1. Sometimes, it always feels like time is like a river. We sit on the bank and watch it flow away quietly.

2. A fallen flower can make people cry; a musical note can make people miss you.

3. The long time *** The faith we have walked together is to keep the stability of the years in the world. This ordinary affection holding hands with fireworks will never be let down by time.

4. The farthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you but you don’t know that I love you, but that I stand in front of you and you don’t hear me say: I love you. you.

5. It’s a pity that time flies and life is in a hurry. We are all just passers-by, wandering around every corner of the world. It comes in a hurry and goes away in a hurry, leaving only some memories in my heart.

6. When you like me, I don’t like you; when you love me, I like you; when you choose to leave, I fall in love with you.

7. There is an indescribable secret joy, and there is also a kind of longing that is lost in the fog and refuses to let go.

8. Who has passed by on the street, just for that, a word is broken, a mirror is empty, a dream is concentrated, and the years are passed by without a trace. Love has its own place to fall when it returns. Those who taste it lightly will be blinded, but those who taste it deeply will penetrate into the marrow and capture the heart. The trickling beauty turns into a butterfly, entangled with fate. The delicate old love turns into tears, as pure as dust. The faint and phantom dream falls into dust, but the fragrance remains the same.

9. Reminiscing about the past without regrets, speechless and broken shadows shaking, lovesickness lingering in my heart. You are the knot that I can’t untie in this life. Day after day, there is silence in the gaze. Count how many twilight hours, dreaming together. The crazy talk in my sleep fills the paper with my words. A wisp of paper and ink depicts the long and solitary smoke. The wind does not tell of loneliness, and the wind does not write about pain. My shallow and weak writing is already full of long-distance thoughts. Eternal and unchanged.

10. Thoughts lightly pass through the fingertips, condensing into the indifference in the heart. When alone, there is a transparent loneliness and helplessness in the soul, which stirs up a river of water and releases a touch of sadness.