I want to be a tree and stand on the road you must pass. I would like to be a cloud to shelter you from the scorching sun. I want to make an umbrella to resist the storm.
City people are looking for things, jobs, places to live, lovers, memories and dreams. Some people are looking for another person, some people are looking for themselves, some people are looking for something, but they can't tell what they are looking for.
Sometimes, we live very tired, not because life is too mean, but because we are too easily infected by the external atmosphere and influenced by other people's emotions. Walking in the crowd, we always feel that there are countless pairs of eyes sweeping our hearts and lungs, and there are many rumors, which eventually confuse our minds and gradually bind us in a mess we weave. In fact, you live for yourself, and not many people can take you to heart.
6. Perhaps the best way for a person is to be quiet. Even if you live alone. Crossing one city after another, walking through one street after another, looking up at one sky after another, witnessing one parting after another. Then it faded, and I can finally say frankly that I am finally less persistent.
7, if one day, you want to leave me, I won't leave you, I know you have your reasons; If one day, we pass by, I will stop and stare at your distant back and tell myself that I once loved that person. Maybe a person can love many times in his life, but there is always one person who can make us laugh the most brilliantly, cry the most thoroughly and think the most deeply.
8. When people are tired, rest; When you are tired, just calm down. When you grow up and mature, this society will see through. Tired and sad, just squat down and give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you. You cried, tears are your own; You are in pain, and no one can feel it. Then you have to smile with tears.
9. When you are in a bad mood, always ask yourself what you have instead of nothing. If you feel uncomfortable, look out of the window. The world is big, the scenery is beautiful, there are many opportunities, and life is short. Don't curl up in a small shadow. If your life is at a low point, then go boldly. Because no matter how you walk, you are always going up.
10, Jimmy's classic quotations
1 1, learn to be sensible and don't always let your parents worry; When we grow up, don't keep everything in mind. If you really have something sad, talk to your friends. When we grow up, we should learn to care about people. Don't ask others to do everything; Really, don't be willful when you grow up. You must understand that one day we will bear all the responsibilities.
12, dear, let's be each other's sun and illuminate the haze of life. Let's be each other's strength and let the bad things become the past. The reality of life makes Shicheng feel sad, but I believe we have our beliefs. I hope we can still see each other's positivity after passing through the dusty years. I am fragile, you are thin, but we will bravely hold hands.
13. People who are overly sensitive are doomed to have a hard life because they are too easily influenced by other people's emotions. Paranoid people are always thinking, and the result is that they are trapped in a mess of thoughts and can't move. Sometimes, it is better to care less than to care more. -Quoted from Han Han and Zhang Xiaoxian.
14. At the age of forty, I was healthy, had some savings, married, considerate husband, obedient children, and had a job I liked very much. This is success. I don't have to be famous or rich. -Yi Shu's "Tianya Haijiao"
15, if loving you is a task given to me by God, I hope this task is permanent, and it should not have a deadline. Because God knows I will cherish you.
16, some roads we walked side by side, some stories in which we were the protagonists, a song that we duet for so long, and what will never change is the persistence of love hidden in our hearts.
17, I really want to see you, I really want to call you, I just hope you can miss me, even for a second, I am very happy.
18, it takes a minute to break a person's heart, an hour to like someone, a day to love someone, and a lifetime to forget someone.
19, without you, my world has no color; Without you, there are no white clouds in my sky; Without you, my body has no soul; Without you; My life is only tragedy!
20. Fish said: You will never see my tears, because I am in the water. Water said: I can feel your tears because you are in my heart.
2 1, how long the night is, how long the tears are, and how long the love is. Follow you for a century rain or shine! We sail forward in the ocean of fate! Jimmy's classic quotations
22. I meet you in the afternoon of summer dusk, miss you in the long wind and frost of autumn, kiss you in the spring of grass green, and just want to ask you gently-let me love you all my life, OK?
23. Knowing you is a fate, falling in love with you is a beauty, and being with you is a blessing. I want to be with you forever.
24. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you until we are too old to go anywhere, and you still regard me as a treasure in your hand.
