I can't hate you I clearly remember that I let myself leave you with hatred. More than half a month has passed, and I will still think of you and the past. Those diaries are my best companions at night, but they make me feel sad and burst into tears countless times! You have been so kind to me that you have warmed my past years.
At that time, I cherished every minute we spent together. I would like to see your smile, hear your voice and wait for you silently. Although time passes so short, I am immersed in happiness and don't want to wake up.
At that time, my heart was always so sunny, which warmed your depressed heart and made my happiness infect you instantly. Your laughter always lingered in my ears. In order to have this happiness, I am always so considerate. I can accept everything you do as long as you can accompany me.
At that time, I was able to calm down, listen to your stories, share your worries, and never expect much from you. As long as you still need me, it is my greatest satisfaction.
20 15 65438+ 10/01,a huge blow almost crushed us. You don't know what to do, you don't know what to do, you and I cry together, and hate God for tearing us apart mercilessly. That winter, I felt the unprecedented cold, which froze my heart. It was in that situation that I thought of you and let you get out of your pain quickly. At that time, I only had one thought, as long as the happiness of the person I love is my greatest happiness! From then on, I fell into the swamp, lost the vitality of my life, and stayed with Lacrimosa every day, unable to extricate myself.
Our true feelings may have touched God. You came into my life again, and we waited for this hard-won feeling more carefully. Who would have thought that I lost myself and could never find that happy state of mind again?
I've changed! I am always afraid that you will leave me again, always doubt your love for me, and always find signs that you will leave me. I am no longer rational and generous, and I demand more and more things, giving you less and less space! You try to meet all my requirements, but I still can't feel your sincerity to me. Unreasonable and hysterical again and again, I know I can't keep your heart.
You finally spoke out your troubles! "I am under too much pressure. Let's split up. "
I made a scene, I cried, and even my blood pressure reached more than 200. In the middle of the night, a person walked slowly to the hospital for infusion treatment. At that time, your voice was always with me. I thought you would stay, but you still left, resolutely. Even an accident as big as 8. 12 is a great shock. You just say hello and disappear forever. You are completely integrated into your warm hometown, and you don't want to see me, hear my voice or reply to my messages. Am I sick? Still drunk? You don't care anymore, just want to stay away from my mine that may explode at any time! !
Last night, I told you that "Double Eleven" was my holiday, and I must grab a gift for myself. But you said that you are not single now, and I am here. I'm so excited. Can we have Valentine's Day? You said you could. But Valentine's Day doesn't belong to us. Later, you sent me a special message telling me, "When you heard that I was going to buy myself a gift, I was particularly uncomfortable, especially guilty and guilty, and I was unable to comfort you." When I heard this, I got drunk and felt that I was the happiest person in the world.
Tomorrow is Singles Day. I must grab a warm-hearted gift for myself tonight! It is in this mood that I miss you more, and you have really become the biggest pain in my life! I can't hate you!
I can't hate you 2. Round and round, I brushed away a trace of acacia in the world of mortals, turned it into tears in the corner of my eyes, injected a cool pen tip, and flowed between the cool lines. In a hurry, I made a plain pen for you, which was filled with the deep and shallow spring flowers you gave me, which warmed my life's fickle feelings. In my mind, in my eyes and on my lips, I murmured a white lotus that you once bloomed for me. Lotus heart is sunny, lotus leaves are blooming, and lotus flowers are like dreams. Once, I used to remember you, remember the lush years you gave me, remember your gentle embrace, remember your company in the world of mortals. Now, I want to give myself a rich life, sing softly to the moon and dress up flowers.
In the fireworks, I took off a piece of plain soil, shoveled the soil around the fence with my hands, buried the flower embryo in the soil, and put my heart in an elegant moment. I am looking forward to the fragrance of the garden when the flowers are in full bloom, and I am also looking forward to the coolness and elegance when I return to the earth. Holding fragrant soil in hand, I pour my feelings into it, hoping to achieve prosperity here in the coming year, and this prosperity is created by myself, and I don't need to entrust anything or wait for anything. A person can also vividly interpret a bustling scene in the world of mortals, and can also release his overflowing emotions in a loose way.
