We should find a lot. ............
1. Many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in the days that we never forget. .
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 not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily.
If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?
Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
6. In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
7. If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
8. Things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
9. Lonely people will always remember everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of your loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.
10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like talking anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again.
1 1. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.
12. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future? ..
13. I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like a fog. That smile became a swift river deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
14. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world, are like a clean stream, swimming in the wind before my eyes, and the warmth is like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad. ...
15 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.
16 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 so hard to forget. ..
17 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. ..
18 Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost. ..
19 If one day we are not together, we should be together. ..
Standing on a cliff
Watching you crawl under your feet.
One by one.
Luxurious and bright youth
be all tears
Standing at the age of sixteen, at the turning point of youth, between one life and another, I finally burst into tears.
On the day when the black wind blew, on the day when I saw birds singing in the air, on the day when red-violet bloomed cherry blossoms, on the day when you looked up and bowed your head, in the cracks and crevices of the Millennium, I always burst into tears. Because I can't stop thinking about you. Is this the cruelest and gentlest imprisonment?
I am a child who will look up at the sky when I am lonely, looking at the big sun, looking at the big moon, looking at my neck ache, and looking at tears.
I will wait for you
Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed. You won't get lost.
In a flash, we are so old.
Those songs are like sounds of nature, dreams are like clouds, electricity is like tears, complaints are like flowers are like wind, andante is like Shaanxi opera/my black elegy.
How can I remember something I haven't remembered for a long time? Those silent expressions lie quietly on the floating grass.
Walk back and forth under the scorching sun.
I thought they would go to sleep quietly this summer, but they were woken up again.
In recent days, I always see endless camphor trees when I close my eyes. It runs through the whole city.
Those camphor trees, along the rolling mountain roads of the city, have grown into endless memories. They are standing on the roadside, standing in every corner of the city.
Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry silently ferry all year round. In this way, they quietly drew dusk and morning.
I miss you in the past, I miss 17 years old who left by bike, I miss the wind aroused by your smile, and I passed my thin youth with sadness and joy and yesterday that is gone forever. Bright. Sadness. Endless.
I didn't know it would be so sad to stare at the sky when I died. One by one, the plaintive cry of snow birds swept away obliquely. I saw your face in the light blue sky, so I smiled, because I saw you, as happy as a child.
I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life as it flew over my head. The hourglass tossed and turned, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have changed.
Lonely people will always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I will always think of you! Every night when the stars fall, I count my loneliness over and over again.
In a flash, in a blink of an eye, we are so old.
Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the days that we never forget.
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 stopped, but I still rushed forward angrily.
You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.
If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?
Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
If I can be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore, but I dare not look at the sky again when I talk.
How can worn jeans go with an evening dress and my guitar go with your piano?
I count your smiles every day, but when you were in Lian Xiao, you were so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and lonely.
I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like a fog. That smile became a swift river deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
If I can be with you, I would rather all the stars fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, like a clean stream, are warm in the wind and in front of my eyes. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad.
The firefly in the left hand is unforgettable, and the right hand is a meditation for ten years.
The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile wobbles. 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 so hard to forget.
Hiding in a certain time, I missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
Take my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost.
If one day we are not together, we should be together.
If the memory is as strong as steel, should I laugh or cry?
If steel corrodes like memory, is it a happy city or a waste?
Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. My left hand is a firefly that never forgets anything, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.
There are so many places around a person that you can pay so much. In this small circle, some people want to come in and have to leave.
Youth is a beautiful sadness.
I forgot the year, month and day when I carved a face on the wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly.
I like unbridled broken flames, because I can burn all the shackles. I am the king of the whole earth, but my brother is the god in my heart. The only God. I want him to be free, even if I sacrifice my life.
If you bear the snow in the distance and there is nothing I can do, I will also pray that the snow will come to me.
Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, wandering to the skylight but still refusing to come back -
Shake, become the most beautiful ornament in my life, look at the sky, snow and the deep shadow of the season.
I am by your side, my favorite you, although you are in tears, although I am about to go far away, I am willing to be an angel with broken wings and protect you forever!
Youth is a beautiful sadness ~ ~ ~
I didn't cry, but my tears came down ~ ~ ~
I hope that one day I can pack my bags with you, see the mountains I have never seen, walk the water I have never walked, and squander my inexhaustible youth to commemorate that unforgettable commemoration ~ ~ ~
Youth is a pool of water. No matter whether you open it or hold it tightly, you can't run through those thin years through your fingers ~ ~ ~
What I once thought I was obsessed with was forgotten in the process of obsession.
Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green leaves have long been buried in front of the time scale, but the overwhelming rancid smell remains at the end of the time scale.
When I stubbornly carry my bags and start a new journey alone, I know that as long as a few friends stand behind me and stare. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the sunset, which makes me feel heavy.
