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Love words about breaking up: whether it is wind, rain or night when I leave you this time.
1, this heart is dragging its feet and is the most bitter part of life.

2. Do you always wait for others to reply, always suspect that there is something wrong with the network, and always refresh the news?

We should all say to our homework: Do your own thing!

4. When I miss you, will you miss me?

5, you don't love me, and I'm still talking about stupid things here.

6.┈ ┾ You don't need to do your best, just do your best.

7. I want to hire two children on Tanabata. When I meet a man, I will call him dad. When I meet a woman, I will call my mother. If I can break up a couple, it's a couple.

8. A boy doesn't need to be too good. He is willing to quit the competition and quit smoking for you. It's good to listen to you.

9. What you lost never really belongs to you, so don't regret it.

10, no generation of youth is easy. Every generation has its own destiny, grievances and struggles.

1 1, you are always too soft-hearted, and you are always afraid of hurting someone, so the person who is hurt will always be you.

12, we all made the same mistake, quarreling with people we like and telling the truth to strangers.

13, others say that I am naturally inspirational!

14, this time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night;

You, leaving is your business. Me, staying is my business.

True friendship is an eternal concept, "as beautiful and pure as ice sculpture". There is no narrow mutual use, no secular interests, only sincere care and selfless dedication. Wang Guozhen said: "Friendship is mutual understanding. When you need it, my friend has come to you silently before I say it.

Help others when you are happy; Be content when you live a normal life; Learn to enjoy life in adversity. Don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes, because it is not worth it; Don't punish others with your own mistakes, because when you hurt others, you will be hurt again; Don't punish yourself with your mistakes. It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, just look for the reason carefully, learn a lesson and correct it!

Ten years ago, you loved me, and I couldn't escape. Ten years later, I love you and you are not around. The miss of life is like this. A brake is forever, and regret is also a memorial. On the way to practice, speculation is absolutely not allowed, masks will be torn, lies will be exposed, and no one will be spared.

From today on, be a simple person, practical and pragmatic. Don't indulge in fantasy, don't make much ado about nothing. Be happy, cheerful, tenacious, enthusiastic and sincere to people. Sincere, calm, generous, tolerant and normal. Always full of hope for life and smile at difficulties and hardships. Read more books and watch more. Eat less and eat good food. Have a dream, even if it is far away. ...

Try to be a person with a strong heart. No matter what you do, remember to do it for yourself, so there is no complaint. 2. Don't be pessimistic in the face of difficulties. There is no absolute fairness in life, but there is also relative fairness. On a scale, the more you get, the more you have to bear than others. I am not afraid to start over at any time in my life. Every seemingly low starting point is the only way to a higher peak.

After the experience, we all understood a lot. Even if we meet at a certain intersection one day, it will be such a faint greeting, and those thoughts are always unspeakable. Because I have loved, I am compassionate, because I know, so I am tolerant.

We can't change others, but we can do three things: 1) change ourselves; 2) Do something to make the other person feel that he wants to change; 3) Make some arrangements for yourself, so that no matter whether the other party changes or not, it will not affect your success and happiness. Many people think that "arrangement" means breaking up, resigning and giving up. These are the last choices, and there are many other choices, but you don't or don't want to think about them.

Love, once the line is broken, the scar will exist forever. Love is like addictive poison. You know it's toxic, but you can't refuse it.

If I haven't met you in my life, maybe I'm just walking at the corner of the road, complaining about past mistakes and quietly burying my head and crying. Meet in line with a fate, is the arrangement of heaven, fate is doomed, let me have one more you in my life, and I will spend the rest of my life with you.

Worrying about it makes you lose, but the more you worry about losing it, the easier it is to lose it. The desire for protection and possession from love eventually became the enemy of love, and under the pressure of step by step, such love was finally written into tragedy.

Don't let deep love turn into pain-if you don't love someone, please let go and let others have a chance to love her. If the person you love gives up on you, please let go of yourself so that you can have a chance to love others. You don't have to be loved, but you must love him well.

Falling in love with smart people will be very happy, because they are humorous and can talk, but there is always a crisis, because such people are easy to change their minds. Falling in love with honest people will be very reassuring, but life is also boring.

