Be sure to watch it, especially the inscription in the last movie: you draw sadness out of the corner of your eye, I wipe away the wandering on your forehead, and then we pass by indifferently and never know each other again. Plum blossoms were completely open in the last winter, as if witnessing a rare farewell. Who can cry, who can't forget and who can leave. This story will not have an ending in the end.
Here comes the wax brick, still on one side, half a strand of hair, and a few purples. Whose eyes are lonelier than fireworks, and whose tears are more transparent than snow? Desolation can only witness desolation.
A person is so wonderful ... if I can spin silk, then I will cocoon, but will I break the cocoon into a butterfly? I look at myself in the mirror, but I can't see through myself.
My eyes in the mirror are very bright, and it seems easier to see through me.
Who's real? I borrowed a pair of wings from an angel, but I can't fly. I asked why, and the angel said helplessly: The sky no longer belongs to you ... Only that person knows how beautiful a person is ... My mouth trembled slightly.
What's hidden in your heart? I want to take it out like a bowl of water to see my soul and the past time. So many feelings are swallowed in the throat. Just like a bird flying on a cloudy day, how can it spread its wings without rushing out of the low clouds? The call from afar is an eternal swan song, and it is vague whose tears slide across the sky, leaving only a touch of beauty.
Like the last sunset, witness the bleakest love.
You didn't catch me, but you didn't let me go.
Did I underestimate your cruelty, or did you overestimate my patience? One person will get tired first, and I think it is probably me, because I have paid too much.
Seemingly firm face .................. I didn't guess the world, but the world has guessed me.
Therefore, there is always something in this world that I am destined to escape, and that is the fate of loving you.
Fifty years ago, the snow never cleared away, and the fragrance of countless Sophora japonica drifted in, which was very intoxicating.
Who are you kidding? You have been in love for 50 years before you doubt whether you have ever been in love. Who will believe you? Flowers fall all over the floor, and the fragrance sprinkled in memory is like the most mellow wine many years ago. Whoever touches it with his hand, it flies to pieces.
Looking back 500 times in the past life has brought a passer-by in this life. Those memories that seem to be from my last life are in the dust of purple strangers, like the last lilac standing alone in a rainy lane, and occasionally slip away when I turn around.
If you miss a moment, you are doomed to miss a lifetime.
Philosophical love prose sentences
Who does tenderness belong to in this life? Author: Solo other shore source: member recommendation time: 20 10-04-03 18:29 Reading: 609 1 font size: [small] [medium] [large] 1 The moment I met you, the world collapsed.
I heard your mumbling voice in my ear, and then I fell, no way back.
In the moment of youth, I used to be a hit-and-miss player, twisting embroidery thread between my sleeves and singing a thousand-year legend.
My dancing posture, in your gradually narrowed eyes, is like a flying butterfly, destined to fly out of your closed palm.
This is a macro address, just like a huge change.
Who dances with light smoke and scoops up endless ice in the cool thin?
I put my sleeve in the palm of my hand and felt the water in my body running away. Your eyebrows seem to be inadvertently swept, and the place I passed is full of vitality.
Whether you are really destined or not, you must be the doom of my life, appearing in my beautiful youth, disturbing the original calm heart and playing the tone of lamentation.
Slightly apply makeup to raise the charming radian of the corners of your mouth. No matter what my fate, I just want to die in your laughter, without resentment or anger.
Dress up in front of the mirror and describe it in detail.
Humanitarian time is fleeting, and youth is easy to get old.
I silently looked at the beautiful and haggard face in the mirror, trembling to erase the years with a colored pen.
Not to mention elegant geometry, I am just a player who flies off the stage and dances with sleeves on a red curtain.
Unable to reach your player.
And you are just a misty spectator under the stage, destined to have nothing to do with my soul behind the mask.
Wear heavy makeup, or be charming and graceful ... masks are roles, plays are life, whether you love them or not, whether you want them or not.
After all, after a song, no one can find himself anymore.
The familiar and strange man died when he died.