I like being alone more and more. In the bamboo building in the distance, I look at the sunset glow like a drunk, blushing and sleeping soundly. I don't care about the strangeness of the world, I just want to release my true self. I feel the whole orange sky, tightly covering myself, just like a blooming flower, just for me, surrounding my heart and softening my feelings.
I wandered in the floating world only to pursue the light after the first snow, and I searched during that time only to move my heart on you away from the depths of the world of mortals and lock in a quiet place. I am walking under the vast sky with a fiery heart, imagining that Sanmao is with me and Lin is with me, and my heart is no longer lonely.
In the past rhyme, I can't remember sadness. I used to be a woman who threw herself into the fire for the love of moths. I am also a sentimental woman. When spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do I know about the past? It's just all this, knowing that death is like running water, but still waiting stupidly, waiting for the yellow miss, waiting for the thin persistence. Looking back now, I find that I am waiting for others to give me a rich life, and all I get in the end is the end of burying flowers alone. Then, slowly understand that some things, lost, let it fall like flying catkins, the heart has nothing to send, and the heart floats in the vast sky. Some things, I don't need to ask others, just like 3 thousand yuan, and I don't need to take a ladle to float away safely.
I am just a tiny little girl in the world of mortals. But even so, I can still twist a lotus flower to fill the color, take the stars all over the sky as the bright eyes, and pick violets all over the ground to make a skirt. I can make no noise or grab, but I can't live unkempt. I only hope that I can perform my own wonderful performance on a three-inch stage in the sunshine of one meter, without cheering, but my heart can be enriched.
You don't need to expect others to give you a rich banquet, you can give yourself a rich life, and you don't have to lose it when it runs out. Because the next prosperity is still open to you at any time.
I can't hate you The sky outside the window is blue. The wind should be cool, neither hot nor biting, just right; Those dark green colors that are full of summer have already retired unconsciously; The pond should be covered with residual load; Pedestrians should dress with their own characteristics, such as short sleeves, long shirts, thin sweaters and coats ... It is no exaggeration to say that they are funny. In Zhengzhou, office workers are a huge group, but to bid farewell to the heat in midsummer, whether on the bus or riding an electric car, should it be as quiet as indoors at this moment?
But in Qingxi, a beautiful town, it is still surrounded by green trees, the sun shines high and the ground is polished by the sun. The bustling industrial areas are mostly the sound of machines running, and they are deserted. You can't see anything in the sparse crowd. Only in the morning or when eating, will there be many people pouring out from all directions. They are basically Cantonese, and I can see from their faces that they are peaceful and peaceful, and have lived all their lives, even the lives of their children and grandchildren. They don't like studying and are satisfied with their good weather and places. I will say in my heart: the sorrow of migrant workers. Even if they get angry occasionally, the most annoying thing is a "annoying" and "crazy" Cantonese accent, but their lives are still fleshy and their meals are inseparable from vegetables. Everyone around me said, "I can't eat anything without meat." Their way of life, I despise and satirize; I think and do, they don't understand, they can't understand. It's okay. I know, I can't integrate into life in the south.
At this moment when autumn is getting stronger, there is no autumn scenery in Qingxi, and air conditioning is still an indispensable tool for many people to survive. I hate air conditioning. Air conditioning always makes my skin extremely dry, occasionally allergic, and I have repeated colds. But once you leave the air conditioner, the heat will almost swallow you up. Many times, I will scribble on a blank piece of paper, or read a book and think while watching. The smell in the book intoxicated me. As if autumn, rain, water, wind, river and cool breath, stroking my hair, running over my shoulders, slipping through my fingertips and passing through my soles. ...
In autumn, sleeping is a very pleasant and enjoyable thing, but how can other scenery outside be wasted?
It's best to have some rain this season. The filtered air and the raindrops blown off by the wind between the branches are crystal clear in the coming sunshine. Even the dust dotted with rain is as bright as pearls ... how can a subtle discovery not surprise people? There shouldn't be many people in the park square after the rain, and it won't be too lively. If you go to see the fish in the pond and sit in pavilions with different styles, isn't this a gift from nature?
