You can't lose your smile if you lose everything.

My youth passed away in his years ■

Youth is too thin. Blindly squandering

"Warm, warm sunshine,

Memory is in a corner of my heart.

Things are people, not everything. Don't cry yet.

If waiting can only be waiting)

Break the mask. I'm looking for the same kind.

I took the time to find it myself. . . . Essence. . . One at a time. . .

It's not much. . Has been selected. .

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This is what I answered before (screen name)

I got an autograph from a book (youth is a touch of blue sunshine)

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First love never hurts anyone. Because it is the initial emotion, true and pure, we will give it a indifferent smile because of self-pity no matter what the outcome is.

The wind made my hair fly, and I felt its amplitude, not with my skin but with my heart. I think maybe at that moment, I was moved.

In the long years, 20 seconds may not even be a flick of a finger, but it is enough to remember a person.

Love is like an hourglass, when the mind is hollowed out, the heart is filled.

In such a city, everyone is like a mollusk, with its own shell, huddled inside, afraid of being hurt.

Love is like a swing, swinging between pleasure and pain.

Those who say goodbye and those who are sent will continue to face loneliness, but the difference is that those who are sent face the unknown, while those who say goodbye will return along the original road and become more lonely.

Empty tracks, quiet platforms, and the loneliness of attacking again.

First love is only first love, it belongs to such a specific time and opportunity, and the feeling is unique. What we miss is not the object of first love, but the innocent time at that time. The feelings experienced after growing up are different from the first love, mixed with rational factors, but not necessarily impure or beautiful.

People and things in the past have left images in their hearts more or less. Over time, they may not be what they used to be, but they are mixed with their own understanding and imagination Fantasy is the most beautiful, no matter how beautiful the reality is, there is a gap because it is different from imagination.

-"Girl Blue"

She knew that she had only seen the boy twice, but the first time she saw him deeply, it hurt her.

CC has all the happiness she doesn't have. She pities CC, fearing that she will lose happiness, just as she pities herself.

-"Maybe we used to."

No words, no communication, simple interpersonal relationships can release meaningless eyes everywhere.

The unpopular classroom is full of indifference. Closed lips also have moist moments and a desire to tell.

There is a small dwelling in the young heart, which can only bear loneliness.

-"has nothing to do with love, but has an affair with loneliness"

I am afraid because I care, years are killing me, and people have a serious energy.

Some people are lucky that age doesn't leave too many marks on their faces. Some people are luckier. They are always young because they live in other people's memories.

-the sequel "and love ... and loneliness ..."

Growth is a process of sharpening one's edge. Outwardly maverick, inwardly rebellious and hesitant, will eventually be tolerated by profound loneliness. (abstract)

Beauty or ugliness. Ignorance or sobriety In and out, life is a mess.

At night, street lamps are shrouded in an intoxicating haze. I don't know if I am drunk or drunk.

Pain is the tear gas of life, and weakness is its captive.

Cognition is a process of time reversal, but the trajectory of life is not. The road to the origin may be very different from when it came, because too many chaotic thoughts occupy the mind and make people forget. In fact, there is an idea in people's subconscious. From the moment of existence, it supports the trajectory of human movement until it finally reaches the origin.

I like these. They can help me realize my dreams and fight against the secular world, just like gravel covering the ostrich's head, which brings a temporary calm, but then there is a huge storm.

-"Where are those flowers?"

Afraid of seeing vulnerability, afraid of sympathy flooding, because we can't be the savior of feelings. (abstract)

Lonely hearts will not be saved by pity, and lonely hearts will not be hurt by pity. This is a lonely game after all.

-"Lonely Games"

There are too many mistakes. It didn't go well. Not perfect. Too many. Like melted chocolate. Can't pinch back the original shape.

It's like being locked in your own prison. Only you can save it. Can you get out of prison or not? I'm exhausted.

-"Written in the Night of August"

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, a person is always lonely, with an empty heart, misty eyes and flying thoughts. When the spirit is rich, it can be beautiful even if it is not beautiful.

-Winter in Lijiang

The quicksand of time has diluted all the boundaries of friendship. I laughed heartily in the sunshine, as if I saw that we were in Na Yue that year.

-"Encounter"

He said, I only love her in the past, and I will love her and them in the future, because she is gone.

Maybe one day, when I see this young face, I will still remember what happened between us, but at that time I just buried it in my heart.

The autumn wind is rustling, and I stand alone.

-"Where"

More often, I don't want you to see my sadness, so my mouth rises and I smile like a lying D.

I will smile and say I miss you. But I understand that this is just a beautiful dream, a euphemism.

Bad habits that haven't changed are still written on my face, and then I will take them into a new life. Maybe this is the clue that you remember me.

-"Sleeping without Dreams"

The ancients wanted to see, but they couldn't see. With the support of ideas and trust, they pinned their love on the bright moon and autumn water. Their ideas are more real and sincere. Compared with the ancient light feelings, their feelings now become vulgar and short-lived.

What we are afraid of is uncertain loneliness, a signal that has not yet arrived, and a long-awaited failure. It seems that the realm of joy without lewdness and sadness without injury is getting farther and farther away from reality.

The real missing is looking at the stillness of the sky, hesitating to pick up the phone and put it down, sighing in the air.

People are all mollusks, and they need to find a hard coat to protect them, not the body, but the most vulnerable part of their hearts, that is, self-esteem.

It seems that people can't find the key through a humble door, so they have to watch sincerity being hidden in the snow.