25. My heart beats for you every day, I am touched by you all the time, and I worry about you every second. It's good to have you!
26. Once you hold hands, please believe in your choice and don't care too much about the worldly vision. Maybe TA's education is not high, maybe TA's face is getting older, maybe TA is engaged in an ordinary career, but don't forget that you once chose TA because of its spiritual beauty. Your other half is not the capital you show off when chatting, but the person you love in your heart.
27. People who live a confused life are easy to be happy; People who live too sober are prone to anxiety. Everything is too real, and troubles are everywhere; And the confused people, who don't know how to care, find the great realm of life although they are simple and rude. We like to appreciate the happiness of others. At first sight, I found myself looked up and envied by others. However, your happiness is often in the eyes of others, but not in your own heart.
I just want to grow old with you.
You said you were destined to be with me in this life, and you must be with me all your life. When we are old, we can recall the laughter and tears in the long river of years together. With these memories, we are no longer lonely. In the unknown years, regardless of the wind and rain, we walked hand in hand. Two loving hearts grow old in the washing of life. However, you broke your word. On a sunny afternoon and a dark night, you left with a bloody hickey. You were only 25 years old.
25 years old, that's an age when life is like a flower. The years of youth surge with the humidity of the season. The grass is singing in the branches, the willow is chasing kites by the river, the flower fairy is wearing a red veil, just like the married bride is wearing a red cheongsam, and the royal willow is full of spring scenery. These things look so beautiful in people's eyes, but you say it's not important to you. The important thing is that you can't hold my hand until you die.
I was covered with scars when I left, and my feet, legs and arms were bitten by wheels. Deep red blood flowed from beach to beach and soaked my whole body and mind. The pale face is like a bleached waxed paper, with no color at all. My eyes are tightly closed, as if I were asleep. Neon lights show your slender shadow. I cried and tore my heart out, but you were calm, as if you had left without any regrets and never came back. At that moment, the earth stopped for you for 7 seconds.
After more than 9000 days, I missed you day and night, and I missed the unforgettable memory of walking hand in hand with you on the red carpet. You are a typical silly bride wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and a red scarf. I hold your hand and slowly step into the marriage hall. Firecrackers and drums rang in the wedding hall, and the suona that greeted the wedding played a sweet movement for you. You smile like a peony in bud, which is somewhat touching.
You look best when you are shy. Eyebrows droop, thin lips slightly open like two cicadas, revealing two rows of fish teeth, bright eyes like clear springs, reflecting the net beauty and sweetness of the soul. When I smile, my cheeks are flushed, and my white face looks like a layer of pink rouge. Natural without affectation, decent without frivolity, very beautiful.
You cry, too. On your wedding day, you hid in the boudoir and cried your eyes out. You knelt in front of your mother and held her hand, refusing to step out of the boudoir. She hugged you and accompanied you with tears, and the wedding team waited outside for a long time. It was not until the third quarter of the auspicious season that you stopped crying, got into the sedan chair and came to me with the wedding procession. From then on, you became my bride. You were 23 years old that year.
Twenty-three years old, prime of life, more than thirteen years old, cardamom in February. The beauty of youth is always fascinating. But you are ill-fated, weak, and thinner than a yellow flower. You said that you don't like Lin Daiyu, and she is sick all over, and she is unlucky and pitiful in beauty. You said her "funeral speech" was too sad to read. You said you liked Jia Baoyu. He is infatuated and unfaithful to Sister Lin. You also asked me: Will you love me like Baoyu? I said, yes. I want to hold your hand and grow old together. You smiled.
Our days together are very happy. During the day, you work in the fields, sewing and washing clothes; At night, you thread a needle under the lamp and live alone. I teach in a rural school more than ten miles away from home, and I only stay at home with you once a week. Nevertheless, we are happy and satisfied.
But your weak body is killing me. I take you to the hospital every three days. Every time I see a needle stuck in your blood vessel, it's just like sticking it in me. My heart is crying and bleeding. I often curse God for being unfair to you. Why didn't this disease happen to me, and I still have to torture a weak woman like you? You cover my mouth and scold me: don't say that. I want to hold hands with you and grow old together. But before we got old, you left me and Qing Er. Qing Er was less than eight months old when he left.