You never advised me to leave. I never advised you to stay. You have your insistence, and I have mine. You have your face and I have my dignity. You have your story and I have mine. So, you have your direction and I have my direction. You, leaving is your business. Me, staying is my business.

No matter how strong a person is, there must be weaknesses in his heart, which will be broken at the touch and hurt at the touch. Because we don't want to get hurt, we put on masks and weapons and try to hide our fragile side. However, the more we hide, the more exposed we are when we are discovered. The more we dare not face the pain, the more painful the stabbed wound is. The person who is least likely to get hurt is not the strongest person, but the person who is most honest with himself.

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up quickly, but when I grew up, I found that I lost my childhood. When I was single, I began to envy the sweetness of my lover. When I am in love, I miss the freedom when I am single. In fact, many things always feel beautiful when we don't get them, and only after we get them do we begin to understand that what we get is also lost.

There will always be countless people passing by in life. Not every encounter can be condensed together, and not every invitation can be transformed into a mutual friend. Life is so long and there are so many variables in life, sometimes the person you think will accompany you all your life can only accompany you for a while. Fortunately, we always keep a little hope for eternity, so as not to miss the next time love comes.

If I can drive you out of my heart, I will wave goodbye to you without hesitation; If I don't have your place in my heart, I think I will live happily, not as dull as it is now! I wouldn't miss you if I could. I think I will have more dreams.

There are three lives between the wall and the shadow. Why do you have to go all the way back and just stare at the other side of the river? Tears on this shore, flowers on the other. Tears can't help falling, mixed with rain falling from my palm. I tried to capture the temperature falling on my face at that moment, but I couldn't tell whether it was the temperature of rain or tears. Between my fingers, there is only a trace of coolness left.

Love is only one word, and like is two words, so it seems that love is more concise than like. The world of love cannot tolerate any impurities, and it is an irreplaceable emotion. Liking is not necessarily loving you, but loving you is loving you very much. Liking is just an intuition, a good feeling for each other. Loving a person requires you to pay for the person you love without regrets. Loving what he loves will hurt him. Like is light love, love is deep love!

Will you be happy without me? Is it silly to leave me, right or wrong?

Someone once told me that even if there are 100 thousand people in the world who love me, she is one of them. There are only 100 people who love me, and she is one of them. There is only one person who loves me, and that is herself. Unless she dies, she thinks she is the happiest person at that moment. But you never know that she is alive and well now, but I am not the one who loves her, but I will still wish her a happy life every day for the rest of her life. It doesn't matter. I also believe that I can live without her.

There will always be some soft love that will find you through chaos and make you feel the happiness of being loved in this world.

Life is like this. That woman opened a window in my heart, but I can never close it.

In fact, I am mean, not good at comforting words, not sociable and silent. Often alienated, lonely and persistent, he is naturally indifferent, and he is no more than others. . .

I thought I would give up many things, and then I wondered why those habits were my own.

No one's heart has ever been sour, but after all, life goes on.

If so, don't disturb my pace. You are good, and I am not bad!

Anything worth having is worth waiting for, even a moth to a fire!

I went to see my ex-boyfriend's grandmother today, and suddenly I found it was still that kind. I am very grateful, thank you for meeting, thank you for all the love, but the best tacit understanding between us is to stop contacting, thank you for meeting, and live up to meeting.

From the moment we met, our hearts were connected, and then we were together, which has always been the sweetest memory in my heart. Although we broke up inexplicably in the end, you will always be the softest place in my heart, and I dare not touch or uncover it!

Not everything is a person's business, and two people are mutual. You never care, and you don't understand why others should be considerate of you.

I really feel that what I can't get is always longing, but maybe what I got at that time may not be good now. People are like this, infinite greed and want. Don't dwell on the past, what I have now is the best!

Sometimes women dress themselves not to please others, but for their own confidence.

A woman must have these four things: self-confidence on her face, kindness in her heart and backbone in her blood. A strong life is engraved in her life for so long, she wants to live at home high! The number that belongs to women is not age but story! !

Be a woman who pleases herself for the rest of her life.