Words are not beautiful, words are not believed, and the most real thing is the life I realized in this autumn, which is dull and ups and downs, leaving a aftertaste.

-"Qiu Si"

Records are because they have really become the past, and they are already things in memories.

People are so contradictory, forgetting near and remembering far.

-"Scorpio November"

It is not the smoke that anesthetizes people, but the illusion of that moment. It seems to be a fascinating journey, but it is just seeking comfort in a fictional world. Don't rely on anything, even a cigarette. Because, smoke is unintentional, and people have a heart.

It doesn't matter if there is no beginning or end. We should calmly forget the details, time will be diluted, and memories will become hallucinations.

I shed a lot of tears yesterday, so I shouldn't belong to today. Open your eyes, raise your head, and the sun will melt them. Should we let those conditioned thoughts float into the atmosphere like this and deviate from it far away? Laughing is silly, because I am sad.

Unless the heart is completely dark, there must be a shadow. People can never understand themselves, only themselves.

Trees, some choose green, seem to be sticking to something; Others chose yellow and gave up the leaves.

Autumn has passed, leaving winter behind.

The day passed, leaving the night behind.

Time goes by, leaving memories.

The back is gone, leaving behind thoughts.

If you leave, there will always be something left behind.

A person is lonely but not lonely.

-"Blank in Autumn"

Going back and forth is as fast as drinking carbonated drinks.

Memory is the fresh-keeping date on food packaging, and it will only be remembered if there is something wrong with it. In spare time, stick to reality; Don't give easily, don't expect to gain; With it, it is calm, and when it dies, it is gone. You can choose whether you are unhappy, hurt or sad, or even love or not. This is the love of fast food.

-"fast food doctrine"

The scenery outside the window is going backwards like a movie, and life will eventually go backwards into history and disappear behind.

It's not snowflakes flying in the sky, but peach petals flying all over the sky.

-Peach Blossoms in Winter

Say goodbye first, turn around first and imagine the scenery in the pupil of the person behind. How wonderful it is to leave.

This kind of gathering and parting is just one of so many gathering and parting, which are almost the same. I will forget it after the next gathering and parting, and forget the parting at that time.

Being and then disappearing, just like meeting and then leaving. But, uh ... I experienced the joy of vicissitudes in vain.

-"Let's get together and go"

Some feelings may only be taught by life. When we were young, we laughed so young.

-"One day we will all grow old."

In this still time, I seem to have touched its end.

The world is so small and has changed so much. I also stood at the intersection of traffic, waiting for the sun to set, and then took myself home.

-"Crossroads of Time"

As an individual life, everyone is tragic, whether it is brilliant or barren. Plain is the deepest taste of life. It is often at the end that I understand.

I hesitated when I left, and I hurt the scenery when I left.

Reality is the shadow of the sun in the fog. When night comes, everyone has his own place.

-"Plain is the deepest taste of life"

Who will be forever, who knows. I can only be brave.

It is sad to lose something that belongs to you, even if it is only for a short period of time.

Time will fade away, only feelings will be remembered. After a long time, even my feelings will be forgotten, and I can only recall some pictures, such as frozen shots. The person in the camera must be smiling.

-"Feeling after Shanghai"

Winter is like a cold forest, cold and terrible, with no end. Stepping on the footprints left by my heart, I am getting farther and farther away from happiness.

Growth is a compromise. When you see through it, you are old. I bid farewell to the past, in fact, I know it will never come back, but it is reassuring to say goodbye, and there always seems to be a glimmer of hope for the future.

Start a deep sleep journey, can't sleep, waiting for the next moment, missing is just blank.

Standing on the edge of going to another country, I can especially understand what he was thinking at that time. I think I'm getting old.

-"I don't trust people when I am lost"

It's not so much touching as the humble pity implied in the film.

Everything passed, I thought I forgot, but in my deepest memory, I was remembered from my dream.

Dream is not faith, it is mysterious and fantastic, what should be remembered will be remembered, and what should be forgotten will not be remembered. His dream has come true, but his dream has not.

-"About Dreams"

Time goes by slowly, like a long-lost luxury, a touch of sadness, accompanied by the upcoming departure. Those changed landscapes are full of memories and are blown away by the evening breeze.

He said, you were wearing a white skirt the night you looked at the stars. I wanted to hold your hand, but I never dared. Suddenly lost, those innocent days. ...

-"so. Goodbye. Lemon grass "

Sometimes thoughts don't have to be transferred to people, and friends don't necessarily meet each other. Missing turns into silent blessing in their hearts.

-"Miss Christine"

We must thank the so-called setbacks in childhood, because the pain of setbacks will be erased by years, and the firmness brought by setbacks will make us spend more time harvesting when we grow up. (abstract)

It seems to be alive again, flying out of an arc and running into the bushes. Where it lives, there is no fear, no hunger, no beating and no despair.

In the conversation between her mother and the class teacher, she slowly looked up at the golden sun in the blue sky. Am I bright gold? She was deeply confused inside.

-"Platelets in the heart"

I never imagined that when I grew up, I could handle the originally difficult things successfully by hypocritical means. At that time, after all, we had not grown up, and the affair did not belong to us. All the beginnings with expectations will eventually end in escape.

At every stage of life, there will be big or small events, which will leave a deep or shallow impression, but the throbbing of Seeds of Love is an indelible mark in his heart.

We no longer have cowardice, tears, pain or sadness; At that time, what flowed in each other's hearts was smoothness and understanding, and it was always a youthful but sweet aftertaste.

-"Blue Maple Leaf"