If you are well, it is a sunny day to express your love letter 1
Every course of life cannot escape fate. Just like you and me, we can hold hands in the world of mortals, but forget each other in the ever-changing rivers and lakes. Unpredictable, but also after several generations of reincarnation, in order to get temporary together.
Always fantasizing about a dream for a thousand years, what is it like to dream about the whole city? There is a feeling that you can remember it for a lifetime with just one look. It doesn't need to last forever, and it doesn't need to be with you day and night. As long as we leave a mark on each other's hearts, it is enough to face each other across the world in the morning and evening.
Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a gourd ladle to drink. I have forgotten when and where I saw this sentence. I only feel that for an instant, I touched the softest depths of my heart.
Even now, I still remember that I am here, and I have not forgotten it, nor have I forgotten it.
I can only sigh that you disappeared in Tang and Song poetry with this sentence, leaving me endless memories. Light as water, misty as smoke, irrelevant, always connected. Give up the love of the world, send a message for three lives. I only wish the sky was bright and the moon was round.
Silently. Innocence slipped invisibly from fingers, leaving fleeting traces of corrosion, mottled and uneven. What I can't take down is bronze memory. I also want to study hard, but the fireworks left on the other side always read the hearts of spring flowers and autumn moons with romantic feelings. Cangshan has been shaking for ages, all for you. The Yangtze River cried for thousands of years, all for the monarch. Through the cold winter and warm spring, through Qian Shan. Drink dew for a meal, lean on the sky and go down the railing. Come through thick and thin, just want to give you fragrance and give you softness. * * * You love your children deeply, and you will accompany you all your life.
This situation is uncertain, one second is not short, and ten thousand years is not long.
Because, I always believe that if I have the heart, the end of the world is close at hand, and if I have no chance, I will only sleep on one side. The sky is high and wide, and I only cut a sunrise. Wave after wave, I only picked up a spray. But now, you're gone. Let it fly and fly, and there is nothing to worry about. Makes me homesick and confused.
If the heart has been broken and people have gone, then who is the sad Changfeng in the cycle of life, you say; Your last look back is the most helpless decision, so I can only ask you to keep it for me in your previous life, with a touch of pure white.
At the moment, however, Leng Yue is in a state of diarrhea, covered with clouds, and infatuated with you. Swear on the red pillar. I stayed alone on another bridge, watching all the ups and downs, waiting for the sunset to return to the boat.
If you are well, it will be sunny. Today, you and I are like an invisible veil, feeling within reach, but it seems like a lifetime ago, forgetting a dream, so you are the flower on the other side.
If destiny takes a hand, we can only be on the edge of fate, and the two of us forget each other. Let me be a tear in your eyes. Turn into a river beyond the three realms, go downstream and bury my fallen petal in your present world.
If you are fine, it is a sunny day to express your love letter 2.
People with depression may need a partner. In spring, you can sit under the cherry trees in the park for a while. If you want to drink at night, you can always go to the small restaurant outside. You can go to the movies together. The world is so big, there are really few people around you. Very few. I don't know how others live. It should be the same. Go to the restaurant to eat alone. Walking through the crowd, there was no one to talk to.
The plight of so many people is the same in essence and form. Not surprising. Not difficult.
Growing up, she has been waiting for someone who can take her away. Now I know that the best way is to find your own direction and be able to take a person with you. In fact, it doesn't matter which man you are with, whether it ends or starts. The important thing is that the star will change its trajectory. The dark road it assigned to her is coming to an end, the bright light begins to flash, and a new road will be opened.
Sometimes when eating, but seeing everyone's witty remarks like pearls, it gradually makes people feel boring. Is it urgent to be so smart and exposed? Urgent things are usually not elegant enough.
A person must be beautiful, intelligent, kind and completely unaware, which is valuable. Once you have self-knowledge, the product will automatically drop to a higher level. Just like gardenias don't know how fragrant, orchids don't know how quiet.