You are cruel enough. You left quietly without saying hello or saying goodbye to me. It has been 28 years since I left. 28 years. Do you know how I got here? I miss you all the time, miss you, call your name in many dreams, and meet you in many dreams. On the banks of Queqiao River, we meet on Tanabata every year. I walked through the vast sea of people looking for you, the mountains are high and the roads are far, and yin and yang are separated. I looked forward to, looked forward to, waited, waited for ten years of life and death, but I didn't remember that the short Songshan Mountain was a lonely grave, and there was nowhere to say.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, I came to your grave with dining tables and wanted to talk to you, but the door was closed. The front and back of the house are covered with weeds, and you won't clean it. I looked everywhere, but I didn't see you. I told you a lot in front of the door and asked you a lot, but you didn't answer me. Do you think I'm nagging or seeing someone else?
It's good for you to leave. Don't worry about anything. But have you ever thought about how I feel inside? What kind of life do I live? I miss you every day, but I can't see you. Every time I come back from school, I always feel sad, and my dormitory is deserted. Lying in bed at night, tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and my mind is full of our happy time together. You held Qing Er and sat by the bed nursing. I sat next to you while enjoying Chinese painting. The faint light reflects your thin face. My heart is like an angel, drunk all over the world. But when I woke up the next morning, I had nothing but tears.
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My nephew and I are here to see you. They have all grown up, and so has our Qing Er. They are all married and have children. You don't know about it, do you? Why are you crying? Who told you to go? Miss me? Call me when you miss me, or send messages to Yi Meier and Yi Meier, okay? That's it. Hey, forget it. It's up to you.
Don't forget, we have an appointment. I will hold your hand and grow old with you. Don't lie. If you lie to someone, you are a puppy.
Modal phrase: I want to grow old with you.
I like you not because of how good you are, but because I like you.
I want to grow old with you.
Once you like someone, your IQ will basically fail.
We can't be friends after breaking up because we hurt each other. You can't be the enemy. Because of our deep love for each other, we became the most familiar strangers.
My heart is broken, but even if I move the sky, I can't touch you.
In fact, there are only a few steps from falling in love to not loving, and nothing will stop until death.
I smoke, first because of you, and then because of myself.
In this love war between you and me, am I the one who "died" the worst?
Two weapons of mankind: self-confidence and courage.
How do you feel when someone you care about tells you to go out?
No matter how painful the wound is, there are no more tears than the pain of betrayal, only the indifference you give.
My friend asked me to find another one. It's not that I don't want to find one. It just takes me energy and money to fall in love!
The taste of forgetting is like appreciating a cruel beauty and then telling yourself to face it in a small voice.
Youth has not yet begun, and old age has arrived!
When we are a beautiful memory, when the memory is buried in the past that we can't come back, we always feel sorry after losing it, and sometimes we even burst into tears. However, with the rapid development of time, memories are getting weaker and weaker in the years, even though those memories once made us cry. One day after many years, I accidentally remembered, quietly remembered, and burst into a smile. When the laughter ended, my cheeks were wet, but my heart was warm.
There is no one like you in the world, and I can't ask for more.
I'm joking. I hide my heartbeat through excitement. I can't laugh or cry. It's nice to be alone.
I will support my last pride with my last smile.
How can you forget the person you loved? I just can't find any reason to miss you anymore.
I deserve this, but will you stop laughing so loudly?
When people ask me if I have forgotten him, I always deceive myself and tell them that I have forgotten him.
Secret love came out, became strange, hurt, heartbroken …
If my rival in love falls into the water and can't swim, and I happen to be able to swim, I will jump into the water and swim in front of her.
One day you can come to my mind, and you will see that there is all the sadness you have given.
My signature is for you to change, you will never understand.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to perfunctory me.
What can't be forgotten is the memory, and what continues is life. What I missed was just passing by.
