1. Ancient poems about forgetting
1. Nalan Rongruo
A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for teaching and ecstasy
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? ——Huatangchun
The fragrance of tea was lost when gambling on books. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary——Huanxisha
Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable.
Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the spring breeze in the eyes is full of things.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the joy.
After saying goodbye like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon has turned to the west.—— Picking mulberry seeds
Cherishing flowers requires self-love, and don’t only feel pain for flowers. - Linjiang Fairy
Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers, destroyed by layers of ice and snow.
< p> A sparse tree is cold in the early hours of the morning. Love it because of the bright moon.Being haggard is also related.
Finally, after the silken threads have shaken, they will teach people to recall the spring mountains.
The dream of wearing a skirt is intermittent. The west wind is full of hatred,
It cannot blow away the eyebrows.
——Linjiang Fairy
If only life is Just like when we first met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan?
It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change. - Magnolia Flower Ling Guest, do you know what happened to you? I burst into tears. I recalled my life in the sound of heartbreak.——Huanxisha
Half a lifetime of duckweed is lost in the water, and a night of cold rain buries famous flowers.——Shanhuazi
Since ancient times, people have been sentimental and often sick, and a snap of the fingers brings tears like silk - Poppy
2. Among the nineteen ancient poems
"Traveling, Repeating, Traveling"
Missing you makes people grow old, and the years are suddenly too late
"The Faraway Altair"
There is a lot of water in the room, and the pulse is speechless
"Mengdong Cold Qi" To"
The upper part talks about longing for each other, and the lower part talks about long separation.
3. Yuefu Poems
"Thinking"
From From now on, don’t miss me again. I miss you so much!
"Shangxie"
Shangxie, I want to know you, and live forever. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the cold in winter shakes the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, I dare to fight with you.
"Dan Ge Xing"
Qing Qing Zi Jin, soothing my heart.
"Meeting Xing"
It is better not to meet each other than not to meet each other. The love between each other is deep, and we can understand our hearts without saying anything.
The spring breeze is blowing, how late is the evening rain? The reason is that the three blue birds are more likely to report longing for lovesickness.
The scenery is not waiting for anyone, and the hair will turn into silk in a moment.
"The White Head Song"
The snow on the mountain is as bright as the snow. Yunjianyue.
I heard that you have two opinions, so I came to reject you.
I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart. 2. Add 100 verses about forgetting
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For reference. . .When will spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?
Poppy
When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moonlight.
The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward!
Poppy ---- sad death
The future and the past are blown by the wind, and the temples are gradually stained with frost. The ambition has not been fulfilled, and the strength is gradually declining. I touch my knees and groan, and I feel hesitant when I stand up or sit down.
Young people’s ambitions are always frivolous, but now they end up in the Yangtze River. Even if I am willing to die and return to the Yan Mansion, how can I see Zhou Lang?
Poppy---Listen to the Rain
The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle dims the tent. The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind!
Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house, there are stars on the temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every step of the way is dripping until dawn! 3. Poems, good words and sentences, famous quotes, paragraphs, articles about forgetting (urgent request
A poem related to forgetting. The prelude of Plum Blossom Three Alleys. The sound of Xiao came, and the sound of Xiao sounded like water flowing. It is ancient. There is still blood on the ground. At this night, the blood is on the ground. Bloody plum blossoms are splashing all over the ground. I know that I am still alive. I am not as cowardly as people think. No matter how difficult the action is, I have done it abnormally. Simply I am the world The only moving musical instrument is bamboo.
