There is a kind of love called love at first sight. I have never experienced such a love in my life, and I shouldn't have such an opportunity again. However, there is still a kind of love, which comes from being moved. People are emotional animals, and two people gradually have memories that belong to only two people in their ordinary days. Love is a beautiful thing. When we are together, most people do not know how to cherish. However, when we meet again after breaking up for many years, we will find a very strange phenomenon. Both sides only remember each other's kindness to themselves, but never remember each other's harm to themselves. This is a benign memory. Compared with many men and women, this kind of memory is a kind of forgiveness for the lover, letting go of love and letting go of yourself.
In the memory of love, there was a little girl whose mother and father separated when she was very young. One day, I came to her side. I especially like this child because of her mother's relationship with her uncle. This is a very sensible child. In her eyes, I read longing. Looking at her weak body, I feel infinite pity. I unconsciously took her as my own child. I tried my best to make her happy, teach her how to fold paper and buy her a doll I like.
One day, when I sent her to kindergarten, it was raining in Mao Mao, and the winter in the south was particularly cold, and the child's little hands were red with cold. I can only hold her little hand in distress and give her a little warmth with the warm air from my mouth. For a moment, I saw the tears in the child's eyes. My heart was deeply shocked by the children! This little child, a little heart, carries a lot of longing for love. At that moment, it was really hard
Later, many things happened. I left the city, especially my beloved children. However, after so many years, those eyes eager for love have been lingering in my heart.
Finally, after leaving the city for fifteen years, I returned to that place and walked on the street I used to know. I miss that child very much. I miss her. Really. After some searching, I met her. At that time, the delicate and touching little girl had grown into a slim girl, but those eyes made me very kind. She talked a lot about my memories, in one word, worship! In her young heart, I am the one who can make her laugh when she cries and make her feel warm when she misses her mother sadly. At the beginning of love, it comes from moving. My child, moved, has not forgotten me after I left her for more than ten years. That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, but it was not winter. After more than ten years, I held her like a spoiled child. Love will not melt because of time, but is more valuable because it has crossed the long river of time.
Whether love exists or not is touched by my heart.
Let you go before you betray me.
There will always be some memories, like a thorn, stuck in my heart, which hurts all the time, but I can't pull it out and forget it, because it's a wound you gave me.
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The day I met you, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the sky was blue and bright, endless and empty. You stand in front of me, a little shy, the kind of silence that makes people feel heart-pounding. I like the word "Hao Jing", but this is the first time to use it on a man, but you give me the impression of Hao Jing. Perhaps because of this silence, I fell in love with the tenderness between your eyebrows.
The relationship between people, sometimes, is really wonderful. I never believe in love at first sight, but for you, it is really love at first sight. I love the twinkle between your eyebrows, the confidence in your tone, and the calmness when you do things.
Because of joy, I can't help being close to you, close to you, wandering around you, smiling in your sight. Because I am happy, I want to go through the years with you, see all the prosperity, and then find a quiet place, let go of all my thoughts and sorrows, and join hands with you to create a happy home that belongs to you and me.
You like me too, don't you? Why else do you always have a deep smile in your eyes? When you face me, that smile leaves your lip corner, crosses a wonderful arc and falls on my cheek? You cherish me too, don't you? Otherwise, why does your palm always have a warm, interlocking heart, just like the morning bell and the evening drum, knocking on my tender and soft heart and promising beauty?
I love you very much! For you, I have written countless poems, every word is full of affection and every sentence is full of love. For you, I thrush hair and lips, lips slightly open, breathing like blue. Give up the whole forest for you, leaving only a bright trace on your tree. I'm lonely after such a long walk for you, but I'm smiling. For you, follow the footsteps of the sun, dry the sadness, leaving only happiness and happiness.
Love is so beautiful, how can I forget it? How can I put it down? I like the taste of loving and being loved, the taste of missing and distressed, and the feeling of being with you. For this feeling, I miss you so much that I can come to your side before dawn, accompany you, count the stars in the bright moonlight, snuggle up to your side, whisper and be gentle. You say, what if love is always so beautiful and we have been in love? Will it also go to the most familiar stranger? If I want to try, I will always go with you. Even if I finally become the most familiar stranger, I am willing and willing. However, with the passage of time, the change of time, slowly, your eyes gradually less hot, you began to have an unusual confusion, which was not in the past.
I think it's just a moment of confusion and loss. I think it's just a temporary confusion and infatuation. I think it's just that you occasionally take part in accidental amusement. I think it's just a mistake you made that makes me jealous. But, in fact, you have really changed.
