1 that kind of heartache, stretching on the temple.
Qi Ming and Yi Yao are like lines released from the same destination, but they go in different directions. So farther and farther away. Farther and farther away. Every day is more different from the day before. Life is written in a scrawled version.
In fact, I also know that when you say thank you, you thank me for leaving your world. So you can live without any burden like today. Although I will be heartbroken to hear such words, I am really happy to see you happy now. The song that I used to despise every time I heard it made me cry that day. That song is called "I love you very much".
Time gently rewrote the context, and the color of the green onions extracted from the test tube faded to pale gray in the long consumption. The rising sun is your staring eyes.
That year, he took her by the hand and said that he would take care of her for life. But he doesn't know that it is easy to hold a person's hand, but he doesn't know how difficult it is to hold a person's life.
In fact, nothing in this world can absolutely hurt you. As long as you are cold enough, cold enough and indifferent enough to everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone. As long as you think you're dead. Then, in this world, nothing can hurt you anymore.
I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I kept looking back and stopping, but time left me and rushed forward with great momentum.
When sadness flows against the river, a relaxed text will evoke the deepest wound in my memory, a relaxed picture will touch the most fragile strings in my heart, and a relaxed conversation will bring out the sourest tears in my eyes.
9 against poverty, against time, against warmth, against the rising pain of young years. The four seasons in the world go back and forth, and people peel off the pieces. The fainting teenager who stayed in the past raised his hand to wipe away the dust.
10 What's so terrible about dying? It's painful to live.
Sadness is a river against the current.
1 is such a world. Every day, like spinning silk, it is wound into a transparent cocoon. The container of the mind constructed by vanity and jealousy is increasingly infused with thick ink.
I look at you smiling, silent, proud and lost, just like now, so I am happy with you, and I am sad with you, but I have always stood in the present, and you will always stay in the past.
The feeling of loneliness will break through the chest at every noisy moment.
People will forget the beauty of the past, and then trample on the bright colors that once bloomed in the wind without feeling bad.
Pain, pain or no pain, is there a difference? Is there a difference between heartache and heartache?
I can't stop dreaming about you again and again. In the dream, we were lying on the river, as calm as puppets, without breathing or heartbeat. Or a dead friend.
7. Confrontation with absurdity and time. Face sharp. Face kindness. Facing the sour and bloated youth.
Empty loneliness, or desolate loneliness, is actually much warmer than noisy crowds and various faces.
What's the use of holding on to straw without learning to swim?
10 is like a black and white photo in a photo frame. No matter how brilliant the people in the photo smile, they will certainly see the feeling of sadness.
1 1 I also forgot whether the world is quiet.
12 those heavy sorrows, along the ditches and loops carved by each other with deep love and deep hatred in the annual ring of life, flow upstream into a river.
13 what she will remember in the end is that no matter how the sun and the moon change, the river will never stop.
14 It must be very painful to give up your own world. Obviously reluctant, but there is no more strength to retain. When the world gave up on itself, I slowly let go of my hand.
15 Pretend to be mature, pretend to be firm, pretend that the iron wall of the whole world can't hurt yourself, but in the eyes of the closest experienced people, you can easily see through your inner youth and frivolous tricks. There is no denying how ignorant and naive we are.
16 Some things between people are isolated. You can easily cut a deep gap between them. It turns into a river after the rain, and there is no way to cross it.
Since we long for the light, we should learn to embrace the night at the same time.
18 I am buried in the deepest place, and I protect the media that connects you and me most carefully. Disappear, disappear forever.
19 The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is shaking, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
Every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives are consumed too early, revealing the wrinkled and hard stone inside.
Sadness is a river against the current. Classic lines and sentences
1 Those things that we once thought were very persistent were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
Removing the source of light is more like a sad metaphor.
At the age of 37, we are infinitely brave.
People become fragile in the dark.
Overhead are crossed antennas that divide the dark sky in two.
Overhead are staggered antennas that divide the dark sky in two. Clouds float low in the narrow sky. Lead-gray broken clouds cast alternating light and shadow along the alley.
Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the days that we never forget.
Sometimes you trust someone you don't know for no reason. You will tell him a lot of things, even things you haven't even told your best friend.
Life is full of this sad metaphor. Just like I accompany you to the exit of that light source every morning.
10 Maybe the arrogant and vicious little princess is not vicious. She is just arrogant. Maybe the ordinary and kind Cinderella is not kind. She is just ordinary. Cinderella uses her cleverness to disguise herself as delicate and touching, and at the same time makes the princess hate it.
1 1 You give me a tear, and I see all the oceans in your heart.
12 hid in a certain time and missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
13 is only vaguely remembered now. It began on a gloomy and lonely winter day. Days like that. The emergence of two worlds that cover our eyes can only show us the near future.
14 becomes more different from the previous day every day. Life is written in a scrawled version. Then it was forgotten by time. It's illegible.
15 One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.
16, although immersed in the solution of time, lost the details that should be intact, but still left a deep-rooted part, stubbornly living in the heart.
17 The youth specimens carried by time on the glass have finally migrated into floating dust in the universe and converged into a long river of light in the constant weathering of time.
18 people will witness such a seemingly slow but infinitely fast process. From beautiful flowers and bright colors at first, to withered petals, and finally to trampled dust.
19 Some things that I can barely recall now began in that pale and lonely winter. Days like this. The blindfolded fault can only see the near future.
At noon in winter, it feels like dusk in summer, vague and sad.
2 1 Some things are not finished yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. You don't listen to me, but you don't want me to listen to you either.
Sometimes you don't trust a person who gets along with you day and night for no reason. Although you share and guard countless secrets together, at that time, you look at his face and you don't believe him.
If there is any speed that can approach the speed of light, it must be a rumor.
Can you do it? Let me be thrown into nothingness by time in an unknown world.
I once had such a picture in my dream. I parted the lush and soft wormwood with my hand, and there was a dark body below.
In fact, how long and cold the night is. Those lights, those sunrises, those morning fogs will appear on time.
It's like accidentally falling asleep in the cinema. When I woke up, I found that the scene was gone, and everyone around me was watching with relish, but I couldn't find it back. So I still pursue it vaguely, and slowly find that the missing piece will hardly affect the future scene.
Those who say that they will never part have already been scattered all over the world.
You will never see me when I am loneliest, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.
Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible pain. But seeing you happy now, I really feel happy.