1. Still so cold, still so strange, I won't stay and don't want to remember again.

2. If we get together, we will get together, and if we disperse, I can only leave the injury in my heart. If one day, the fate is exhausted, I will definitely leave. Some people say that the fate is exhausted, which is a false word for ending affection. In my opinion, it is a parallel line between us, and there can be no intersection anymore.

3. The cold wind reddened my eyes and hurt my fingers. Large tracts of snow danced with rain and fell on my forehead. During the rambling steps, I heard that kind of delicate and graceful voice. Looking back, time passed in a hurry and wet with gray memories. In this way, with the blue light, I endured the burden.

4. It has gone through two seasons from liking that name at first, to hating it, and then to liking the person it represents. In those long winters, I have been longing for a name to keep me warm, and that lingering name always makes me feel lonely at night.

5. Maybe; The watch of this life can only wait until the hand holding the afterlife, the swaying cold wind, the floating sad dreams, the years that can't be grasped, write down the sorrow full of wind and rain, the broken dreams, die with the passing years, and suddenly look back, our story, the vows of eternal love, are engraved on the beautiful and white plain notes in the residual chapters, stumbling all the way, sighing all the way.

6. With a glimpse of the cold winter, who is waiting outside that door? Sighs outline the joy of opening that door again and again, the gathering and parting of one fate, all the happiness has been reduced to ashes, and the wind blows away. After the fireworks, it is a sad parting in fate.

7. Dance to the moon, cross the night dawn, and wait for you to look back for a thousand years. According to the old porch window, twist a lovesick flower, borrow a drop of crystal tears to look at you through the curtain, overflow the vicissitudes of life in the world of mortals, look at the sunset, meet in the cold white moonlight with tears and words, and dance full of bitterness for you.

8. In this way, I was left out by the world and hid in my own world. In fact, I am afraid, afraid of being left out, and afraid of being hated.

9. In the quiet night, there is only a fragmented voice, which seems like a lifetime ago. Quietly accepted, exhausted all the joys and sorrows of the day and night, quit the stage of life, hide in the boundless dark night and cry. The cold wind mixed with the rain across the fragile eyes, and the bitter corners of the mouth were full of bitterness.

1. Tonight, I am captured by my thoughts. I miss your heart, like a broken bead, scattered all over the floor. The sound of ticking on the ground strikes my soul tightly. In such a night, listening to the wind, listening to the breathing of the night, I also want to listen to you, because you are my countless wandering in the dark, the brightest star, which can illuminate my rugged road. If, in this life, I have no chance to stay with you until I get old, then I will wait for thousands of years and wait for the afterlife to join hands with you!

11. Thinking of your dream is so desolate and desolate in the stormy night. What I see with blank eyes is that the lonely shadow of the phoenix tree is full of thick sadness. On the long road waiting for you in this life, your figure is getting farther and farther, and I am getting more and more confused. Twisting away the years, the pictures that once clung to you are now hanging high in front of the window, singing in pain and loneliness.

12. Condense a sadness and write it in the lonely and tearful hands. However, bypassing the bitterness of the fingertips, those trembling hands are already scarred and weeping, which divides this delicate and beautiful beauty into the moon remnants in heaven and earth. With the pain of being a waste, I lie in the corner of the bottom of the cabinet and look up at the familiar door as a distant angle. What about those vows that are locked and promised? Now it's Qian Qian's heart.

13. In the rainy and windy night, I am used to staying with you in the past, and the moon is faint. My pool city bears the thoughts of incense, and my eyebrows are falling, and I am sad, and I have been stranded for half a life, and I have a smile engraved on your outline. The words are wrapped in the melody of my heart, and I can't escape the lonely road. Now, I have lost your world.

14. From early morning to dusk, from rushing to busy, I not only sigh the luxury of the years, but also fear the suffering of the years. All this is a long wait for me.

15. At this time, sitting alone at the head of Naihe Bridge, stepping on the flowing moon shadow, and engraving your name in my life, I believe that the true feelings of time are kind, and I also believe that this unforgettable love is so heavy.

16. Abandoned by that red painted door, the key can no longer be opened to the happy home. In the cold night as cold as water, the once-moving part drifted into the tunnel forgotten by memory. The golden dim body, with sadness and a few solidified tears, froze the dream of leaving marks.

