Deep in the heart

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Deep in the heart

Deep in the heart, I am searching alone,

Deep in the soul, longing is the most perfect bridge.

In the journey of life, we slowly discover the consciousness of missing.

The sun is shining brightly, I open my eyes lightly, but I can’t find that familiar figure. Fear slowly takes over my heart, where are you? I can't express it in words, I can't move my young legs to find you, I can only howl and cry. Deep in my heart, pure thoughts.

On a soft moonlit night, when I opened the textbook, a scene between classes appeared. But why doesn't the teacher hold my hand? Dumb, dazed. Deep in my heart, childish thoughts.

In the bustling street market, people are passing by, you and I pass by. Suddenly looking back, I suddenly saw that sweet spring-like smile. The hazy longing deep in the soul.

I left my hometown for my career, for my life, for my ideals, my undying ideas. But how are you in your hometown now? Deep in my heart, my most sincere thoughts.

In front of the flowers and under the moonlight, on the tree-lined road, I eagerly opened the window, looking for the footsteps we walked together, and feeling the time we walked together. A little obsession, a little flavor. Deep in my heart, I long for you.

In a dark hell, a dark cage, I faced the four walls with tears in my eyes: I'm sorry for making you worry. Deep in the heart, repentant thoughts.

With a "pop" sound, the cute doll was shattered into pieces, and you were instantly stunned. The unsatisfactory scores on the test paper tell the story of my inner conflicts. Maybe you will understand when you grow up. Deep in my heart, the most sincere thoughts. (Sentences about bad mood)

With gray hair, looking through the autumn water, every gesture of my hands and feet is filled with concern for you. Holding on to the door wall, half stepping out of the threshold, are you here? Deep in my heart, my most sincere thoughts.

Time is like water, and thoughts are like flowers. If the streams always converge into the center of the sea, then the thoughts will continue to be buried in our hearts.

My thoughts are like water, and my life is like flowers. But the water keeps washing our hair and skin, washing away the dust and returning to cleanliness, but it cannot restore the flawless appearance of a baby.

But we grew up from it.

Deep in my heart, I am a powerful consciousness of longing, as pure and innocent as a baby, as innocent and childlike as a toddler, as novel and fun as a teenager, as if I am a young man. The passionate pursuit of love is another example of the longing to return to one's true nature in his later years.

I am not lonely, but I am lonely, but I support it. Deep in my heart, my thoughts still exist.

I have been wronged and tortured a lot, but I can’t bear to leave. Deep in my heart, I still miss you.

I am lonely, but I am not lonely. Deep in my heart, my thoughts are there.

I bravely climb to the top, exhaust my horizons, enjoy the joy of success, and cherish my thoughts deep in my heart.

Deep in the soul, the consciousness of longing, the call from the heart, is the embrace when you are in the desert, the sublimation of joy, the excitement of failure, and the benefit of success. (Personal signature of lovelorn)

Longing gives us the consciousness of laughter, anger, sorrow, and joy. Deep in the soul, longing is the most true expression of emotion.

Deep in my heart, I am the simplest me. . .

The older people grow up, the more they long for time to stay. However, youth will not stop because of you and me.

And missing is the true proof of the passage of time.

No matter how helpless, apologetic, and heart-breaking life is, maybe we gave up before, maybe we were desperate before, but we still exist strong, but we still go on unyieldingly. Ah.

Oh, it is precisely because we have thoughts in our hearts and thoughts in our thoughts.

What a colorful life! It is because of you that thousands of different people have been created. Cheerful and quiet; kind and vicious; simple and deep; transcendent and ordinary. But on the journey through life, we are no longer smooth and flawless. Lies of good and evil fill the world, and we often create illusions for our own hearts. Deep in my soul, layers of fog constantly cover the true me. But you don’t know that deep down in your heart, the most real me is the most vital me. It keeps breaking through the fog. Contradictory heart! I am the truest me.

Deep in my heart, I am the most unyielding me.

Summer flowers are brilliant, but how many people can bloom like brilliant summer flowers throughout the summer? The grass is ordinary, but as tough as it is, how can it be said that it is not beautiful?