As a woman, we must remember the following three points: 1. Look at your face, don't wait for men to be unwilling to look at it before maintaining it; 2. Look at the scale, don't wait for a fat man to slim down; Look at the balance, don't wait for men not to give you money before you know how to make money. Women must study both inside and outside, be independent and confident, and live exquisitely!

Life is not long, but 30,000 days and nights. As a woman, please pay more attention to yourself. Take every meal, every sleep and every party seriously; Carefully select every dress, every pair of shoes and every lipstick, and then match them well; Before going out, put on an elegant makeup and wear a confident smile on your face to make yourself happy every day. Finding your interest in plain work and life may be the best appearance of life.

Everyone has a love of beauty, and a self-disciplined woman is the most beautiful. No matter what age, women should have a sense of ceremony, which I have always done.

A woman must be exquisite and elegant after marriage. After cleaning, put a bunch of flowers in the vase, make a cup of fragrant green tea and sit on the sofa. The mood will be different. Don't be rich or expensive. Try to be good to yourself within your ability.

Rain is lonely, lonely and confused.

First, it's raining in Mao Mao. When I looked up, I saw the rain rays under the street lamp, closely intertwined and falling gently, more like water mist, and suddenly my face felt cool and comfortable.

Second, the sadness of the rain filled the whole city, and it was too late to see it clearly.

Three, these days, Xiao Yu, answer and answer, always intermittent, like a cheerful song through time. And those scattered times, like raindrops dripping in my heart like water, are so warm.

4. Raindrops scattered under cherry trees and magnolia trees gently hit the grass on the ground. Slightly passing through the grass, but silently immersed in the land. Perhaps, the light rain belongs to it. Although it floats all over the sky, it will eventually embrace the earth. Perhaps, Xiaoyu is perfect, Xiaoyu is affectionate, because there are people who miss you in the distance.

The wind suddenly becomes chilly, and I want to break my thick collar. When it rains, it is big and small, knocking on the Baise umbrella of passers-by, making people tick.

6. On campus, it is drizzling and cool!

7. The rain outside the window, like a stream in a mountain stream, falls from the eaves. When the wind blows, it will float into a few drops and fall on me. I don't want to close the window, because I want to feel the erosion of rain and miss it as much as rain.

Eight, I like light rain, listening to the sound of light rain ticking, watching light rain hit the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora, cherry blossoms and cedar, watching small water splash on the ground, watching couples snuggle under umbrellas, and watching children running and shouting in the rain. I will look for inspiration for poetry and capture beautiful information. On rainy days, my thoughts will be tender and lingering. I will also tell you quietly, tell you my love and yearning in my heart, and tell you my longing and expectation for the future.

9. Speaking of rainy season, a huge transparent bead curtain hangs in the dark, hazy, like a rising smoke. I am used to walking in the rain, and the comfort in the light rain makes me feel very comfortable. I walked along the path with a small umbrella, not afraid of the light rain getting wet on my coat, but I felt the cool rain, so clear and deep! Clear as an infinitely transparent palace, it deeply rubbed into my heart.

X. Rain is lonely, lonely and confused.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and shook the leaves, just like a symphony of the wind. However, the good times did not last long. Just listen to tick-tock, tick-tock, and a few drops of rain fall on the ground. Rain, coming quietly, brings a touch of freshness, gentleness and mystery.

Twelve, the rain is still falling; I still miss you. I stopped loving you like rain until the day when it stopped raining in the world.

Thirteen, the air soaked by rain, tired and sad, the fairy tale in memory has slowly melted.

The rain in the sky keeps falling, and the city is surrounded by gentle rain, just like a beautiful tulle.

15. Rain is a sad tear of the cloud. When the clouds are gathering, my heart is always lonely, and it is a burst of heart rain.

Sixteen, listening to the rain, like falling into a dream that I don't want to wake up. Music is like a flowing spring, empty drums and guqin breaking the sound of rain, like a long practice. In the traces of Jin Ge's iron horse, there is a dreamy sound like water and tenderness.