The makeup on his face is meticulous, his sideburns are long enough to stick on his cheeks, and he has a slightly raised style, dignified and charming. A ghost dancing on the stage waved his sleeves and wept Long song.
No matter how many times you turn around, your obsessed eyes follow the stories that others have danced with me.
Lips gently open, jade emperor sad, sleeves lightly dance, clearly blood and tears.
Who can vaguely see my lush fingers fiddling with the strings in candlelight, and the beautiful lingering rhythm is like a ghost, lingering.
You are sitting in front of the stage in a purple robe, and the jade fan is rocking gently, like a dream. At first glance, all three souls and seven souls will disappear, leaving only an empty shell.
My heart is cold, but in the spring of Jiangnan, I grew a quiet seedling, as if I were fragile, but I was extremely tenacious.
2. Who cares about nothing but missing the years? Fangfei is not exhausted, but it is empty.
In the past, green temples were like clouds, and tea was like dancing. Tsing Yi woman with a face of residual makeup sang softly to herself in the corner, letting tears overflow and her heart cocoon.
You can't see all kinds of entanglements.
Whose Hu Xian rings? The soul sighs and cries, and the yearning for love will come suddenly three thousand miles away.
Even if the flying posture indicates who is lonely, you can't reach the end of the curtain and turn away.
Wipe away the smile painted with rouge and the fatigue under the powder with trembling hands.
Thick eyelids can't reflect affectionate eyes in the wind.
The cool breeze swept by, blowing up the hair scattered around my ears. The moon was cold and the night was cold.
My eyes and eyebrows are full of sadness that I can't measure. The troubles in my heart are like three thousand drowning, and I can't lift my head and be prosperous.
The tangled feelings are painful, but the heart is far away.
Whose direction is it? Nobody knows.
Only a corner of the moonlight, in order to take care of the suffering of this life, shines quietly and spreads the brightness of a room.
Count loneliness and measure the distance of loneliness.
Who knows that the pale waiting behind the player is just for the back of the purple figure?
Just wait for this, expecting a few spring and autumn months to come and go.
In the twilight crow and the little cold star, I feel sorry for myself.
I finally saw your hand holding the fan again, slender and charming as a thin eyebrow, winding, just like my wandering follow, details, dribs and drabs, all of which are your turn and your kiss xiu.
My tears are covered with makeup, and the dazzling flowers are like my overflowing worries. In the endless sour spring, I just turned this drama, which is addictive in the name of love, into a perfect performance, into a lovesickness that can't blame others, into a long-term attachment, and into a silent and sad hope.
Those wading thoughts looking at the railing can't reach the misty eyes of your makeup, and the end is bleak, and they can't wait for the ordinary purple robe to buy out loneliness.
3. Make-up, beautiful, dance to make the world desolate, and see the prosperity and glory.
Looking at the high platform, we interpret other people's lives.
However, a song is absolutely unique, but it is my own sadness and sigh.
Brilliant eyes, exquisite makeup, a wave of twists and turns, the smart flower embroidery in the skirt moves with the shadow, swaying.
The red curtain hangs down and your thoughtful smile is fixed in my eyes. That dazzling red, like the blood and tears of cuckoo, suddenly caught my eye with the flowers above your head. The red candle with a high fever has long tears, and the bride waiting in that room must have a bright smile.
This film is full of joy and sadness. It looks at your interest and plays with my heart.
But this is for your wedding, for your life.
When I put down all my lead, I stood at the window.
In the dim light, no one can see my heartbreak clearly.
In the dream, it is the next performance.
When I woke up, it was the bleak sound of the monsoon sweeping the yellow leaves.
Away from that square inch of space, you are her lover and grow old hand in hand.
From that moment on, you were a hopeless marriage in my heart.
The story drifted away and the ending was as cold as ice.
You treat me like a fashion show again and again.
The audience's tears only flow for the actor's performance.
So when you turn around, you are bit by bit hazy to me.
Song and dance pavilion, pretend to be gentle all your life, but this life is only for your gentleness, deeply grieved.