The best love is that two people accompany each other. Don't bind, don't entangle, don't possess, don't rush to dig meaning from each other, it is doomed to failure. It should be, the two of us, standing side by side, looking at this lonely world.
There are two separate rooms, each working in the room. Let's find a small restaurant to eat. You can have a lot to say when you walk. You will feel safe when you hug each other. Don't interfere with each other's freedom, even if he is still in contact with his ex-girlfriend. Plain and familiar, as if his taste is your own. Whenever and wherever you are, you should keep a distance from each other. Same taste in life. Including clothes, records, perfume, food, etc. I won't miss each other too much, but when I am tired, I know he is at home.
The people we meet easily are selfish or stupid. They love others just to prove that others can love themselves. Or hold on to it until it dies.
Mature feelings need to spend time waiting for its fruit. But we are impatient. Who will spend 10 years waiting for a person who travels far away? /kloc-after a long journey of 0/0 years, who would want to go back to find that person? Some love cannot be proved because it is too eager to get its effect, so it cannot be established.
On the night bus, I thought, I want a quiet man. I hope he has warm eyes and warm hands. But how hard is it to find it? You can find your identity and your goal, but warmth is rare. People who fell in love many years ago like to blossom. Those people, now, are actually an unconscious trip.
Just looking for a little warmth, I have been saying goodbye, and I have never found what I imagined. They are like passengers on the night train, ups and downs, separated in the village before dawn.
If you are fine, it is a sunny day to express your love letter.
When I came to this strange and familiar city, the scenery remained the same and personnel changed. More and more uneasy, more and more afraid. Lonely, even friends are gradually alienated. I slowly locked myself up, and no one could see how lonely I was under my cold face. Refuse to bow, refuse to be soft. Even though I know I don't want to lose, I still try to be brave and stubborn and don't care. Round and round, meet and separate. In such a big city, I can no longer feel my persistence and tenacity. At that time, I was desperate. At this time, I was very sad and lost. I want to say, I'm tired and I want to go home. No matter how big the world is, I don't want to see it. I just want to get a hug from my mother, lie on her lap and listen to her talk about some city tunes. I want to have a beautiful and happy dream. In my dream, I hope you still treat me like before, or you are gentle. Still that love, still that warmth. You know, I gamble with all my assets. I know the ending, but I am still desperate. I know my parents' medicine is bitter, but I am still desperate. I know others are gossiping, but I'm determined to put all my eggs in one basket. How persistent and sad. What a painful understanding! But I still insist. I just want to be alone, in a vast world, wandering alone, wandering alone.
Lift the curtain of missing, gently open a long list of missing, and let the dusty feelings gradually recover. I really don't want to lose that tender affection in a hurry. Let my love for you turn into a confession love letter and send it to you in the breeze.
A person who claims to love philosophy told me that when love comes quietly, you will miss it as hard as sand. Don't be discouraged, make persistent efforts and use all kinds of killers. For example, gentle, innocent girls and so on. As long as he is not a cold-blooded and incomparable person, he will definitely appreciate your beauty again. As long as he finds that you are so indispensable and precious, he will accept you happily. Although his heart is still dotted with dream lovers, who stipulates that everyone must be with goddess or male god? There are too many variables, either she despises him, or he is not worthy of her, or his personality is different, or his firm determination is not enough, or a third party intervenes in an experiential way, or his living habits conflict, or his little moves cause scale, or her playboy indulgence is pitied by her to let her go. In short, people cannot do whatever they want after all. It's okay to be with a persistent and naive girl or a loyal and warm man. This is not a tragic will, but a serious life. When you feel life with your heart, you will know that what you need is not a distant castle in the air, but a delicious food that can be simply described. This is the precipitation of life, this is the meaning of life!
I think I can understand the love words of philosophy lovers. As long as I insist on everything, I will definitely get what I want, even if you are at a disadvantage stage!