Deep in my heart, I am the truest me and the toughest me. (Alexander Dumas)

Open your heart and let your consciousness penetrate the layers of fog like sunlight, a little unclear, a little blurred, and a little throbbing. I broke through the layers of haze and saw myself, the real me, sometimes like a baby, sometimes like a youth, sometimes like a child, sometimes like an old man, a little awake, a little touched, a little clear.

Deep in my thoughts, my most rudimentary self·

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Deep in my heart

In my heart Deep down in my heart, the left is my mother and the right is my father.

I always think of Left and Right in the days when I am lonely, helpless and sad. I wonder what they are doing, whether they are hunched over and walking forward vigorously in the strong wind, whether they are walking in the heavy rain. The middle body was trembling while doing rough work. Tears fall quietly when I think of these, for their bitter experience of hard and tiring work without any regrets!

They could have played cards and had fun like other parents. But they chose to let us brothers and sisters go to school. In rural areas, this choice is looked down upon by others, but they always have hope in us. During so many hard days, they always told me, "As long as you become successful, you will no longer have to live such hard days." I know and they know that these words are just to comfort myself and find a good excuse for my tired heart. Maybe they never thought that we would not be able to make them happy in a short time after graduation. Maybe it would take a long time. Maybe they would save it and buy a house when they got rich...

Therefore, parents are Live for your children and their future, not for your own pleasure. It turns out that it is so easy to make a choice as a parent. Although they are difficult, they never take sides, and they are all so balanced to us. They take care of each of us wholeheartedly, including good food, good clothing, and good use. Their lives revolve around this.

People always have to grow up, and when they are away from home, they always think of all the good things about home. When we were away from home, our parents always treasured every penny in their hands, for fear of throwing it away, but when we came home, they didn't care and spent the money they saved little by little to buy us a lot of snacks. I heard from my neighbors that our parents rarely buy groceries when we are not at home, and the ones we buy are always very cheap...

However, I failed to give up my college dream as they wished, and instead chose to work part-time. I hope that I can help them relieve some of the pressure in life. Although there is too much in my heart, I can’t bear to think of giving up. At that moment I knew I would regret it, but I still insisted on my decision and came to the city of my dreams (Dongguan). They didn’t know why I did this. Seeing their disappointed expressions, my heart ached. Just say sorry silently. I thought I could find some dreams of my own when I came there, and I thought I could make up for my previous choices. Try your best to make yourself happy every day, and work hard to learn and learn again. He was single and working outside, but his family gave all his expectations to his brother. My brother is about to graduate from college, and all the difficulties have passed. But now we are afraid of time, which makes our parents gradually grow older; afraid that it will bring a person to another world; afraid that it will not give us enough It’s time to repay your parents and that caring family.

In life, I am not a smart person. Although not smart, he learned and understood contentment. Don't expect too many things that are out of reach. As long as you cherish the people and things that belong to you, that's enough. Be simpler, be more confused, be more tolerant, there is nothing wrong with it, let everything go, and maybe you will get more...

I think the most important thing in life is to cherish what you get. Be happy and joyful! Thanks to my parents! Be grateful for the people and things around you. At this moment, I will still face life strongly. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I will try the challenge. I only firmly believe that if you pay, you will be rewarded.

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The person hidden deep in the heart

Su Qian was conflicted in her heart for a long time, how about writing this article? .

Everyone, perhaps, will have a person hidden somewhere in his/her heart, in a deep corner; whether you are willing to admit it or not, after all, he/she exists.

——Words written before

I saw Yi Xiaoxiao again, in the school library.

To be precise, we can’t say we met again, because Su Qian and Yi Xiaoxiao often met in professional classes.

Su Qian actually saw Yi Xiaoxiao coming over early, but just pretended not to see it. When Yi Xiaoxiao walked in, he summoned the courage to turn his head and say hello to her. Normally, Su Qian was timid when seeing Yi Xiaoxiao, and didn't even have the courage to look her in the face. Even though they were classmates, or because Yi Xiaoxiao had rejected him, she always felt inexplicable fear.