"People say love is like flying a kite. If you care too much, you will regret it, but they all forget to tell me that unrestrained love will also scar the sky. " Listening to Tao Jingying's "Too Sad", tears flowed freely. Yes, it's too wronged. My love for you is so deep and persistent, but when I still love you, you don't love me anymore. Yes, it's too wronged. I have always believed that love is a responsibility and a commitment to our life, but I don't know that in your eyes, love is a fiery passion, which will disappear after it.
You always say: Baby, don't think too much, you are tired. Yes, I'm tired, really tired. However, you have changed. It is not that I think too much, but that you have really changed. What kind of woman is she? I didn't ask, and neither did you. But that's not important, is it? Now that your heart is gone, what's the point of staying with me? Why don't you let go, set you free and give me peace?
The road we walked together is still so lively; What we have experienced together is still so clear; What we said together is still so loud; The bits and pieces of us together are fresh in our memory. However, you have changed, and you no longer love me; And I, too, began to change, becoming silent, quiet and preoccupied. I have always been a proud woman, and I can't tolerate the slightest neglect and indifference of others. Then, I want to say to you: I want you to go before you betray me.
Endure the pain and write off our past. Those pasts that belong to you and me will be deeply sealed in a quiet and unknown corner, and will no longer be easily opened, recalled, remembered and confided to others. Love is a sweet and sad word, which is repeatedly mentioned by us. Love is in our hearts, on our lips, on our eyebrows, in our smiles, in our words and deeds. I once loved you and deeply remembered such a you and such a relationship.
Flowers bloom and tea flourish, but love is silent. It's just that the heart can't stand injury, betrayal and waiting. I learned to stop forbearing, stop crying, gently put you down quietly, gently dust off the sweet and sad past, and slowly put down the grievances between us. I wish you a bright future with beautiful scenery all the way. Once you put it down, you will feel at ease. Between thoughts, gently put down, no longer complain about their ruthlessness, no longer cling to their deep affection and heavy righteousness; I will never force you to accompany me on the road again, and I will never let you keep your promise again. Say goodbye to the past and go into battle lightly. We all turned and left with a smile.
Let you go before you betray me. Let each other keep the best memories, let a heart only remember happiness and happiness, and forget the hurt and resentment. Let you go before you betray me. Let you go, let yourself go, time is like water, and the years are quiet. I hope each other can move forward calmly and safely. After many years, I vaguely remember and smiled. You are still in the deep memory, in that soft corner, cherished and cared for by me, and placed warmly in life with that beautiful past. I have never forgotten, and I don't want to forget. Those sad and beautiful things are a rich spiritual wealth in my life, accompanying me with a solitary lamp and a clear shadow, accompanying me at dawn and dusk, and accompanying me all the way forward.
In my dream, I still have a crush on you.
The breeze is slow and the flowers are ethereal; It's raining in Mao Mao and the leaves are lush!
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The night began to interpret its own story, and I began to write the words that enveloped me. Guishan, I have been thinking about her and looking forward to meeting her one day. That day, she miraculously appeared before my eyes. I was surprised, but more surprised.
That charming touch of green has been haunting me, and the open-mindedness of being in the green ocean for the first time made me cross time tunnel. Is it a dream or a reality to feel so close to the Peach Blossom Spring for the first time? I only hope that at this moment, I can continue to be intoxicated, and only by sleeping can I embrace the mythical Kameyama endlessly.
A fairy tale that only exists in dreams and fantasies, but now, reality has eclipsed it. Perhaps, Kameyama let the emotion in my heart find a home; Perhaps, Kameyama has found sustenance for those fiery in my eyes. I really want to stay at this moment and make this fairyland on earth eternal.
Looking at the green trees, flowers and clear water, I am at a loss. Because I really can't find a suitable word to describe what I have seen and heard at the moment. Excited or intoxicated? Is it nostalgia or portrayal? I believe that at this moment, every moment in Guishan will become a memory album in my life.
The magic of the mysterious valley, the fragrance of the hundred orchards and the excitement of the roller coaster … I really don't want to leave here, because there are too many reasons for me to stay. Every time, it's easy for me to say to myself, "It's the same everywhere, isn't it a scenic spot?" However, in Kameyama, my sentence is difficult to realize.
Time is in a hurry, and it will be needed many times. Looking at the gurgling stream, I can only say, "Unfortunately, I am not a fish." Looking at the blue sky, I can only say, "Sorry, I'm not a bird." Looking at the green of life, I can only say, "I am lucky without those creatures." Guishan, you have awakened life and rejuvenated the creatures here.