The antique wind blew me, the wind blew my desolate whistle, and the fragments of heaven fell. Snowflakes fell on the ground, and a grand funeral came as promised. That year, I believed in fate. I stood on the snow and listened to the feeling in my heart. My broken, hopeless heart was submerged and then ignited. A festive atmosphere was carved up on the spot. Only I was left, an empty body and a withered plum standing in the snow. I still believed in fate and still listened to the distant sound in my heart. First Movement: Cold Mountain Green Calyx Believe in snow, believe in swords, believe in those cold things that calm people. The wind blows from afar, mixed with snowflakes, and flutters on the cheeks. Wake up the child who is dreaming in the dawn. Name him Xiaofeng and tell him: With my face facing the wind, I am beautiful and happy. I seem to have been sleeping for a thousand years. I seem to have just escaped from hell. I am walking around on the great plain with only the horizon. I am the only one (I cannot leave this one). The stranger named Xiaofeng carries me away. He is the son of the wind. I can only see the dust flying after his birth. He abandons his home, his lover and tears, and walks alone to the city where the plum blossoms and snow are in full bloom. He and I are a couple who parted ways. At that time, he was not familiar with the world. He wrote in a book of poems. Next: "A loud bang is the light breaking through the embankment of darkness. The light is sailing towards the universe and the rain is returning to the place where it rises." This is the spell of fate. This is the solemn vow of the lonely. Let us forgive him. He has been burdened with the suffering of hell for a while. He will leave us. He has his own brand-new city-state. It is the center of the plain, the heart of snow, and the sword made of snow is shining with cold light. Believe it! Cold things always make people calm, including tears and harsh words. The white ashes after burning. Snow, only snow. At this moment, only snow falls on my body. The city wall made of snow. The home poured by snow. The snow falls silently on the snow. The wind blows like snowflakes. I move my snow-white wings and fly across the great plains and fly farther away. The snow keeps falling on the empty great plains, and the sound of blessings is endless regardless of the season. In the land of snowy land, the plum blossoms are blooming. The second movement: Sunny green. I left the shadow of the past, and now I think about the willows and the willows. I put down the song, put down the volume, and an inexplicable mood made me decadent. I moved over half of the world. The sun and the moon cycled through the vicissitudes of life. The five-color prayer flags used the sun as the symbol. The Baji Mani stones from the east and west are piled high in the middle, and I live here. The snow has been falling for many years. No matter how much snow falls on my body, the snow is so white that it is so white that it scares people. It is so white that it scares me. Eyes I sit as a blind person in the dark night, lonely and melancholy. I am like a plum blossom blooming on the snow. I can’t find a future or an end. The reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter changes. I silently feel the seasons in my heart. It’s winter. The coldness is so cold that it calms me down in this season. The snowstorm flooded and the whole universe turned its back on me and left. I stood in the empty part. This is a page that I cannot fill in the book of poetry. Maybe this is a misunderstanding. I have let down my life, turned my back on the universe, and turned my back on myself in this world. The blooming and falling of plum blossoms is always like this. The third movement: Three stacks of falling plum blossoms, three distant ancient Xiaos, shaking the snowflakes falling in heaven. Three thousand snow-white plum blossoms are covered with the blood and tears of the singer. The plum blossoms are blooming and falling grandly and tragically. My life is the life of plum blossoms. I am proud and independent in the ice and snow. What a hard white bone is stuck in the snow. I have been lost in a hurry since that summer. I have not even had time to cry. I am a lost lamb. I have been tortured by life and become obedient. Now I bear a heavy crime even though I am young. No one has to forgive me. I am a wanted fugitive. I fled the scene and fled to the Yellow River. My lover is cold in the dark and calms me down. I hope to live. I hope to live in my heart. The human heart is one world and the same. A house where one lives, grows old, sick, and dies. I want to experience my life with my own eyes. The plum blossoms are blooming and the plum blossoms are falling in my heart. At this moment, the sound of Xiao sounds gives me a chance to dance. Dance, the silent song of the hysterical patient shakes the leaves and shakes God. After the dance of love letters issued by spring, the fields are desolate and vast, the snow is everywhere, the plum blossoms are blooming and falling, the echoes are echoing and the sound is endless, like a wisp of nostalgia, like a wisp of regret, eating my flesh and blood like a sword. Now my hands are empty, only empty memories with no content. Is this true? The beginning, the end, the youthful time, let me ruin the three plum blossoms in vain. I have three plum blossoms in the song. I only want to sleep quietly on the hills covered with plum snow and have an honest dream. Dreaming of a beautiful birth. The wind is endless. Like a wisp of whistling, like a wisp of snowflakes circling behind me. Chorus: Fourteen lines of prayer, forgive me! I know that my sins are serious. I know that I have too much suffering to bear, but I am wasting my life in bad wine. I want to stand firm in the world. I want to become a happy person. I want to live through today and live a long life. The language is A sincere poem for a lover. The snowy plum blossoms are falling on the vast earth. Please help me sincerely. I want to live in a city-state with open plumes and snow. The cold time and space calms me down. Well.