17. During the day, among the bustling crowds in JaeHee, I hold a thin obsession in my hand and rush about. Climb the porch window in the month, shake the ground to gather the sadness of duckweed, gather it between words, and savor it carefully. This autumn, without words, I don't know what else is worth loving. After several times of giving up, I can't let go. Autumn is far away, which is the winter with cold bones. What can I do to warm my soul if I give up writing?

18. Hide loneliness in the night when the moonlight disappears, scatter sighs, light the candle in winter, and illuminate the empty place beside you. Imprisoned in the lonely empty city of the memory cage, I forgot the foregone conclusion that a key can only open a lock. Up to now, I put it at the end of this useless life, where there is a door, and I can no longer see my own image. I measured those helplessness with my feet. Since then, Qian Qian has closed the door again, and those sorrows have nowhere to be placed.

19. The dark night began to fade away, and the taste was charming, but I didn't enjoy it. My soul had already been sold to that wisp of wind and blowing in the wind. I personally picked a leaf and threw it to the water. Rocking from side to side like a boat.

2. Love, like flowers growing on both sides of the other bank, looks at each other year after year, waiting for spring and waiting year after year. Love also grows to be barren, which is sweet when falling in love, stubborn when getting along, and bitter when leaving. And I, unable to withstand the temptation of years, nibbled away at my youth and embarked on a road that I didn't know where I came from or where I was going. 2 sentences about men's sadness

1. From early morning to dusk, from rushing to busy, I not only sigh the luxury of the years, but also fear the suffering of the years. All this is a long wait for me.

2. The dark night began to fade away, and the taste was charming, but I didn't have the chance to enjoy it. My soul had already been sold to that wind, blowing in the wind. I personally picked a leaf and threw it at the water. Rocking from side to side like a boat.

3. If we get together, we will get together, and if we disperse, I can only leave the injury in my heart. If one day, the fate is exhausted, I will definitely leave. Some people say that the fate is exhausted, which is a false word for ending affection. In my opinion, it is a parallel line between us, and there can be no intersection anymore.

4. With a glimpse of the cold winter, who is waiting outside that door? Sighs outline the joy of opening that door again and again, the gathering and parting of one fate, all the happiness has been reduced to ashes, and the wind blows away. After the fireworks, it is a sad parting in fate.

5. Tonight, I am captured by missing you, and my heart is like a broken bead, scattered all over the floor, and the sound of ticking on the ground is hitting my soul tightly. In such a night, listening to the wind, listening to the breathing of the night, I also want to listen to you, because you are my countless wandering in the dark, the brightest star, which can illuminate my rugged road. If, in this life, I have no chance to stay with you until I get old, then I will wait for thousands of years and wait for the afterlife to join hands with you!

6. In this way, I was left out by the world and hid in my own world. In fact, I am afraid, afraid of being left out, and afraid of being hated.

7. Thinking of your dream is so desolate and desolate in the stormy night. What I see with blank eyes is that the lonely shadow of the phoenix tree is full of thick sadness. On the long road waiting for you in this life, your figure is getting farther and farther, and I am getting more and more confused. Twisting away the years, the pictures that once clung to you are now hanging high in front of the window, singing in pain and loneliness.

8. Condense a sadness and write it in the lonely and tearful hands. However, bypassing the bitterness of the fingertips, those trembling hands are already scarred and weeping, which divides this delicate and beautiful beauty into the moon remnants in heaven and earth. With the pain of being a waste, I lie in the corner of the bottom of the cabinet and look up at the familiar door as a distant angle. What about those vows that are locked and promised? Now it's Qian Qian's heart.

9. In the rainy and windy night, I am used to staying with you in the past, and the moon is faint. My pool city bears the thoughts of incense, and my eyebrows are falling, and a song is sad, which has left me desolate for half a life, engraved with the smile of your outline, wrapped in the melody of the heart, unable to escape the lonely road, and lost your world. Now, only.

1. At this time, sitting alone at the head of Naihe Bridge, stepping on the flowing moon shadow, and engraving your name in my life, I believe that the true feelings of time are kind, and I also believe that this unforgettable love is so heavy.

11. Abandoned by that red painted door, the key can no longer be opened to the happy home. In the cold night as cold as water, the once-moving part drifted into the tunnel forgotten by memory. The golden dim body, with sadness and a few solidified tears, froze the dream of leaving marks.

12. During the day, among the bustling crowds in JaeHee, I hold a thin obsession in my hand and rush about. Climb the porch window in the month, shake the ground to gather the sadness of duckweed, gather it between words, and savor it carefully. This autumn, without words, I don't know what else is worth loving. After several times of giving up, I can't let go. Autumn is far away, which is the winter with cold bones. What can I do to warm my soul if I give up writing?