17. At night, the light rain sounds like a big rain, from dribs and drabs to dribs and drabs. It's cool, really.

Eighteen, there is no Schubert serenade, no Beethoven symphony exultation, it just falls from the sky in detail and gorgeous. Selflessness permeates indifference, enthusiasm permeates wetness, delicacy permeates warmth, and gentleness swings in delicacy. This is a light rain.

Nineteen, Mao Mao rain, Mao Mao rain. Light rain, quiet and simple mountain spring, with continuous poetry; The light rain in the sky is not gloomy and sad, but fresh and green.

Twenty, pedestrians in twos and threes on the road walked quickly with umbrellas, and their wandering eyes did not understand my sadness. My sadness is a person's sadness. I just want to walk alone in the rain. I don't want them to know my sadness. Raindrops slide down my hair and across my eyes like tears.

Rain has always been used by poets to make sad poems, and every word reveals the sadness of rain. But who can really understand the true sadness of rain?

Twenty-two, oh, light rain, I can't remember how many times, I stood in the light rain, listening to the gentle and blurred rain, watching the hookah holding everything, intoxicated in this misty rain. The beauty of rain and the joy of walking alone touched my endless thoughts until the surprised eyes of passers-by and the cautious words of my mother woke me up. However, when I wake up, it is still a soft light rain, but there are many colorful flowers in the rain, which are fluttering umbrellas and people in the rain.

Twenty-three, light rain drops on green trees, trees are greener, light rain drops on grass, grass is fresher, light rain drops on flowers, and flowers are more colorful. Small raindrops come into this world, and the world is more noisy. It brings fresh air and makes the world full of vitality.

Twenty-four, a night of light rain, pattering, there is no wind, light rain is quietly falling, as if afraid to wake the sleeping people, showing concern bit by bit, bringing a little coolness to this hot summer, watering the fruit trees and crops. How much do you think this light rain should be worth? !

Twenty-five, when I miss the rain, it is when I am extremely sad, and my mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the rain.

The rain stopped and everything became so fresh. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the small raindrops, which was purer. The sun shines on the flowers, and the flowers are more colorful. The sun shines on the grass, and the grass should be crisp and tender.

Twenty-seven, meticulous light rain, lingering light rain. It's a thin finger, a needle and a thin thread, woven in a dense and oblique way, like the ambiguous feelings of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, washing Jiangnan into a beautiful spring scenery.

28, quietly, I sat at the table, staring at the rain; Listen to this heartbeat; Condensed with this yearning, this unforgettable feeling is deeply rooted in the rhythmic life, and then melts into every drop of rain, which fills every corner of you; Into a trickle, soaking every inch of land you have stepped on.

29. The rain is still falling slowly. In the misty rain, I seem to see the beautiful figure of the girl in front again. However, I always can't catch up.

Thirty years old, I always like to tilt my neck, sing songs and taste the thin rain. The yuhua district is beautifully spread on the gravel road. It contains joy, merges into a clear stream, nourishes the earth, and in a soft and quiet place, there are leisurely feelings flowing slightly.

Thirty-one, the little raindrops are singing and dancing, falling from the air to the eaves, turning gently, drawing a beautiful arc, falling to the ground and instantly disappearing into the gurgling water.

Thirty-two, the rain outside the window stopped, and the rain in my heart stopped. Once upon a time, I was still sighing for my disappointment. Once upon a time, I was still reflecting on the mediocrity at that time. Once upon a time, I was so indifferent in front of dedication.

33. The rain is so beautiful that it makes people cry. Does the departure of the rain also mean that we should end!

34. Raindrops jump naughtily on my umbrella, so lively. On the street, the reflection of traffic is like showing a movie on the concrete road! Colorful umbrellas have sprung up in the market, some striding, some leisurely, and some piled up in twos and threes for discussion. ......

Thirty-five, when it rains again, one year has passed, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the rain outside the window, I think of you and me, once so familiar but so far away.

Thirty-six, the air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.

Thirty-seven, the rain is still falling, conveying my sadness naked. I am sad, and so is the rain outside the window. Looking at the vague city and cleaning the windows, there is still no clarity. Will my life be confused by the sadness of rain like this city?

Thirty-eight, the light rain outside the window is falling, falling, falling ......, constantly beating the flawless white window, like a broken pearl and a transparent crystal ball.