However, the most beautiful thing in autumn is that near dusk, the round and full sun is getting bigger and thinner, spreading in the sky and finally dyeing half the sky red. If you can witness the fiery red clouds again, this enjoyment will be even more wonderful! At this moment, who remembers those unhappy things or troubles at work? In fact, watching the sunrise and sunset is a real happiness, a natural law, endless, isn't life like this? Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Think about the expectations and waiting of family members. What obstacles need to be opened? When the sun sets, people who are still busy think about the steaming dinner at home. How can they bear to bring home their dissatisfaction and grievances at work?
Autumn, suitable for thinking, suitable for experiencing life, ups and downs, but also to face; Autumn is suitable for walking, the road you have traveled, and different feelings; Autumn is suitable for bidding farewell to the haze of the past and looking forward to the future. Autumn is a harvest season and a brand-new beginning. Harvest happiness, bury sadness, and choose a brighter life ... Autumn may contain sadness, loneliness, bitterness, gloom and depression. However, autumn brings me back to calm, not naive, immature, exaggerated, unassuming, a little girl's faint joy and calm mood. Born in the north, I have a sacred touch-autumn is a gift from God. In autumn, look at the sunshine in the leaves; Autumn, look at the sadness of the moon; Autumn, watching the sadness of falling leaves. Autumn flowers are bleak and autumn grass is yellow. Autumn is also the season of missing. Sister Hongloulin enjoys the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, saying that she always depends on others, and nothing belongs to her ... This strange girl, the woman who buried flowers, stands proudly in many people's hearts, and things have changed. No matter what, she can't be swept away from the soul of the buried flower.
Autumn is the day I look forward to most all the year round, but this autumn-grievance-let it go with the flow. ...
I can't hate you Winter months are changeable, and it rains several times. At the hot and cold corner, I ran into the howling wind head-on, so I stood still and always felt how similar my mood was to this storm.
I am embedded in the muddy street view, and my thoughts are tangled into a ball of hemp. This kind of mood is not only because of the weather, but also because one kind of impetuousness meets another kind of impetuousness, so the rain falls in my heart.
I seem to be standing at a crossroads, surrounded by water and wind. If you can give me a direction, I will really wade home. What will a quiet past be like? What is this? Is it a meeting in the rain, or a cold confrontation between loneliness and loneliness? I think, I'm trying to think that what you gave me is what I want.
Who is the master and who is the burden? If loneliness can be a tentative state, will happiness go far? If despair and helplessness are no longer a burden, will the falling rain beads have weight? If family and marriage can't come true, will you still appear in that long time?
The word happiness is too far away, just like the course of a drop of rain, floating in the clouds for half my life and biting my cold teeth for hours. In the end, raindrops gathered courage and strength, and fell down like a fairy, landing densely and crowding the whole world. Unfortunately, raindrops lie alone in the water, unable to find their original self and the way back.
Raindrops are lost, in mud, ponds, leaves and clothes, and the original hope is also lost. What you can get after your dreams are down to earth always seems to be not as good as you want, and it seems that you can catch too little truth in your dreams.
Life is like rain, love is like a play, love is the rain that can't be caught, and time flows into the raindrop mark that can't be found, which is more and more distant and ethereal.
When I write this, the rain outside the window is still playing with the combination of human sadness, romance, depression and frustration.
Listening to the rain, I'm still lonely. I'm waiting for the moment when the rain stops and the clouds open. I can bask in my mood, adjust my speed and direction, see the truth of the world and the reality of life, face the sunshine from my face, take away loneliness and emptiness, and remember warmth and love.
If my dream comes true one day, I will accompany you to see the rainbow, watch the sunset and relive the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
At my urging, the rain stopped and I began to be quiet. I found a pure land from the bottom of my heart and rekindled my love. This flame is getting stronger and stronger, becoming an immortal lighthouse, giving you my hope and happy home.
What am I in your heart?