I evaluate myself and estimate that I am actually good-looking, eccentric and generous, at least in the past, and now I dare not use positive words. Just because the nose is concave, the five senses are no longer delicate. For myself who has been extremely narcissistic or even narcissistic, it is simply a sharp knife that goes into my heart effortlessly. It was a bolt from the blue! In the end, I am no longer confident and cheerful, and my gas field is gradually decreasing, and I can't exude charming brilliance. The general state is shy, and I always have scruples when I contact the opposite sex. I am very coy and pretentious. The number of admirers is gradually decreasing, and the mentality is becoming more and more decadent. I blame everything on my collapsed nose and have been trying to repair it and make it regain its former charm.
"Why don't you go for plastic surgery!" Liu Kai was very angry. He comforted me carefully. Although your appearance is slightly flawed, it does not affect or hinder your pursuit of happiness. Love is deep. Although physical beauty is the standard pursued by men, it has not risen to the point of perdition without it, and the degree of attraction to the opposite sex also depends on other charm values, such as elegance and charm. These are beautiful things that are not deeply related to the five senses and come from the heart! But I know all this, but when you lose what you are proud of, can you still say that I am still perfect? After all, it has been lost, and it is not qualified. Just like the college entrance examination, whoever gets on the line will be admitted to a first-class university. I also know that Liu Kai has always been with me, even if I become like this. But I always have a knot in my heart. He is very heroic and tall. In contrast, I am a flawed jasper, small and exquisite. How can I be worthy of a person who is deeply cared for by God? Aren't men and women supposed to be perfect? I will underestimate myself. It's not the right couple anyway, and I can't accept other people's gossip and pointing fingers! But Liu Kai has made a lot of efforts and struggles for me, such as publishing Ugly New World on the Internet? Call on everyone to give warmth to women with defective looks and sternly expose their right to be happier. But Liu Kai's exposition, where can I hear every word? I just feel sorry for myself from the perspective of inferiority!
However, I am not a person who has been depressed. I always want to catch up. The words of people who love philosophy also give me a feeling: as long as I persist, I will succeed! So I started my journey of seeking love as humble as an ant, so that my friends were very sad when they saw it. They all said to me: Would you like to be my girlfriend? But I am stubborn and refuse to accept warmth. The man I pursued was excellent, with excellent appearance and background, and finally succumbed to my first boyfriend under my soft grinding and hard foam. But he despised me very much because of my low profile, and repeatedly broke his word and had sex with others. My compromise aroused his extreme disgust. I always wanted a chaotic reason, and the reason he gave me made me wake up from a dream. After all, he still cares about my appearance, not only does not retreat, but also unscrupulously reveals scars. I am disappointed in life. Doesn't that mean that as long as I live with my heart, I may become his need? Although he was desperate, the last bit of dignity let him break up. He seemed to be touched, but he left smartly.
If you are fine, this is a sunny day to express your love letter.
I didn't say anything because I couldn't fully understand what everyone was discussing. I saw my deskmate talking with her friend about her new pen, and then she suddenly turned her head, slowed down and introduced me solemnly: "My name is Zhang Xiuli." With a nonstandard Mandarin, I can still hear that she is working hard and her tone is as extreme as possible. Seeing that I was at a loss, she wrote down her name and handed it to me.
Then I introduced myself and wanted to make friends with her. There are some girls playing on the podium not far from me. I can always see their smiling eyebrows and hear their hearty laughter, which makes me quickly integrate into the new class. Just when I was talking and laughing with my new classmates, there was a loud noise behind my head. All the laughter came to an abrupt end, and the wind seemed to be suddenly still. All eyes turned to the back. It was the sound of the back door hitting the wall, and then there was a girl's roar. I saw this man furious, fierce as a wolf, staring at a boy. The corner of her eye swept me, and I couldn't help shivering, thinking it was for the best.