Guishan, you let me find my memory and my pure land here. In your arms, I feel like a baby, greedily sucking the aura you gave me. Beauty is not a deliberate decoration, but a natural gift. Guishan, you are a real calligraphy learner, and light makeup is always appropriate. Love you-Kameyama, let you have your own uniqueness and disdain. ...
The night didn't make the stars lonely, but gave full play to their talents. The dream opened the door and I walked in a trance. Suddenly, I found that you in my dream still fascinated me so much …
My right hand is always waiting for you to hold it.
Life is rough and tasteless. The uncertain weather in July is as unpredictable as life. The road surface that has just rained does not wash away the dust on the road surface, but gives people a more muddy feeling. The smell of mud in the space is very strong.
Maybe there will always be someone waiting for the bus at the bus stop at the door. The city seems to be busy every day. I like to sit in the back of the bus. Just like I like throwing paper money, because I always have to give way when I see the old man sitting in the front seat. It's not that I don't know how to respect the elderly. I don't want to go to so much trouble. I don't want to see the driver's strange eyes when I throw paper money, as if I were afraid of throwing a dime.
At first, I thought love would be like life. If you encounter some setbacks, you can take a deep breath and cheer up. But later I learned that once I have a memory, it is just like a tattoo. If I barely erase it, I will only leave a scar. I used to be naive, holding your hand gently, smiling at your back, opening my hands, and saying for sure that in this life, your left ring finger can only wear the ring I gave you, and your shoulder can only let me lean on it.
I found that I no longer hold your hand. When I think so naively, I just shed tears. When I naively thought so, I found that there was no familiar smell of smoke around me. Just lean under the dim street lamp downstairs and watch the rain fall slowly until the light in your room goes out. Our separation is as hasty as our meeting, and there is nothing to say. Left, and finally left this place with you. However, the feeling in my heart still hasn't left, and I feel even worse.
Then I began to have crazy memories. I like to see your lovely touch, and I like the feeling that you are riding a car and I am snuggling behind. At that moment, I hoped that we would never have an end. I said, I don't care, I can accept it, as long as you are happy. Really don't care? -I really care. I'm just too sad to tell and cry. Maybe, as my classmates said, I really fell in love with the wrong person, or because I got on the wrong bus or you got off at the wrong stop.
In this way, those sweet days with you are just like the salt in the water is too saturated to dissolve. Passing a crossroads, I always hope that you can appear in my sight, even if it is just a passing moment. Don't turn a blind eye to each other and pretend to be strangers just because you broke up. Remember to look back at me next time you meet me. My mouth will always smile for you. If one day, just if. You are tired, come back to me, and my right hand will always have room for you to hold.
The world is full of beauty, and I love the quiet beauty of an autumn leaf alone.
I have always had a soft spot for autumn. The world is full of beauty, and I love the quiet beauty of an autumn leaf alone. Autumn is the end of time and the beginning of time.
There are fallen flowers in spring and fallen leaves in autumn, which is a beautiful curtain call destined by nature. Autumn is always quiet. Those fallen leaves are its most affectionate narrative. Silent fallen leaves are the biggest and calmest poems. Since the first fallen leaves fell in autumn, autumn has come to us in an orderly way like the ocean. This is the most gentle attack, which hit our sentimental hearts at once.
Zhou said: "The two most precious things for a person are life and soul. How lucky and happy we are when we control the beauty of everything in life with a full and abundant soul. Outside the window, the coolness of autumn rain is within reach. The faint dew hung on the grass tip, so delicate, so bright and so naive. It reflects the brilliance of the sun and the moon and the light of the years. That's the dewdrop of life whispering, that's a pair of affectionate eyes doing the deepest expectation, that's the pure crystal in the hearts of years.
Time is like a book. When you open and close, life passes quickly. What we should cherish is this autumn night. After all, life is only so precious for you and me. Life is so clear and light, it is just right to keep a pure color ... Autumn is beautiful because it creates a beautiful atmosphere. In the early autumn, with a dream of autumn leaves in Wan Li, Wan Li, the tender love is not enough warmth in this life. In the clear autumn, I cast a deep affection on the sky, the earth and the unpolluted autumn water. I realize your brilliance and incompleteness.
Never stop looking for a warmth in the depths of time. Hum the melody buried in my heart with the words of autumn night. Flowers bloom and fall are memories, and the birth and death of leaves are interdependent. Who is not a traveler between heaven and earth with a bag on his back? Sleeping in the wind, foggy Shan Lan and rugged roads are all things we must experience. It is said that the past time is just a cloud, but I believe that there are always some that make up a beautiful picture and accompany your happy years.