Here. Ba.
Mi. Moo.
My melancholy face is your beautiful sacrifice. 4. Write forgotten ancient poems
1. "I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it."
"Linjiang Immortal·Farewell to Wang Jian" Song Dynasty: Su Shi forgot Chengdu It has been ten years since you have thought about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River.
Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountains, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back.
Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?
Definition: I have forgotten those things in Chengdu for more than ten years, but because of your arrival, I have to miss you again and again. To say goodbye today, please take my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river.
How come I don’t know the goodness of my hometown? I have been wandering for a long time, and I have no chance to return home. I have become a lonely guest in the world.
You won't know where the desolate melancholy is, and the heart that has been broken by me will no longer be overly sad.
Today I am giving you a farewell banquet. I hope you can enjoy it. My body has been tossed around like a family. Where can I be my hometown? 2. "Forgot to leave Fengque, serve the country and take Longting."
Sending the Governor of Zhao to Daizhou to get the word Qing Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei The heavenly official moved the stars, and the willow branches in Han Dynasty were green. Thousands of miles away, there was a battle, and the three armies came out of Jingxing.
Forgotten to leave Fengque, serve the country and take Longting. How can we learn from the scholars, who are always reading by the window?
Definition: The generals in the stars in the sky moved, and the willow branches on the Han camp were green. The sound of fighting was heard during the journey of thousands of miles, and the soldiers of the three armies quickly crossed Jingxing.
He bid farewell to the imperial palace and completely forgot about his wealth. He decided to seize the Dragon Court by serving the country with meritorious service. How could they be willing to imitate those scholars and spend their whole lives chewing a book in front of the window?
3. "Drinking·Part 5" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Definition: Build a house in a place where people come and go, but will not be disturbed by worldly interactions.
Ask me why this is the case. As long as you are ambitious, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the Nanshan Mountain in the distance comes into view.
The scenery of Nanshan Mountain is very beautiful in the evening, with mist lingering among the peaks and birds flying back together. This contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don’t know how to express it.
4. "If we love each other but don't love each other, who will love us?" "Spring in the Painting Hall·A pair of people from one generation to the next" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde A pair of people from one generation to the next in a lifetime, fighting for the ecstasy of two places. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. Definition: They are obviously meant to be together for a lifetime, but they cannot be together and are separated in two places.
I often miss and look forward to but cannot be together. Looking at the spring scenery every year, I really don’t know who they are here for? It is not difficult to meet Lanqiao. What is difficult is that even if there is an elixir of immortality, we cannot fly into the moon palace to meet her like Chang'e did. If we could cross the Milky Way to reunite like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, we would be willing to give up our glory and wealth.
5. "Life is about to end with the years, and the body is forgotten;" "New Year's Eve" Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang The world is empty, and the years are passing; the road is full of storms and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost. Life is about to end with the years, and the body and the world are forgotten; there is no more dreams to kill, and the night is still late.
Definition: There is an emptiness between heaven and earth, and time is openly leaving me. At the end of his life, he was frightened by wind and rain, and experienced ice, snow and frost in a remote frontier.
Now that life is coming to an end just like this year, I and my life experiences will be forgotten. From now on, I can no longer dream of drinking Tusu wine on New Year's Day. I can only turn on the lights in the long night. 5. Beautiful and sad sentences about "forgetting the past"
1 One is a gorgeous and short dream, the other is a cruel and long reality.
2. How can we get back the lost years? The smile you once had is still lingering in my memory.
3. I never learned to cry before, but now I often burst into tears.
4. On the old photo in my pocket watch, there is a woman who said she would meet me in heaven. I put her smile closest to time. I just want to have her smile in my time, always.