When will the singing and dancing stop?
An affair, like a mirror flower, paid off the lovesickness of an absolute beauty, covered her eyes with surging and persistent thoughts, and was covered with desolation.
This kind of life, for anyone, is full of absolute desolation, only a gentle look back and cheer, and then exhausted family ties and painted thin years.
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Hooper Author: Enron in the ancient tears of thousands of years, guessing the distant story, no one can peel off the rusty lock of years, this life, waiting for you with a lost beauty.
Silence is at the two ends of the distant horizon, one is dawn, the other is night, and the brightest half of the sky is sad like rain.
The line between black and white is gradually clear in the blurred eyes, which makes the past scenery precipitate a fierce heart, and what disappears again is a gentle smile.
Yours and mine, the story is sealed in the landscape in amber; It's not unintentional. Why should I turn it over again? My heart gradually cooled down and smiled, but I can only say that I was drunk, tears fell gently in an instant, and my eyes drooped quietly for a touch of touching sunshine ... Have you changed? Through all the rain lanes, don't ask me if I'm looking for you, but how many centuries can I keep your secret? Who picked up our scenery one day, can you understand how unforgettable it is? You and I have to escape from this story, and the transparent amber carefully treasures our hearts.
Roses sing "Love you, love you, really love you" in the wind. All the petals are broken into a touch of carmine on the face, and all the efforts are used to decorate the remaining heartbreak. I can only experience ups and downs in the world of mortals in my life, so why should I be locked up?
The past ... quietly turned into autumn resentment between the eyebrows. Ten thousand years later, in Qian Qian, who is trying to guess whether the stagnant scenery in this city beyond amber and the women standing in the wind will shed tears? In the next century, the next reincarnation, in which story will love be staged?
Only a lingering smoke soul still comes and goes gently in amber.
Pushing open the melancholy door, who is exploring the stars in the Milky Way? Who can tell you that I love you? Wind chimes, gently broken, are on the edge of dreams, so the lost people come to the other side of the long river.
Stepping on a foot of incense dust, I smile through tears.
After that winter, the wind is still the wind when you leave. In amber, you just miss.
Love can be a memory of many things. Now we can only remember, half frightened, half disappointed, and silently return to ignorance.
Although memories are always beautiful, most of them feel barren.
I am no longer the carefree teenager at the beginning, but how can I forget my deep love? I will not forget that warm and sweet day; Although I can't keep the old feelings, although things have changed, although no one will remember, after all, what I can't see or hear now has actually happened; Even if it is only a fleeting moment, even if it is like passing clouds, however, my life will still be beautiful because of this fleeting moment, and I will still have a deep nostalgia for this passing clouds! Apart from some regrets, some regrets, what can I do? In the best days, I also walked alone.
If life is a dream, of course, you don't have to ask too much of it. I am happy when I come. When you are gone, you don't have to be sad. How can we get rid of the control of secular desires? Who can escape the net cast by years? If life is meant to be, why should people suffer more? Meeting is also in a hurry, and parting is also in a hurry. How many trips can life bear? But I finally understand that flawless beauty is only in the heart, and only in the heart can we have the truest feelings.
Accidental meeting may spark a charming spark, but it can only shine forever in memory, but it can't keep the brilliance of that moment in reality.
Although time makes people more attractive, although the passage of time makes memories more perfect, although it is good to know that you once had it, there are always some, some, some ... However, after feeling, sadness, melancholy and regret, the days will continue, so there is always, there is, there is ... lost, and the past will be lost forever.
I can only say: this moment should last forever!
Love poems, love essays
/The land under your feet.
/Even the sunshine/even the spring rain/meets in the clouds,/but there is no one/,but we live alone/this is great love; You have your copper branches and iron stems. /As if we were separated forever, we all greeted each other; Never learn to climb flowers; Understand our words/leaves; number
The love it expresses is not only pure and passionate, but also full of lyrical colors; Exquisite language and distinctive personal style.