When love begins, it is beautiful. When love ended, I was very sad. The reason of distress is that the one who wants to end can't wait to run away, and the one who doesn't want to end seems to be pulling at straws and doesn't want to let go. The imbalance between two people leads to long-term pain, often pain.
Keep a constant promise, but can't keep a fickle heart.
Youth is always sentimental. The cool time broke my heart.
I gave up too much for you, and in the end, I found that you were the one who should give up most.
I can't. How can I admit that you are the one I shouldn't love?
After you left, many things at home were very sad. Every night, I have to comfort them to sleep.
Love to the extreme, but not good at words. The more painful, the calmer the surface.
I'm surrounded by you and say you just want to marry me. Why are you lying with her now?
Suddenly miss, suddenly heartache, suddenly upset, suddenly want to see you.
Looking back with hope in disappointment.
Love is free pay, willing help and mutual telepathy. Since you have chosen love, you should treat it sincerely and cherish it. Sometimes it is difficult to express it in words when others are lonely.
Really, feel at ease; Fake, welcome. Really? We are responsible for ourselves.
The worst place I fell was where I started over. This is my feeling. I'll clean it up myself.
Even at the end of the dream, please make me feel happy.
Tell yourself not to be sad when you are wronged. That's what happened. Anyone can do this. It is common to be misunderstood and accused. Life is like this, and we are no exception, and we are no exception. Many times we are passive, and even explanations are useless. We can only accept it silently and endure it silently. Let time slowly subside, I believe everyone will understand.
You are the love of my life and irreplaceable. You treat me like dirt and ignore me.
Let's grow old together.
You said you were destined to be with me in this life, and you must be with me all your life. When we are old, we can recall the laughter and tears in the long river of years together. With these memories, we are no longer lonely. In the unknown years, regardless of the wind and rain, we walked hand in hand. Two loving hearts grow old in the washing of life. However, you broke your word. On a sunny afternoon and a dark night, you left with a bloody hickey. You were only 25 years old.
25 years old, that's an age when life is like a flower. The years of youth surge with the humidity of the season. The grass is singing in the branches, the willow is chasing kites by the river, the flower fairy is wearing a red veil, just like the married bride is wearing a red cheongsam, and the royal willow is full of spring scenery. These things look so beautiful in people's eyes, but you say it's not important to you. The important thing is that you can't hold my hand until you die.
I was covered with scars when I left, and my feet, legs and arms were bitten by wheels. Deep red blood flowed from beach to beach and soaked my whole body and mind. The pale face is like a bleached waxed paper, with no color at all. My eyes are tightly closed, as if I were asleep. Neon lights show your slender shadow. I cried and tore my heart out, but you were calm, as if you had left without any regrets and never came back. At that moment, the earth stopped for you for 7 seconds.
After more than 9000 days, I missed you day and night, and I missed the unforgettable memory of walking hand in hand with you on the red carpet. You are a typical silly bride wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and a red scarf. I hold your hand and slowly step into the marriage hall. Firecrackers and drums rang in the wedding hall, and the suona that greeted the wedding played a sweet movement for you. You smile like a peony in bud, which is somewhat touching.
You look best when you are shy. Eyebrows droop, thin lips slightly open like two cicadas, revealing two rows of fish teeth, bright eyes like clear springs, reflecting the net beauty and sweetness of the soul. When I smile, my cheeks are flushed, and my white face looks like a layer of pink rouge. Natural without affectation, decent without frivolity, very beautiful.
You cry, too. On your wedding day, you hid in the boudoir and cried your eyes out. You knelt in front of your mother and held her hand, refusing to step out of the boudoir. She hugged you and accompanied you with tears, and the wedding team waited outside for a long time. It was not until the third quarter of the auspicious season that you stopped crying, got into the sedan chair and came to me with the wedding procession. From then on, you became my bride. You were 23 years old that year.
Twenty-three years old, prime of life, more than thirteen years old, cardamom in February. The beauty of youth is always fascinating. But you are ill-fated, weak, and thinner than a yellow flower. You said, you don't like it