5. I am just a child who shines with the stars and is lonely with the night.
6. Those who yearn for the sky are lonely.
7. I like fairy tales because I regard them as childhood.
8. When the kite gets tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without looking back?
9. When I want to say something the most, it is often the time when I am the most silent.
10. Under the sunset, a fairy tale-like world.
11. When you really wait for someone, that person will never show up
12. If heaven is too crowded, then let’s go to hell together
13. When the sky clears up, maybe I will love you again
14. Talking to loneliness, but I just don’t want to believe that you have left
15. I Deciding not to shed tears is as firm as your decision to leave me.
16. Just one day away from you, you are as embarrassed as a child who only needs my comfort.
17. The years are flowing through my fingers, and I feel my own stars. Slowly falling from the trajectory. .
18. There is no happiness, but the smile is still there. There is no fairy tale, childhood is still there.
19. The more you want to keep something, the easier it is to lose something
20. At that moment, I seemed to see the whole world collapse in front of me. The tiles in the ruins are all engraved with vivid memories, and now they are quietly attached to the ground. No matter how careful I am to keep walking quietly, I will eventually find that I am just a person exiled by memory.
21. Shedding tears is to think of someone, and trying to think of someone is to remind yourself that there is at least one person worth crying for.
22. Who can resist the drifting clutches of life?
23. The summer that is engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun.
24. Who will take me back to the days when there were only fairy tales?
25. When you really do something, it is often the time when there is no turning back.
26. When you really want to forget someone, that person is already engraved in your heart.
27. People who have not experienced it have no meaning to them.
28. People who say they are realists often do so because their ideals have deepened into reality.
29. Sometimes you say you don’t like something in order to make yourself look very precious when you say you like it.
30. Do I care too much about her? Or maybe, she just doesn't care about me.
31. We all exist in each other's memories.
32. What do shallow and deep represent? It's just that you forget it earlier and forget it later.
33. Some people exist. It's because of fate. So he shouldn't complain about anything.
34. Even if you are drunk and dreaming, it is also a kind of memory, because you can never forget anything.
35. When I can no longer leave you, you have left me.
36. We forget each other in each other.
37. Because we have never known each other, we have never been sad. Never been happier.
38. You used your cold fingertips to gently write dependence on my palm.
39. Even tears are a kind of remembrance. Even if I shed tears, I can't go back to my childhood. 6. Poems, good words and sentences, famous quotes, paragraphs, articles about forgetting (urgent request
A poem related to forgetting. The prelude of Plum Blossom Three Alleys. The sound of Xiao comes, and the sound of Xiao sounds like water flowing. It is ancient. There is still blood on the ground. At this night, the blood is on the ground. Bloody plum blossoms are splashing all over the ground. I know that I am still alive. I am not as cowardly as people think. No matter how difficult the action is, I have done it abnormally. Simply I am the world The only moving musical instrument is bamboo.
The antique wind blew me, the wind blew my desolate whistle, and the fragments of heaven fell. Snowflakes fell on the ground, and a grand funeral came as promised. That year, I believed in fate. I stood on the snow and listened to the feeling in my heart. My broken, hopeless heart was submerged and then ignited. A festive atmosphere was carved up on the spot. Only I was left, an empty body and a withered plum standing in the snow. I still believed in fate and still listened to the distant sound in my heart. First Movement: Cold Mountain Green Calyx Believe in snow, believe in swords, believe in those cold things that calm people. The wind blows from afar, mixed with snowflakes, and flutters on the cheeks. Wake up the child who is dreaming in the dawn. Name him Xiaofeng and tell him: With a plain face facing the wind, I am beautiful and happy. I seem to have been sleeping for a thousand years. I seem to have just escaped from hell. I am walking around on the great plain with only the horizon. I am the only one (I cannot leave this one). The stranger named Xiaofeng carries me away. He is the son of the wind. I can only see the dust flying after his birth. He abandons his home, his lover and tears, and walks alone to the city where the plum blossoms and snow are in full bloom. He and I are a couple who parted ways. At that time, he was not familiar with the world. He wrote in a book of