Autumn hides the heartbeat in the cracked pomegranate, the beauty in the golden smile of sunflower, and the poetic thoughts in a fallen leaf that flies for love. This fragrance of life is brewed with countless hardships, setbacks and tempering. Only in this way can we feel the faint fragrance that permeates our hearts. Every soul that comes for beauty is an eternal song in the vast universe. I believe that the place where there used to be footprints is indelible beauty. If the heart is unchanged, then all true and beautiful things will not disappear. ...
While reading about life and nature, I also put the happiness in the sound of mountains and rivers into my heart. Only by opening the arms of the mind can a person release everything in his heart and gain a different understanding of life. The beauty of life is on the road, walking ... It always takes time for a leaf to turn from green to yellow, and every process of life only needs to be completed leisurely. Let everything in life come easily and go smoothly.
Come with a brand-new smile and leave with brilliant warmth. This night's grinding into mud is only for the next year to be more brilliant as always. When the autumn leaves get thinner and the frost gets thicker, the expected winter is no longer far away from us. After sleeping in that white dream, it is spring again. I will wait for you in spring, and I will be there. One day, we will return to our roots like fallen leaves. If you are destined to return to the soil, let this return be more beautiful, elegant and moving. ...
There is always an autumn leaf, remember everything you have paid today. Because I have a sincere companion, I will feel so practical and beautiful. All these wonderful things are worth repeating for the rest of my life. I never book a trip. I believe that death is also a kind of trip. If we meet, even in a corner of the world, we will meet.
Looking into the distance, let the beautiful place be beautiful forever, and let the happy mood be happy there forever. May the story between you and me always have tomorrow. A spring flower is fragrant for the party, and an autumn leaf is brilliant for life. As warm as autumn leaves, you get drunk with a shallow smile. This autumn, if I can turn into an autumn leaf and fly to you, please be sure to read the poem I wrote for you when you hold me in your hand. The idle pen is endowed with autumn colors, and the autumn is from the heart and has strong feelings. It's getting late and the smoke is warm. Time flies, fireworks and red dust will always be my warmest and most unforgettable one. The most beautiful thing is clear autumn. This autumn, I have always wanted to walk with you on the path covered with maple leaves, with the tranquility of autumn wind, the leisure of white clouds and your heart to listen with me. This is a beautiful picture of life. ...
Practice the road of love
Anyone who looks at it feels deja vu, and anyone who loves it knows how strange it is.
You: Does love need a reason? Me: Yes. You: Why? Me: Is love important? You: Important. Me: Because it is important, I need it. I have three classes in one night, and I am drunk in my spare time. The so-called leaving, after leaving, is the beginning. After you start, don't talk. I can't do anything at once, but give up. Life is like a drift bottle, casting a net in the sea. When you have a mood, you also have happiness. Don't mention hot water to me. When the water overflows, it is the same as deep and shallow. I still like the way you have long hair. Some things, if you know more, you become a wise man.
In fact, I just want a surprise. Inadvertently, happiness falls from the sky like a flower, elegant and open. Trust is like a flower, every time it blooms, it makes us laugh so brightly and infatuated! If I don't know you, I think we need a reason to be together. Just like love, I always choose a good time to announce it to you in a charming place. But we went through a strange past life and got together. Every reason is bullshit. I am not a professional athlete, but sometimes the amount of exercise really exceeds my imagination. Actually, it's good to have a good sleep when you're tired. I'm hanging in the air, and when I let go, I'll break into pieces.
Open your space, I seem to have lost something. -trust is lost on the road, say hello to people and be smiled back. In the study, write a letter of condolence, which makes people cry. The fire is burning, the heart is hurting, the paper is flying, and the mind is sleepy. Call it trouble. In many written documents, you are comfortable with fonts and personalized signatures, but I don't know you, I don't understand! The most perfect idea is that from the beginning, you will realize that you will never be afraid of the day you lost.
The road to love training is long and bitter. Some people are creating public opinion, while others are discussing the ending. A light rain makes romance, and a downpour causes floods. Sometimes you love too much, and it is the one you love who gets hurt. The more familiar friends we are, the longer we spend together, the more we have nothing to say, but please remember that we have all learned to look at each other. We all know that depression can't change reality. But why do people always think that life is too depressing for us to control? No, depression is just used to describe a person's desire for care. When someone is depressed, someone will untie the depressed heart.