To the Oak Tree is a beautiful and profound lyric poem of hers. /Show off yourself with your tall branches; /,/Like a heavy sigh; It is not just like a dangerous peak/it is not just like a clear spring/it brings cool comfort all year round; /; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; Not only love your stalwart body/stand with you as a tree/I must be a kapok beside you, which is not enough; If I love you-/Comments/Shu Ting's poems are novel in conception; Love/,/faithfulness is here/don't learn spoony birds,/.
/Every gust of wind blows; Set off your dignity.
/,/I also love your stand; Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /; /I have my red flowers; Increase your height,/,/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning.
/root, clenched in the ground; /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, and it is noble and great.
It is like an old and fresh song, which touches people's heartstrings and leads to an oak tree. If I love you- ...
Aestheticism loves prose.
What's more sad is that I can only watch love numb, when is the end.
You chose to leave.
Keep the morning glow, you can keep the years, you can turn tears into blood, and you can laugh.
————————— Inscription Lonely tears, suffering dim pain alone day and night.
Do you know who still misses you and who wants to keep hope and let go of dreams, love, summer rain and snow? Once, his face was hurt because he lost the most precious thing.
Hu Feng Xiao Yue, after the final departure, you are sad and your eyes are relatively speechless.
In fact, he knows who is wet. His skirt always makes him so intoxicated, but he just comes and goes in a hurry. A person who cries for you is more important than his life. Just because his heart was broken and he couldn't pick it up, you still made a strong choice.
Actually, he knows how much you want to wait for hope. At the end of the day, at the end of the day, it's hard. Is there no more eternal love than eternity? In the season away from you, if your face is poetic, please stay, and the unwanted ending will come all the way, gather in the river and sea, and soon disappear in an instant.
From then on, I cried a river.
In the afterheat of love, I really want to pick up our most precious bits and pieces again, carefully hold them in my hand and give them to each other, and he will forget himself.
I mourn for you, but you never look back and want to keep your face the same, okay? He can't live without you, he always cries, and you will always be the only one! Don't go away, leave behind hate and hate. The autumn is crisp and the moon is thin in the mirror. I want your fragrance to be elegant forever. I always close the curtains before I start.
I used to think that as long as I persisted, I could persist for a long time. Who knows that true knowledge has gone wrong, so that eternity is not permanent; I used to think that if I kept my promise, I would eventually be together. Endless love is gone. In the cold, there is only pain in the water.
You are gone, you can't bear to leave, you have thousands of kinds of reluctance, but your decision will not change.
Your heart is still shaking and the sky is worried about you.
From parting.
Misinterpret each other, for the lost love, for the sunset, unforgettable.
Why does he always hurt your fragile heart and hurt your young heart?
He really doesn't want this. In fact, he loves you and cares about you, but he doesn't know how to express his concern and care. We meet again.
I can't bear to make you cry. You should know who still cares about you, Soso Yu Xia.
In loneliness, yellow flowers are everywhere, and tears are singing goodbye.
I can't see the end of the world, but my heart is close to mine.
A wisp of breeze, a trace of soul, falling water, spring has gone, and there is always the possibility of the sky falling down.
I can hear you crying all the time, leaving your face empty and thin. Unfortunately, your heart has made your feelings disappear, and your red tears seem to think of rain. ...
Write a beautiful and touching love essay, it is best to make people cry ~
The flowers are drunk, the flowers are silent, the grass bows its head and tears fall tomorrow, and today it sings loudly and sighs ... Wan Li meets a hundred miles in the sky on Tanabata, and a trace of clear tears blows away the tears of acacia, which is often not as good as acacia moss. I am a 13-year-old 1 child. These works are somewhat good, much better than those upstairs. Artistic conception: unreachable love gives birth to loveless love.
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A gust of wind blew the paper to the window ... beautiful, beautiful ... like snowflakes flying all over the sky.