Yi Xiaoxiao was so thin that when she first saw him, she always had some unspeakable feeling inside. Yi Xiaoxiao always seemed cold to strangers and lively to familiar people, but he didn't know who Su Qian was.

Yi Xiaoxiao saw Su Qian greeting him, and waved to him with an angelic smile. Therefore, Su Qian couldn't stand it anymore and fell drunk at that moment. It was at that moment that the tough-tongued Su Qian finally admitted that he still loved Yi Xiaoxiao.

Although, he had sworn a long time ago not to pursue Yi Xiaoxiao; although he rarely mentioned her in his mouth or among his classmates; although, despite everything, Su Qian still gave up...

There is always that kind of person in your life, who is not your best friend, let alone your lover. However, every time her appearance will always inadvertently disrupt your originally planned life; every time you want to escape from the deepest waves in your heart, you will be ruthlessly swept back into the sea.

However, she was stupidly and naively placed in a place that she considered to be the deepest and safest place in her heart, a place that others could not touch. Every time, he wanted to bury her very, very deep, but as soon as Yi Xiaoxiao appeared, Su Qian instantly felt the blood surging.

Yi Xiaoxiao is a person who is not easy to get close to, at least in Su Qian’s view. The reason is very simple: Su Wei pursues her hard, and the only thing Yi Xiaoxiao is sensitive to men is in anime. figure. It's jealousy and hate.

Su Qian will still pay attention to her space and his people, but he will not set her as a "personal concern". As for why, Su Qian doesn't know, maybe he is escaping, or Or just a boring struggle. Like a fish that wants to swim to the Antarctic, when the cold current hits, the fish freezes miserably on the ocean surface and cannot even see the direction clearly, but it still swings its tail with determination. In any case, Yi Xiaoxiao is irreplaceable in Su Qian's heart.

The stars that cannot be reached are always the brightest. Su Qian understands, but is still stubborn...

In the past, Yi Xiaoxiao loved animation, so Su Qian also watched it.

In the past, Yi Xiaoxiao loved music that Su Qian had rarely heard, so Su Qian also tried to listen to it;

In the past, Yi Xiaoxiao loved music that Su Qian had rarely listened to. Chewing xylitol on the headphones, so Su Qian walked like this...

Yi Xiaoxiao didn’t change, as usual; Su Qian didn’t change either, when Yi Xiaoxiao walked by him, he still walked It was hard to calm down for a long time. If Yi Xiaoxiao was saying a word to him, Su Qian would be in a state of ecstasy. However, Su Qian no longer blatantly loves her, she has learned and understood it and kept it in her heart. However, Su Qian didn't know what Yi Xiaoxiao's position was in his heart. He only knew that he had always felt for Yi Xiaoxiao before.

Su Qian really wanted to tell Yi Xiaoxiao, but what should she tell her? Or, what if I tell you? Yi Xiaoxiao had rejected him 2 years ago.

So, Su Qian helplessly buried Yi Xiaoxiao deeper in her heart... She would only say softly in her heart: I wish you happiness, Yi Xiaoxiao!

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The sunset deep in the heart

Just like nature, wisdom also has its own scene. Sunrises and moonlights, which often bring me joy to the point of tears, have never moved me more deeply than this vast and melancholy embrace, which, on evening walks, rises and falls in our souls. The undulating waves are like the shining sunset on the sea. So we quickened our pace in the dark. A cute animal that is faster than a cavalry speeds up its running speed, which makes people dizzy and ecstatic. We tremble and surrender ourselves to the surging thoughts with full trust and joy. It would be best for us to grasp and control these trends of thought, but we find it increasingly difficult to resist their control. We enter the dark fields with affection, paying homage to the oak trees shrouded in darkness, to the solemn countryside, to the witnesses of the impulse that controls us and intoxicates us. Lifting our eyes to space, we sigh with emotion and recognize the mysterious reflection of our thoughts among the clouds moved by the farewell to the sun. We disappear into the fields faster and faster, dogs following us, horses carrying us, brothers and sisters silent, and sometimes there is not even anything alive around us. The flowers on our collars or the cane turning joyfully in our heated hands even receive, in glances and tears, the melancholy tribute of our ecstasy.