Calculate carefully, we have known each other for almost seven or eight years. It's really not easy to walk all the way. Whether it's friendship or love, it really goes without saying that we can get to this point. You always give me a feeling of being at arm's length, which makes people puzzled. When chatting with friends, you always care about my expression. Are you afraid that I know you too well and expose you? I don't like to say untrue things to you, which will only make me feel hypocritical. I don't want your QQ to shine for others except me; I don't want you to think of others when you are with me;
I don't want you to ask me about my previous injuries, for I'm afraid I'll remember them. I don't want you to lose contact with me, even for a minute, I don't want you to be with me because of loneliness; I like your simplicity and frankness, and I hope you can do the same in the future, so it belongs to me alone; I hope you can chat with me when I am bored. I hope you can treat me like I exist, instead of ignoring my existence. I hope you can put me in your heart, not in the corner where others can't find me; I hope you can love me more, so that I can have confidence to open my heart to you for a long time; I hope you will only have me in your heart from now on, instead of thinking about the love you didn't get a long time ago; I am selfish, I am overbearing, I am bad, and sometimes I am bored; I'm afraid of loneliness, I'm afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid of the most important person leaving, I'm afraid of loneliness; I like to be lively, I like to play, I like to be with people who are important in my heart, but I don't want to limit my freedom. After all, everyone has their own life circle. But am I important to you? How important is it? Or did you come to me because you were lonely? Or do I have no place in my heart? Do you care about me? I don't know how you feel about me, so I won't ask you for anything easily. I won't let you do anything for me.
I can't hate you Is there a song that reminds you of the snow in winter occasionally?
The melody that I knew clearly in my heart was sung again unconsciously, and it was still the familiar song until the end.
The fragments of the past turned into the sadness of close reading, and the unforgettable bits and pieces pulled out the already wet music. Let the past fly freely, like crying, let my thoughts diffuse with the luxurious night, and make me feel carefree.
If missing can be diluted, can the whole sea really be diluted?
Along the way, I left behind not only the worries that I dare not say and can't say, but also the feelings that I don't want to forget, can't forget and have to forget.
Appreciate the beautiful encounter in the dim light and lock in the different scenery flowing in the long river of years. I also try to bypass the memory, try to forget the snowstorm, try to give up the missed wet words and seek to return to the original peace. In a blink of an eye, I was infected by the sadness of this word Listening to the idle Zheng playing the song that has never changed, it has faded into my heart.
When the eyes are clear, the memory degenerates into reincarnation. Once they meet, it is as pure and simple as a rich and elegant picture scroll. The most painful parting leaves a faint fragrance in the night wind.
When I looked back, I couldn't help laughing. Those dreamlike, across the eyes, picturesque, branded in the brow. Long love, gentle turn, hazy poem, release as much as possible.
My thoughts are flying, trying to jump out of those infinite charms Who can be sure after passing by? Meeting among thousands of people is an unknown fate.
Who sighs lightly and gives up easily, enthusiastically follows the line of sight; Who sighs lightly, lets go of the thoughts called by the heart and disrupts feelings several times; Who sighs lightly, those whispers are gentle, which makes the thoughts fall into endless entanglement; Who sighs lightly, the eyes propped up by the wind that day can't stop the tears from overflowing; Who sighs and forgets eternal tenderness, leaving unforgettable love; Who sighs lightly, meets by chance, and the heart is still pounding, who sighs lightly, and the love rooted in years has been sung into romantic poems several times.
Seeing each other and parting, I suddenly had a clear dream. As time goes by, my feelings will never change.
Keep the past at hand and engrave the memory in your heart. Let the wind dry wet thoughts and dispel heavy bitterness. In the dim light, I miss your warmth and your call.
After several struggles, after several struggles, I finally faded out of your sight. No one is right or wrong, and I don't blame coincidence. Destined to meet, no one in the world of mortals can resist.
It is not necessarily the wind, nor is it necessarily a familiar scene. Although meeting itself is a miracle of meekness, the more silent, the more silent, and the strangeness finally reverts to strangeness. The precipitated memory determines another kind of heartache. You can see the flowers in the water. They no longer have the colors of the past. The mountains are high and the water is long, so how many times do flowers bloom? Hide that in the snow, and there will be no sadness from now on.
Cherish or turn away, who will judge right or wrong?
I can't hate you In the distance is your scenery, but in front of me is my besieged city …
I haven't had a good sleep since I left you. Every time I fall asleep in fear, I will wake up in a nightmare, suffering and grievances, but I dare not say it in one night after another.