13. Hide loneliness in the night when the moonlight disappears, scatter sighs, light the candle in winter, and illuminate the empty place beside you. Imprisoned in the lonely empty city of the memory cage, I forgot the foregone conclusion that a key can only open a lock. Up to now, I put it at the end of this useless life, where there is a door, and I can no longer see my own image. I measured those helplessness with my feet. Since then, Qian Qian has closed the door again, and those sorrows have nowhere to be placed.

14. Love, like flowers growing on both sides of the other bank, looks at each other year after year, waiting for spring and waiting year after year. Love also grows to be barren, which is sweet when falling in love, stubborn when getting along, and bitter when leaving. And I, unable to withstand the temptation of years, nibbled away at my youth and embarked on a road that I didn't know where I came from or where I was going ... < P > 15. Dancing on the moon, crossing the night dawn, and waiting for you to look back and overlook for a thousand years. According to the old porch window, twist a lovesick flower, borrow a drop of crystal tears to look at you through the curtain, overflow the vicissitudes of life in the world of mortals, look at the sunset, meet in the cold white moonlight with tears and words, and dance full of bitterness for you.

16. The cold wind reddened my eyes and hurt my fingers. Large tracts of snow danced with rain and fell on my forehead. During the rambling steps, I heard that kind of delicate and graceful voice. Looking back, time hurried forward and wet with gray memories. In this way, with the blue light, I endured the burden.

17, still so cold, still so strange, won't stay, don't want to remember again.

18. Maybe; The watch of this life can only wait until the hand holding the afterlife, the swaying cold wind, the floating sad dreams, the years that can't be grasped, write down the sorrow full of wind and rain, the broken dreams, die with the passing years, and suddenly look back, our story, the vows of eternal love, are engraved on the beautiful and white plain notes in the residual chapters, stumbling all the way, sighing all the way.

19. It has been two seasons since I first liked that name, then I hated it, and then I liked the person it represents. In those long winters, I have been longing for a name to keep me warm, and that lingering name always makes me feel lonely at night.

2. In the quiet night, there is only a fragmented voice, which seems like a lifetime ago. Quietly accepted, exhausted all the joys and sorrows of the day and night, quit the stage of life, hide in the boundless dark night and cry. The cold wind mixed with the rain across the fragile eyes, and the bitter corners of the mouth were full of bitterness. Tell me about the mood in the sentence about men's sadness

Tell me about the mood in the sentence about men's sadness

1. I am not a literary youth, and I can't pretend to be the literary fan you want.

2. I wasn't looking at the moon, I was looking at Chang 'e!

3. I have no car, no house and no money. Would you like to marry me?

4. Men's eyes will lie

5. I will never regret being stained with blood, and the world of mortals will be free and I will be drunk alone.

6. Your [world] is full of her [traces].

7. If you want to be young and have no regrets, you must dare to think and do it.

8. She doesn't love me deeply, but I treat her like a life.

9. When two ignorant children get together, they are doomed to have no happy ending.

1. Life is a magic box, which is full of all kinds of flashy passing clouds.

11. Looking at our previous chat records, I kept giggling. Am I awake now or am I stupid before?

12. The teacher said that a wrong question is a kind of wealth.

13. Men's eyes will lie

14. Big underpants eat hot pot and sing love songs at the top of their voices.

15. Seeing that your girlfriend is so beautiful, I'm sure you are a brother. Boys' sadness

1. There are many routes in the world, so why do you choose this one? Perhaps it is doomed

2. When I was a child, I smiled from my heart, but now my smile has become a kind of courtesy

3. The most touching sentence of a mature man is that my daughter-in-law is wrong

4. My brother is affectionate and thin, and the friendship between brothers will never change. Righteousness, broadmindedness, love, and heroic spirit

5. Tears for heart breaker are a sign of cowardice, and he doesn't care about your tears at all

6. I like helping others, especially girls.

7. The young man is not too good, but he never shows off.

8. The wine is empty, the color is empty, and the wife goes with someone; Money is empty, gas is empty, and mobile phones have no money to charge.

9. I have no advantages, but my greatest advantage is that I am a good person.

1. A good man should spoil his own woman and be cold to other people's women

11. The so-called' believing' means' betting' on his wife's belief in your lies

12. In class, the teachers only target at me, and I want to say: just handsome! have