However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on.
What happened in 1999 is like a faded movie, where weeds are burned endlessly by time, and the thin boys and sad girls in the photo are left behind. No one remembers them, and no one will ask when they leave and when they will return to January. How many songs have been sung in those years? We are standing in the rough sea, and how many are still blooming.
In the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly to outsiders outside the building, and the mountains outside the mountain were not returned.
Those who look back earlier than Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano have tears in their eyes.
Rustling flowers fell all over the shoulders.
Where is the south of the Yangtze River in the shadow of the flute and the cold window?
I finally believe that time reversal is just a beautiful myth, deceiving children, but if possible, please make up another story to deceive me, ok?
The expression on Sakyamuni's face is always compassion, but Qianshan still can't escape the ethereal.
Happiness and happiness are so similar, but is happiness happiness happiness?
You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.
One year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges another.
Meeting and parting, mixed feelings, lying on the sofa, living in a dream all my life.
Find a group of acquaintances, who will pick us up in a minute.
You know each other. Play and sing for a while.
I looked at my youth on the other side of the river, with a calm and sad face.
In fact, everything has changed. I am like a parrot sleeping in a shell. By the time I poked my head out, the sea where I once lived had turned into an unattainable mountain range, and I was a walking corpse on the cliff.
Holding your hand, no matter where I am, I want to run to heaven.
Time didn't wait for me. You forgot to take me.
I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your reflection.
When the days become old photos, when the old photos become memories, we become passers-by walking back to back, stubbornly walking away in different directions step by step. There is no Athens, no Rome, and there is no turning back.
I am a child who will look up at the sky when I am lonely, looking at the big sun, looking at the big moon, looking at my neck pain, and looking at tears. It's true. Good boys don't lie.
I am like a lonely puppet. I lost another puppet that was inseparable from me. From then on, I can't perform or move. I was abandoned in the corner, covered with dust, desperate in loneliness, sad in despair, and then I always miss you.
Those boys taught me to grow up and those girls taught me to love.
Grandma said that people have hearing after death and sometimes virtue. When people reach the imperial power, if they hear their beloved crying, they will turn back. Once they turn back, they will not be able to go to heaven.
I don't know if all love stories will have a tipping point. At a certain moment, one day, all the carefully saved gold coins will disappear. The child who saved money burst into tears.
Leave, make everything simple, give everything a reason to be forgiven again, and let's start over.
I am like a lonely puppet. I lost another puppet that was inseparable from me. From then on, I can't perform or move. I was abandoned in the corner, covered with dust, desperate in loneliness, sad in despair, and then I always miss you.
I always feel that lonely and huge bird is looking for something. It can be so lonely for hundreds of years for what it is looking for. I like this kind of bird, and I can do anything for my ideal.
I look at you like this, smiling, silent, proud and lost, so I am happy with you and sad with you.
It's just that I've been standing in the present and you have to stay in the past forever.
I asked God: How can I forget the sad thing while laughing?
God replied; Drive yourself crazy.
Believe in the best things in human nature, but still indulge in despair.
I always tell myself that even if one day we are not together, we will be together.
Lin Lan: There is a word called "much transformed", which is the most vicious word I have ever seen.
Matches: Actually, anyone who looks at me will feel sad, because one morning, when I got up to brush my teeth, I suddenly found my temples in the mirror were all white, just like the frost in Beijing in winter. I stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in my mouth and cried. That was the first and only time I cried in prison. I feel terrible. I've never felt so bad.
We stand outside time, they lie flat on the bottom of the river, and our youth is buried in the deepest cave. I can't hear their voices or see their faces. I only see their lonely backs, as if to say goodbye.
I feel that the world suddenly fell out of thin air, and then the night quickly filled like ink, and the sound disappeared without a trace. All the futures seem to be abruptly buried in the deep river bed, one kilometer below the thick silt of the river bed, and then one kilometer above the water, and there will never be day.
It's like someone holding a knife, finding our most vulnerable and undefended place, gently stabbing it in, then pulling it out, bloody, and stabbing it in again, until the pain is numb at last, and now it's blurred, and no one can know the future outcome.
Graduation is a window pane, we have to smash it, then walk past it with sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after dripping with blood.
On the day when the black wind blows, on the day when I see snow birds chirping in the air, on the day when you look up and down, in the cracks and crevices of the Millennium, I always burst into tears. Because I always miss you endlessly, is it the most cruel and gentle imprisonment?
Tomorrow is another day.
Even now there is hope.
We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the snow is, no matter how long the winter is, it can't stop the warm return.
But all people forget that warmth and happiness, as well as the approach of spring, can't stop the coming of the next winter.
I've been climbing for a hundred years.
Burning with a smile for a hundred years.
Just waiting to meet you again.
Because of your happiness.
It's all the beliefs in my life.