I still remember how you cried when you left. At that time, I was willful and domineering, and I knew nothing about retention. I just think you're sad and interesting. I asked if you would come back and when, but I never cared. When I see you again, I finally want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
I think, you left so simply and didn't drag your feet at all. There should be no need to force you. Just blame it for being too young, just a glass of wine. In short, from then on, it was a long farewell. One evening many years later, I was walking alone in the street and caught a glimpse of a person who looks like you, but only a very similar person.
Some things are not on anyone, and no one knows the weight. At that moment, I suddenly had a very strong desire to find you, to have another drink with you, to pay homage to our young people, and to be as happy as when we were teenagers, but I laughed when I remembered it. But after all, things have changed, so why bother? Just because people are in the wind, it is not up to you and me to gather and disperse.
I finally got what I wanted and met unexpectedly. In a busy street, I listened to your wandering and talked about my loneliness. You said that you were homeless, and I said that my loneliness had no place to go.
However, in this world, there is no birth for no reason, and there is no unexpected encounter. It's just the inevitable result of careful preparation. Behind all the glamour, there must be unknown loneliness. From then on, all the stories came as scheduled, and all the parting happened to coincide.
All good things must come to an end. At most, when we want to see each other again in the future, have our old friends been there? The days are still long and the road is still far.
It is the greatest happiness to know each other once in my life. It doesn't matter whether I look at it or not. Parting is just the normal state of life. But in the end, some people will just die and leave you.
So, thank you for coming all the way, and I don't regret your leaving. I've been on the road.
I can't hate you, sad prose. 7 Choose a city to die and meet a bald man. Cut short time, make time fly, forget the sorrow!
T.A. hides time in the blue ocean. Stranded with the memory of the years, I left a box of homesickness and sailed with hope. Look down on the past, once young and frivolous, across the night sky, looking forward to a beautiful, don't forget!
When life is quiet, everything seems ordinary. The smell of Sophora japonica is scattered in the yard, fragrant and distant, floating in the wind, and finally scattered elsewhere. Looking at the faint fragrance floating away, looking for a safe miss. On the journey of life, there have been joys and sorrows. Sad days will always pass, and when life becomes a story, history will open a new corner.
Summer touched my memory, and my face was painted with makeup. A period of hard struggle, how I want it to be a memory of the past, and slowly dissipate with the wind blowing from the south. Last night, the starlight reflected on the windowsill, stepping in the footsteps of moonlight, looking for the peace of heaven. From then on, no noise, no sadness, no happiness!
With the passage of time, I carved a desolate back. Spring has come to Qiu Lai, picking up the prosperity in this beautiful season. I still believe that years will add sadness and happiness to my memory. Many years later, I will recall the past scene after scene, the cold wind that erodes bones, and the fleeting feelings, which are still proud of youth and old times. Walking in the years, shoulder to shoulder with autumn, dry hands, full of lonely black paper.
? Flowers bloom silently, and flowers fall silently. A drizzle that went to Qiu Lai in summer moistened the earth, and the dry and gloomy soul was awakened by the rain. Shallow thoughts have jumped on the branches of autumn, and every time I look back, it is a hopeless memory. I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, and recounted the frustrations in the fleeting time. After all, you are in the painting and I am outside!
How many stories of youth have been buried in a city? It is the interweaving of bitterness and joy, and the confusion of sadness and joy. Choose the city to die, and don't regret your original heart; You will never be sentimental when you meet someone who will grow old together. The age of love has been lost, and what is left is just a shallow miss, a touch of you!
I am infatuated with this city and cherish deep memories. In the lonely corner, the flood of the crowd washed away the memory. Pick up sadness, cherish a blooming day, and then lose your memory. Covered with scars, get up from reality, whether you are happy or not, whether you are poor or not!
The faint fragrance of flowers condenses in the air and slowly drifts away with the curve of memory. Open my heart and gently buckle my thoughts in the cloister. I wander in the garden of language in order to find the wish I lost yesterday!
The story of the past is dusty in this ancient alley, and the dense sky conveys the taste of the past. The memory at that time was sweet toffee, thick taste and faint fragrance. I woke up from my dream last night, looking forward to it, and all the frustrated thoughts were in my heart.
Light a lamp that longs for love, light up every room in this city, and wait for an expectation of return. Meet, start from scratch, even if, the hoary head is gone!