There are many things in life. What can be forgotten is called the past, and what cannot be forgotten is called memory. Sometimes, it is difficult to hide a person's loneliness for too long. If it lasts too long, people will become silent. At that time, some of the past feelings cannot be recovered. Perhaps, when a tireless journey ends, only those standing at the end will feel tired. In fact, I have always understood that it is not easy to be with one person all the time.

No one has the patience to listen to you tell your story, because everyone has something to say; no one likes to hear you complain about life, because everyone has their own pain; most people in the world are lonely, There are very few people in this world who are willing to listen and are used to silence. ——I no longer want to mention my past to others. The loneliness and desolation that I struggled with in my nightmare will be left to time and slowly become indifferent.

We can never go back ------ We can no longer have a childhood; no junior high school; no first love; no happiness as before, no more Happiness, sadness, pain. ------ Yesterday, one second ago, it was impossible to go back. ------ Life turns out to be an out-of-print movie that cannot be played back!

In life, people are constantly leaving or entering. So, what was seen was lost; what was remembered was forgotten. ------In life, there are constant gains and losses. So, what is invisible is seen; what is forgotten is remembered. ------ But does the invisible mean that it does not exist? Remember, will it never disappear?

Don’t let deep love turn into pain ------ If you don’t love someone, please let go so that others can have a chance to love them. If the person you love gives up on you, please let go of yourself so that you can have the opportunity to love someone else. ------ You don’t have to own someone to love someone, but you must love someone well if you own someone.

A lifetime of looks, passing scenery ------ In the world of mortals, we pass each other by, in the end, whose scenery is whose... I only know that when distance is no longer a distance, we We will definitely meet and form water, ice, or dust... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am your long-awaited return

No matter how good things are, there are There is a day of loss, no matter how deep the memory is, there is also a day of forgetting the person you love again, there is also a day of leaving, no matter how beautiful the dream is, there is also a day of awakening. What should be given up, never keep what should be cherished, never let go. You can't be friends after a breakup, because each other Hurt! We cannot be enemies because we loved each other deeply.

Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness. Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness. Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh. , meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness.

When you really can’t let go, go to the intensive care unit or the cemetery. You will easily understand that you have already received too much. What’s more, you are greedy, have too little time, and have too many fun things. From respecting life There is no need to worry about the angle.

There is always someone waiting for you somewhere in this world. If it's not here, it's not this time, it will be there, that time, waiting for you. ------ You are happy if you have someone you can miss.

Happy moments are half with you and half in dreams; ------ painful moments are half separation and half silently thinking about you...

I began to miss the desolate years and the splendid rivers and lakes that I once held in my hands. ——And those who have loved and hated.

In a life that is bright and fading, I would like to be a lamp to warm your coldness and take care of your life. (Inspiring the world

The moon is shining, the stars are faint, and the ripples of the river are shy and clear. The moment I meet you, I find eternity in my life.

I am trapped in the mud. The most precious revolutionary quality is to be untainted and immune to the sugar-coated bullets of the bourgeoisie.

I would like to be a tree, standing on the road you must pass. I would like to be a cloud, blocking it for you. The sun is scorching.

The face is like a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are red without any spots, and the eyebrows are green without paint.

They are all rational minds. , just like a knife with all sharp edges, it makes the hands of those who use it bleed.

The bitterness and beauty of life have given me an understanding of life. Now, I have traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers,

The sun is still there. We travel through light and shadow and continue along the footsteps of history. Move forward,