Teachers who only swear will not have good classroom discipline and efficiency. Smart teachers always call the roll like this: calling the roll is not calling the roll, but answering questions. Don't you dare walk around, son, you may be next. You are behind, not because someone is chasing you, but because you have been chasing others. It is inevitable that other people's behavior determines our attitude, and I can't escape it. I don't understand why knowledge is boring. Yes, because you don't understand. Your appearance that day, my change this year, life is not a parallel line, the idea of meeting at the turning point, laughing at the fact that I have never met. Qq diary
Love a person, with a lifetime. Every great man preaches that justice will last forever, and achieving himself is better than saving the whole life. A promiscuous person will hurt his way greatly. A spoony person is complacent. The calmness of onlookers, what you can see, is the end-result that the parties can't control. Listening to the sound of broken bottles, judging people, people are very drunk, it is midnight, and it is appropriate to sleep. I don't know how kindness becomes hypocrisy. Look at your face again. Naivety is also a joke. Note that what is left is regret and stumbling. Remember a person, because hate? If there is pleasure, it is only to make confession come early.
Rival love is imaginary. If two people have the belief of immortality, there will be no third party. Men should have blood, but I don't agree. This blood is reflected in personal grievances. No one wants to pretend to be deep, some things are put forward with resentment, and some people are talking about anger. Personal space is too small, just because of that gathering, it will never spread, crowded love, breathless thoughts. The power is off, you talk to the darkness, and the dark eyes can't understand it, the echo of sleep. No matter when, where and how it changes, I always say the same thing to different people. I think you can be a teacher. Every day, a person, a different image, has the same spokesperson, which is change.
Say goodbye, but don't meet.
Let go of the world of mortals and listen to your whispers. In every period of time, I will always stop in a hurry, step into your world with a respectful heart, quietly listen to your seasonal voice and listen to your silent talk. Your voice goes through the chest, through the heart and directly to the soul, giving people baptism and shock.
Full of surprises, full of relaxation. In autumn, your romantic feelings, your mature charm and your elegant demeanor attract everyone. They will approach you consciously or unconsciously, because they are lonely, lonely or tired, no matter which one, they will be hidden in your world.
There are tears, tiredness, misunderstanding and too many grievances in the world of mortals. If there is no love care, no love pity, no love romance, how can a sentimental heart bear it?
The ruthlessness of winter has frozen agility and the world. The chilly spring, frostbite of branches and seedlings, hurt the world. The enthusiasm of summer is like fire, scorching the earth and evaporating the world. Autumn is refreshing and romantic. It inspires the world and brings back the inspiration and romance of the world.
The four seasons circulate in the world of mortals. Which season is my bosom friend? I like holding my lover's hand and stepping on autumn scenery outside the school gate. Walking in the soft autumn leaves, bathing in the autumn sunshine and walking in your world, your heart is free, relaxed and happy at this time. Fly with the autumn leaves, wander with the white clouds, and walk with your figure for a change of scenery. Don't think hard, arrange well, design well and plan carefully. You have planned, arranged and designed everything, just waiting for the right person to come to China.
Beautiful autumn colors pave the way for the future, until you design autumn water. Autumn is sunny, as if every fallen leaf is the embodiment of warm sun, floating to the world, soothing impetuous souls and warming lonely souls. It seems that every leaf is a warm memory, waiting for someone to pick it up. It seems that every fallen leaf is a beautiful story, waiting for people with a heart to listen. It seems that every stream and every spring has Zen, waiting for the master to settle down. Maple leaves are everywhere, and every maple leaf is a heart, waiting for the autumn wind to float into the lover's heart.
In the beautiful autumn, every grass and tree on your body has feelings, and every stream and spring on your body has interests. Many people say goodbye in the world of mortals, but few people meet them. Some predestinations, like the fallen leaves around us, take a lifetime to achieve an encounter. Looking at them is so gorgeous, so sad and beautiful, mixed feelings. Some fate may never be met, whether you say goodbye or not. Just like the fallen leaves in this forest, not every leaf will haunt you, nor can you meet every leaf.
Meeting is accidental, not seeing is inevitable. We should learn to obey the laws of nature, learn to be the master of nature, walk into nature and have a heart of awe. Natural creatures, natural creatures, are our human friends, and get along with them, the same harmony and joy. The change of seasons and the cycle of time are governed by the laws of nature. Just like whether you come or not, you can't see it, and it's all dominated by one heart.
It turns out that you always remember, goodbye, you can stop all the business, you can put down the whole world of mortals and search all over the autumn just for one encounter. You think goodbye means goodbye.