poems. Next: "A loud bang is the light breaking through the embankment of darkness. The light sails towards the cosmic rain but returns to the place where it rises." This is the spell of fate. This is the solemn oath of the lonely. Let us forgive him. He has been burdened with the suffering of hell for a while. He will leave us. He has his own brand-new city-state. It is the center of the plain, the heart of snow, and the sword made of snow is shining with cold light. Believe it! Cold things always make people calm, including tears and harsh words. The white ashes after burning. Snow, only snow. At this moment, only snow falls on my body. The city wall made of snow. The home poured by snow. The snow falls silently on the snow. The wind blows like snowflakes. I move my snow-white wings and fly across the great plains and fly farther away. The snow keeps falling on the empty great plains, and the sound of blessings is endless regardless of the season. In the land of snowy land, the plum blossoms are blooming. The second movement: Sunny green. "I left the past, I come to think about the present, the willows are lingering, the snow and rain are falling." I put down the song, put down the volume, an inexplicable mood made me decadent, I moved over half of the world, the sun and the moon cycle, the vicissitudes of life, the five-color prayer flags, with the sun as the symbol. The Baji Mani stones from the east and west are piled high in the middle, and I live here. The snow has been falling for many years. No matter how much snow falls on my body, the snow is so white that it is so white that it scares people. It is so white that it scares me. Eyes I sit as a blind person in the dark night, lonely and melancholy. I am like a plum blossom blooming on the snow. I can’t find a future or an end. The reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter changes. I silently feel the seasons in my heart. It’s winter. The coldness is so cold that it calms me down in this season. The snowstorm flooded and the whole universe turned its back on me and left. I stood in the empty part. This is a page that I cannot fill in the book of poetry. Maybe this is a misunderstanding. I have let down my life, turned my back on the universe, and turned my back on myself in this world. The blooming and falling of plum blossoms is always like this. The third movement: Three stacks of falling plum blossoms, three distant ancient Xiaos, shaking the snowflakes falling in heaven. Three thousand snow-white plum blossoms are covered with the blood and tears of the singer. The plum blossoms are blooming and falling grandly and tragically. My life is the life of plum blossoms. I am proud and independent in the ice and snow. What a hard white bone is stuck in the snow. I have been lost in a hurry since that summer. I have not even had time to cry. I am a lost lamb. I have been tortured by life and become obedient. Now I bear a heavy crime even though I am young. No one has to forgive me. I am a wanted fugitive. I fled the scene and fled to the Yellow River. My lover is cold in the dark and calms me down. I hope to live. I hope to live in my heart. The human heart is one world and the same. A house where one lives, grows old, sick, and dies. I want to experience my life with my own eyes. The plum blossoms are blooming and the plum blossoms are falling in my heart. At this moment, the sound of Xiao sounds gives me a chance to dance. Dance, the silent song of the hysterical patient shakes the leaves and shakes God. After the dance of love letters issued by spring, the fields are desolate and vast, the snow is everywhere, the plum blossoms are blooming and falling, the echoes are echoing and the sound is endless, like a wisp of nostalgia, like a wisp of regret, eating my flesh and blood like a sword. Now my hands are empty, only empty memories with no content. Is this true? The beginning, the end, the youthful time, let me ruin the three plum blossoms in vain. I have three plum blossoms in the song. I only want to sleep quietly on the hills covered with plum snow and have an honest dream. Dreaming of a beautiful birth. The wind is endless. Like a wisp of whistling, like a wisp of snowflakes circling behind me. Chorus: Fourteen lines of prayer, forgive me! I know that my sins are serious. I know that I have too much suffering to bear, but I am wasting my life in bad wine. I want to stand firm in the world. I want to become a happy person. I want to live through today and live a long life. The language is A sincere poem for a lover. The snowy plum blossoms are falling on the vast earth. Please help me sincerely. I want to live in a city-state with open plumes and snow. The cold time and space calms me down. Well.
Here. Ba.
Mi. Moo.
My melancholy face is your beautiful sacrifice. 7. Sentences about forgetting
1. Time has not waited for me, it was you who forgot to take me away. I have an unforgettable firefly in my left hand, and a long meditation of ten years in my right hand.
