2. I know I'm not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the way I came more than anyone else. I can't stop looking back and stop, but time still keeps me running forward vigorously.
3. If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
4. If God wants to destroy a person, he will be crazy. But why hasn't God destroyed me after I have been crazy for so long?
5. Will those loves carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
6. In this sadness,
7. If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
8. The things that we once thought we would never forget are forgotten in the process of our obsession.
9. Lonely people always remember everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.
1. I don't like to talk when I look at the sky, but I dare not look at the sky when I talk.
11. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, it's fine. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.
12. I gave you all the warmth in my life, but after you left me, how can I smile at others in the future?
13. There was a smile in my life once, but it finally dissipated like a fog, and that smile became a rushing river deeply buried in my heart, and it was impossible to swim across, so the sound of the river was just.
14. The noise and brightness of the world, worldly happiness and happiness, are like a clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, and the warmth comes out like a spring. I don't expect anything, I just want you to be happy, not sad. 15. The wind blows like a broken flower, and
16. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then in a casual moment, you will find that the things you tried hard to forget are really forgotten.
17. hide in a certain time and miss the palmprint of a period of time; Hiding in a certain place, I miss a person who is standing on the way and on the way, and makes me worry.
18. Take my hand and walk with your eyes closed, and you won't get lost.
19. If we are not together one day, we should be together.
2. Some things haven't been finished yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. Don't listen to me. But don't let me listen to you.
21. I forgot which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. We smiled and said that we stayed in the same place of time, but in fact, it was already swept away silently by the torrent.
22. Some people will always be engraved in their memories, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but every time they think of him,
24. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the skylight and refusing to come back.
25. You will never see my loneliest time, because I am loneliest only when you are not with me.
26. The space formed by singing is free for years to come and go, so the face of the person who still protects has never changed with a huge and endless hate.
27. One day I will walk away from you silently without any sound. I have missed a lot, and I am always sad alone.
28. I look at you smiling, silent, proud and lost just like now. It's just that I have been standing in the present and you have stayed in the past forever.
29. If we are all children, we can stay in the same place in time. Sitting together, listening to stories that never grow old, I slowly show my head.
3. I forgot which day and year I carved a face on which wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will those loves carved behind the back of the chair bloom like flowers on the concrete floor?
31. Not every effort will yield something, but every harvest must be made. This is one.
32. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings
33. Forgetting is our unchangeable fate. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget the misplaced things
34. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.
35. There is no soft love life in a hard city. It's not Lin Daiyu, and it won't be a mirror that many people will never see through because of sadness. However, I mean that the world is like a thousand years.
36. Memory is like the water that falls in the palm of your hand. No matter whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean from your fingers.
37. Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sorrow. I look back at my growth path and watch it day by day. I stand on the side of the road, with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker, and see countless people passing by me with no expression. Occasionally, someone stops to smile at me, like a peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will never give up.
38. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.
39. Things that we thought would never be forgotten will be forgotten by us one day in the process of our obsession. Time has taught me nothing, but it has taught me not. A year has passed like this. Next year, it will go on like this. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability after all in depression. It's just that we can't find it.
41. Leaving makes things simple, people become kind, like children, and we start over.
42. When a wild animal is injured, it can run to a cave to hide, then lick the wound and stick to it, but once it is asked about it, it can't stand it.
43. The wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.
44. Because I know you are a child who is easily worried, I dare not fly too far when I put the thread in your hand. No matter how I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see it. Even if I occasionally get lost, I know you are waiting for me.
45. I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like laughing, but I always laugh. Everyone around me says that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why do I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forget to talk when I see trees falling off their leaves crazily in autumn, and I forget my original direction when I see the warm yellow lights on the road as it gets late ...
46. Youth is a beautiful sadness ~ ~ ~ ~ I didn't cry, but my tears shed ~ ~ < P > 47. Look at the mountains that I have never seen, walk the water that I have never walked, squander the youth that I have not squandered, and commemorate the unforgettable commemoration ~ ~ ~ Youth is a pool of water. No matter whether it is spread out or held tightly, I can't flow through my fingers ~ ~ ~ < P > 48. I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, playing all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shining silver silk threads on my back. Manipulate my every move. I suddenly feel myself like a doll, acting all kinds of joys and sorrows. There are lots of shining secret thread on my back, Controlling all my action.
49. Memorizing the leaves that want to rot, those fresh and light greens have long been buried in the front of the time scale, and only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale. When I stubbornly carry my bags and start my new journey alone, I know that as long as only a few friends stand behind me and stare. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the sunset, which makes me feel heavy. However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and all the betrayals are left behind, we can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still keep marching. How many flowers fall in a dream
5. I am always attracted by the beautiful chapters composed of Chinese characters. After reading them over and over again, I always feel that Chinese characters are the most beautiful language but not the most pleasant words.