amazing eyes when we meet?
The melody of the past still beats the softness of the soul and the yearning for low eyebrows. Whose eyes? I was sad yesterday. When I look back, the lights are dim, only the light of that lamp, I don't know who I am missing!
Time goes by so carelessly. Rainy days to sunny days are just fixed at the moment when the rainbow comes, and sunrise to sunset is like an instant. A day is not a year, a year is like a lifetime!
Listen to the flowers quietly, close your eyes and meditate. Can you understand the nature? In the eyebrows, lovesickness is beautiful; Facing the dizzy morning glow, twist a fragrant jasmine flower, leisurely knock on the lintel of time, golden sunshine, mottled leaves and colors, pouring out ten thousand kinds of fragrance. Time flies without leaving traces of the past, but we have quietly passed by. I am most afraid that when I look back, everything has gone away like the wind, and I have woken up like a dream and dispersed. ...
The rain beat on the window lattice, breaking a trace of coolness. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's just loneliness. My eyes are inexplicably moist. I like listening to the sound of rain, a drizzle and the breeze on my sleeves, which is enough to soften my heart. When dark clouds quietly enveloped the ancient Sioux City, the drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Standing alone in front of the window, my left hand is full of shallow sadness, and my right hand is tied with yesterday's tie, allowing the cool wind to mess up my hair and wrinkle my eyes. At one end are uncertain concerns; At one end, it is the vicissitudes of the past. It's just that there is a hazy distance in the rain. Silence, I can't see clearly, I can't understand. ...
Listening to the rain, my heart began to be inexplicably soft, and the deep affection in my eyes began to fall into an unexpected rain. I often wonder why the rain came and where it went. So is life. ...
Flowers splash ink, stunning spring scenery; The inscription on the fallen leaves makes autumn bleak. When the morning sun rises, the world is full of hope; Night arrival, the night darkens the stars. In the years, people come and go; The tides in the world rise and fall, cycle after cycle, year after year.
Freehand brushwork is a period of drifting involuntarily with the tide. Life is a blue boat, and years are rivers. In this life, we met unexpectedly at the ferry of the world. Listen, time is running out. Look, times have changed. A tail of dust goes away, leaving two sleeves of wind and rain. Cooking is about the past.
Who dipped in ink and wrote the endless clouds in cool thin years? Who is driving a boat with a leaf in his heart? Mu Feng wandered in yesterday's dream, leaving a lost fetter and expectation overflowing? How many flying flowers are like dreams, and how many clouds are scattered. A clumsy pen, full of sighs, turns into the rhythm of the heart and the whisper of the wind, writing down a life expectation and attachment. I love being stupid all my life, in order to look forward to being late; I love dreaming all my life, so I am not afraid of the stormy waves of the years.
Deep in time, the wind and rain are sad. When the memory follows the track of the past, in the gray gap. Heart, also eager to meet the love of my life in the corner of a ferry, after seeing Qian Fan all over. The ship splashed ink on the river, bringing great vitality.
Talk across the screen and invite years to drink. When you and I have lost our passion for flowers, time has passed, we have been moved, we don't want to love, we have forgotten our hatred, and the future is still vague and fleeting. Who should pour thick ink? This problem is worth pursuing. ...
All that is needed is a spiritual baptism. In baptism, choose to supervise relief or rebirth, hang a sail and send it to the sea, leaving yourself a vision of life.
The saddest love prose, seven winds and light clouds, Xiao Yue's remnant stars, a roll of white paper and a sharp nib, has hurt me all my life, solved my worries all my life and made me dull.
Laughing and singing, crying and laughing, the wind is like a cloud on earth, one day a week in January, one stroke is like a sword, one piece of paper is stained with ink, and I am half awake and half drunk to write about my life. When I wake up,
Pulling is painful, who can talk, who can accompany who, and solve the love for a lifetime.
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At that time, I was infatuated with a smile, and I missed a beautiful woman. The dust flashed by, and it was fleeting. I met you lightly, I confided in the world of pipa, and I have been entering your night all my life. I am destined to accompany you in the world of mortals, entangled and lingering correctly, and walk with you for thousands of years. I had a good midnight snack today, drunk in the past, drunk in the depths of lotus, drunk on the bank of willow, drunk in misty rain, drunk in the vast sea, drunk in poetry. Full of melancholy thoughts, whose fragrance is locked, I love each other and meet each other late. I don't know when, this time, this night, this moment, I am so embarrassed. If I had known this, why did I get to know each other in the first place? Flowers in the mirror, thin under the moon, looking forward to each other through the curtain.
I look forward to it day by day, night by night, and those memories that are full of worries and unavoidable. It's hard to calm down. How can we forget the tenderness of the Millennium? I planted acacia and unforgettable love, and I was hurt a little. I wanted to get drunk, but I couldn't wake up all the sadness in this life. Are we just passers-by Then why are you so persistent? If it's just an ornament in my youth, can it not make me drunk? If half a century's exile is my starting point, why has my heart never left you? If I were fireworks, would you let me die?
Now, I have become a landscape you have forgotten. I know that I am just a scenery that you can't give up, but I still strive to pursue, pursue the mirage scenery, pursue the dream of hiding the moon, and pursue a love that you can't give up. When is the evening? Recall the past, the blue face changes in time, and the horizon is broken. I only look at the full moon, but my heart is at a loss, and it is difficult to erase 65438+
A river is full of clouds and waters, and a river is full of days. Ten fingers are scattered and fleeting. A gust of wind crushes 3,000 infatuations, and the world of mortals passes by, tangled for thousands of years, graceful and graceful all his life, and lingering forever. Qian Fan spent all his life, flowers fell to the end of the world, petals scattered in the world of mortals chasing water, and prosperity became clouds and smoke, fragrant souls returned to the earth, drifting into dreams and looking for the green hills outside the mountains, lonely in dreams, and the wind fell over flowers.