2. Everyone is a king, domineering in his own world. You don’t want to listen to me, but you don’t want me to listen to you either.
3. There are only so many places around a person, and you can only give so much. In this small circle, some people want to come in, and some people have to leave.
4. A person always has to take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you tried so hard to forget are really Just forgot about it. 5. Not every effort will be rewarded, but you must work hard for every harvest. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition. 6. Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still be there after all. It will flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.
7. I forget which year, month and day I carved a face on which wall. A smiling face staring at me sadly. 8. We smile and say that we are stuck in time. In fact, the original place has long been swept away silently by the torrent 9. Some people will always be engraved in the memory, even if they forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but every time I think of him, that feeling This feeling will never change. 10. Those who said they would never be separated have already been scattered in the world. 11. You will never see me when I am the loneliest, because I am the loneliest only when you are not by my side.
12. Who is the passer-by in someone’s life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul. In the end, no one belongs to anyone (add it yourself) ) 13. There is no legend about the grass growing in this city, it always lives in reality, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, fake smiles, and I am being assimilated 14. Time has not taught me anything. , but it taught me not to believe in myths easily. 15. Leave, let things become simpler, people become kind, like children, we start again. 16. When a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide, then lick the wound and persist on its own, but once it is greeted by others, it cannot bear it. 17. The wound is just like me, a stubborn child, It refuses to heal because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.
18. Because I know you are a child who worries easily, so I put the thread in your hands but I didn’t dare to fly too far. 19. One day I will walk away from you silently without making any sound. I have missed a lot, and I am always sad alone. 20. Just like now, I look at you smiling, silent, proud, and disappointed, So I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have been standing in the present while you always stay in the past. 21. If we are both children, we can stay where time is, sit together and listen to those songs that will never grow old. The story slowly unfolds. 22. When you truly love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is.
There is always a gap between words and feelings. 23. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, so it slowly extends and staggers bit by bit. Maybe we really should forget the staggered things 24 .What is happiness? Just cover up your sadness and smile at everyone.
25. I don’t like talking but I talk the most every day. I don’t like laughing but I always laugh. Everyone around me says my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. hapiness. But why do I suddenly become silent in a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? When I see the trees losing their leaves crazily in autumn, I forget to speak. When I see the warm yellow lights on the road as the sky gets late, I feel sad. Forgot one's original direction.
26. If you give me a tear, I can see the whole ocean in your heart. 27. If you smile once, I will be happy for several days; but if you cry once, I will be sad for several years. . 28. A lonely person will always carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall. 29. Hiding in a certain time , missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stands on the way to and from, who makes me care.
30. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost. 31. If one day we are no longer together, we should act as if we were together.
32. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back. 33. Those engraved on the chair Will the love behind it be like the flowers on the concrete floor blooming in the windless forest that has never existed before? 34. Be ideal but not fanciful, be passionate but not pretentious. Be content with everything and always be happy.
35. The moment of emerging from the cocoon is the heart-breaking pain of tearing off a layer of skin. Many butterflies die from the pain at the moment of emerging from the cocoon. 36. We have been searching, searching, for the ending that we all have. 37. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the whole world collapsing.
38. I have been brave for too long and decided to live for you alone. 39. I stood for too long and talked for too long. I’m tired. Why don’t you understand? I’ve written too much, I’ve written for too long, and I’m tired. How come you still can’t understand? 40. The traffic at the airport stopped after a while. People here all have their own directions, taking off in a hurry and landing in a hurry, taking away other people's stories and leaving their own memories.
41. My sunset-like sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies into my sunset-like sadness. 42. Even if everyone in the world leaves you, I will still be by your side. If there is hell, we will run rampant together.
43. My tears stayed and irrigated the soft grass below. I wonder if the memories and sorrows will blossom in the coming year. 44. Birds in the sky, are you more lonely than me, or am I more sad than you? How about you stay with me for the rest of the time, so that you are not lonely and I will not be sad... 45. If you wait If it can be exchanged for a miracle, I would rather wait, even for a year or a lifetime! 46. ??We are like needles on the surface, constantly turning. As we turn, we watch time fly away, but we are powerless. 47.