The rain fell and hit it mercilessly. Then, the beautiful paper slowly stopped flying and fell to the ground, blurring the handwriting on it-'I love you forever' ... Is it that memory is a faint lemon with a sweet taste? I thought you were the whole world, but it took me a long time to find out that I still have a better and farther vision ... I want to take care of him and I will be happy in this life. Go on ... Do you remember that you said the autumn dusk was beautiful, and I saw it-really-you said that if I was happy, you would be happy ... Now that I am happy, will you be happy in heaven?
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? I only like you to laugh. You are happy, I am happy, so you will be happy, right? Remember: the flower language of dandelion; Be together forever.
The merry-go-round is the saddest game in the world.
Always follow, but never catch up ... If I can only make one wish in my life, I hope to be with you forever ... Please give me some advice if these words are few.
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I'm really glad to have you. The essay about love is 800 words.
I'm really glad to have you. I am really happy to have you by my side these days and always accompany me.
Every day, I surf the Internet just to find you. Qq is boring without you.
I am so happy that I am cared for by you every day, and someone is waiting for me every day.
Today, no, to be exact, yesterday was Singles Day.
Yesterday morning, you said, I wish you an early end to your single life.
I wish you, too, an early end to single life.
We'd better end our single life together.
I don't know if this is the bud of love, but you are already my support.
I'm used to having you around. Although I haven't been waiting for me, I always feel at ease with you.
We are all the same, the same shy, the same not to say love.
I won't say this word, I won't say it easily. I want to talk about a love that never breaks up, so I dare not fall in love easily.
I believe you are a good boy, and I believe you feel the same way.
A roommate said, I won't tell you, senior, even if it's not good, it won't be bad in a junior's heart.
You are really good in my heart.
Whether you are good or not, it is enough to be good to me.
That night, you suddenly felt very sad, saying that we are talking so high now, and after graduation, you will definitely not contact.
I can see that you still care about me, otherwise how could you think of this; How can a short message scare you and think that there is something wrong with me?
Don't worry, I won't let us be out of touch like this. If you don't like calling, I will call you! I always stay up late at night to accompany me and say that I will sleep if you sleep.
Also, I had a drink last night. Tell me if I'm online.
Hee hee ... really happy! This is really happy.
I really hope this kind of life will never change.
This article, I am very simple, just recording my feelings in my heart.
I'm really glad to have you.
College love, can I have it? I don't want to let go if I have it! So how can I pursue it easily, but I can fall in love regardless? What about the future? Are you sure you won't break up for any reason? I'm afraid of parting, I'm afraid of sadness, and I'm not hurt like any of us.
But I also want to have simple love, not because of family, not because of the economy, not because of anything, just a good love, and it doesn't matter whether we are together or not.
But I'm not that free and easy.
If one day without you, how should I face it? If one day, you are a friend, I can hide and cry; However, if it is a boyfriend and girlfriend, I don't know how to face it.
Can I still be so handsome? It would be great if you could.
Besides, if we became boyfriend and girlfriend, would we still be like this? Play naturally and tolerate each other? Honey.
I wish you happiness.
I love you every day of my life.
Thank you for your company.
I'm glad to have you!
What are Feng Zikai's prose works?
Feng Zikai's prose collection consists of more than a dozen essays about Yuan Yuan Tang, the carriage club, the frank collection and the rewriting of Yuan Yuan Tang.
Feng Zikai's early prose mainly wandered in children's innocent emotional world, including Children and For My Children. Another example is Mountain Shelter, Willow, Carriage Society and Eating Melon Seeds, all of which are based on daily things and contain rational interests. There are Ananda and artistic religions to explore the true meaning of Buddhism in life and nature.
Since then, the vision has been broadened, and there are descriptions of the hardships of working people, such as "Meat Leg" and "West Lake Boat"; There are nostalgia for the homeland and accusations against the Japanese aggressors, such as Ci Yuan Yuan Tang and Victory Return. There are satirical corrupt officials, such as greedy cats and bandits in the mouth.
In art, he is good at reasoning in narration, describing euphemistically, choosing life fragments with philosophy and full of humor.