Walking around the garden twice, I noticed pink and white flowers on an unknown tree. I stopped in surprise and lost myself in infinite reverie.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands rushed at my shoulder, and I was unprepared. The whole person rushed forward for a few meters and almost hit the camphor tree in front. A cool breeze blew, and a few leaves that were not all yellow floated into my sight. Her voice is so sweet when I hear someone calling my name. I looked back curiously and saw the domineering figure again, which reminded people of her fierce eyes, but this time it was completely different. There is a faint osmanthus fragrance. She smiled at me in the breeze, comfortable and beautiful. Several girls traveling with her have already walked in front of us, and one of them turned around and shouted, "Little Qian Qian." I recognized her as the monitor of our class, and then little Qian Qian said to me in a sweet voice, "My name is little Qian Qian." Then I followed the girls.
Bright sunshine, sprinkled in front of the French window, the smell of safe time, spread in my heart. Show a roll of history books, read a few stories about the world of mortals, and how many family ties have been lost in fleeting fireworks? Life is like a play, you come and go, but you are only a character in the play. With different original intentions, it interprets different experiences, whether sad or happy, appreciates others, and at the same time, it has become a love letter in the eyes of others.
If you are fine, this is a sunny day to express your love letter.
The beauty of a hero, lingering in life and death, is a thrilling melody, desolate and beautiful, and is sung in the world. The Republic of China, that magnificent era, is like a bright and vast galaxy, magnificent and wonderful, shining the world. Thirty years of war, there are heroic elegies of heroes, the guidance of princes and princes, and the lovelorn love of talented people and beautiful women. Although all the past events have been drowned by the falling dust, those touching legends are still fresh and earth-shattering.
Spring breeze and autumn rain, vicissitudes for a hundred years. Through the old days, charming women walked through the bluestone alley, wearing cheongsam, stepping on agarwood and coming from the deep house compound with a determined smile. "The phoenix is unusual, and the phoenix falls on the Phoenix Mountain. There are many Sanskrit languages in the ancient temples in the mountains, and there are non-human worlds. " Yu Fengzhi, an elegant and reserved woman of the Republic of China, explained love with her life's tolerance, and let future generations understand that there is a kind of beauty called waiting.
Born in a famous family, the fortune teller approved it as "a far-reaching fortune, which is a phoenix's fate." She, like a lotus flower in the lotus pond after the rain, is beautiful and free from vulgarity, blooming in the world. "Evil lie Joule crow more leakage, clear autumn Leng Yue as white as day. Tears streaming down her face, people are poor and thin, looking at the northern horizon. There was a sudden storm on the pillow, and I was afraid of how to suffer. Pray for God's blessing and recruit people as before. " This little sentence, brilliant in literary talent, was written on Zhang Xueliang's first expedition, and was written affectionately and vividly on paper. It recorded the best time. The couple held hands under the moon, cut candles at the west window and enjoyed poetry, calligraphy and painting. The world is stable, and the years are not sad. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Beauty, like fireworks, is always short-lived I was surprised at first sight, but I passed by when I saw you again. Nanjing broke up, but the result was farewell. From then on, the world was boundless and lifeless for two days.
When your hair reaches your waist, I will marry you. It was a disaster to meet him in the most beautiful years. Young and handsome, rebellious and bohemian. Holding your hand and growing old with your son is her simplest wish. Therefore, I would rather be as low as a flower in the dust. But it still can't save her husband's fickle feelings. A wrong love is a lifelong mistake, with a wrong beginning and a wrong ending, and turning around is forever. Since then, both sides of the Taiwan Province Strait have lived independently. If meeting is doomed to be a tragedy, why is it just a person's loneliness?
Time flies and the song is over. All you owe me is prosperity. A forbearing woman lost the love of others, leaving her with a life of desolation. Half a century, how long? Long enough to make you look old and your hair turn into snowflakes. Just for you all my life. She has been waiting for Zhang Xueliang to change his mind. Time goes by, but what never dies is her infatuation. Countless days and nights, long waiting, is a person's loneliness. "The falling flowers are intentional, and the water is ruthless." He never looked back. In the end, she was buried alone under the black marble of the Rose Cemetery in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles. The name on the tombstone is as red as blood. Zhang. It turns out that love is deeply rooted and has long been integrated into the blood. Love is my choice. Even if I fail, it has nothing to do with you.