A word that excites boys.
What's the point of falling in love without being together?
The palest confession that I love you is the most direct.
Why do you always give me hope when I want to give up?
When we get used to the baby's name, we think nothing can separate love.
Maybe I'm just a child. I love you like a child.
All the past is like a yellow calendar with lost pages. No one will post him on a page of memory.
Old relationships need to be replaced by new ones.
Always tortured by something called feeling.
Tears are often so long.
On the way to love, we need to help each other. Looking back, there should be two footprints. If one day there is only one person's footprint, it must be me carrying you forward.
Whatever you say, I'm sorry.
You never know. I want to be more than just a friend. I also want to have a little gentle arrogance and selfish possession.
Anyway, as long as you I love can live safely, I have no choice.
You will think of me inadvertently in the future. Please don't forget that I love you deeply.
Are you used to my initiative and good habits, to my flattery and everything?
The living don't know if there are dead people in the next life, but they can only become the past.
Love is worthless, hellip
Even if you chew your tongue, you can't say back the love that once belonged to Russia.
Now is the easiest and most difficult for me.
Gradually, we are no longer depressed for worldly things, no longer heartbroken for loneliness, and no longer unable to let go of the love in the world, not to mention moths falling into flames to love madness and light.
In the silent night, your appearance appeared in front of me again, disturbing my dusty dream. Listening to the rain, I miss you under the half-closed window. Then, let the words bloom again and again in the silent night. Why not, just for that kind of waiting, just for that kind of distant yearning. Perhaps, I am an explanatory flower in your past life. In this life, you are the concern in my dream and the answer I will never solve, so I torture each other and miss each other until it is gone!
Pour out the absolutely beautiful acacia, stubbornly cover up cinnabar with a tear between your eyes. If love turns into a river, I will make a boat with words. You are on the boat and I am on the other side, waiting for you to cross!
Buddha said: Looking back 500 times, this life will pass by! In my past life, I didn't know that I needed a little gaze in exchange for your affectionate review and living with you. The moment we met, my world had collapsed. If my dance moves like a butterfly under your gaze, it is doomed to fly out of your palm. I put on makeup slightly, raised the charming radian of the corners of my mouth, dipped in some ink, gently pulled my sleeves and spread a piece of ordinary paper. In your poem, there is no turning back.
The wind is light, the rain is light, and it's a little cold. In the evening breeze, little by little thoughts, like these scattered petals, slowly accumulate with desolation and fragrance, becoming a feeling of constant rationality and confusion, confusing memories.
The moon is accompanied by fading beauty, but I always remind myself that even if I don't care about your love, the sky has changed and the autumn wind has fallen leaves. Incomplete things are wrong, but now I call myself regret and sad!
How many people love me, how many people can love me, who will love me, who should I love, I can only love those I love and those who love me. This is the so-called ability. It is my white-haired parents who love me. I should love my white-haired parents. I love her uniquely. Love is not single-minded, love is not dead set, love is to give happiness to the person you love. Love is a kind of pay, but also a burden; A kind of tolerance and understanding; Love is a contract and a kind of tooth decay.
In the quiet time, because of a sentence, a song and a back, I clearly skipped the memory, just like the sparkling water in the dream lake, a beautiful Bai Lianhua appeared in the waves, and your fragrance led me across the bridge. You see, even if you are asleep, your silhouette is still blooming in front of my eyes.
I want to say that I am still resting, but my tears have become a line. Want to leave this disturbing idea, only to find that the fragments of memory can not arouse the warmth of the past. When you are gone, you miss like a dead leaf, in this season.
After leaving the Qing dynasty, it will never return. Who complained about Mo Qing dance? If I have never met before, can I continue to be happy and abandon my sadness? It's just that you and I really met in the warm and cold season.
Take acacia as the inkstone! Take deep affection as ink! Attachment like water! Black tea with heavy make-up is dancing under the brilliance of one room, dancing with dazzling dance, full of unspeakable sadness! Jumped for a long time! Dance with the sad prayers of flowers! The pale brush strokes that run out of pen and ink are winding, just like I don't want to follow when I am displaced.
I love you, simple and generous.
Without your hypocrisy, I can go by myself.
I can't sleep at night just because you are still wandering in my heart.
A person can fall in love with many people in his life. When you get the happiness that truly belongs to you, you will understand that the pain together is actually a kind of wealth, so that you can learn to better grasp and cherish the people you love.
The best thing in life is not the moment when you realize your dreams, but the process of persistence.
Perhaps the white clouds and the sky are so beautiful, because they are blue, because they are short-lived and unintentional, but you are a beautiful episode that is hard to forget in my life. I will miss you in the sea of time when people come and go. Our love is like a cloud.
Only the passion of magma jet can calm down and taste the astringency of Kuding tea. As time goes by, some thoughts disappear quietly, such as faded blue calico, and gradually become a blank. What disappeared became eternity.
Rain will turn into coffee, seeds will bloom roses, travel is a kind of date, parting is the taste of loneliness, not without company, but complaining that coffee is not drunk, the road is tired and the rain breaks, and only friends are the most precious.
I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, including myself, believe me! I will give you happiness.
One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then in a random moment, you will find that the things you wanted to forget have really been forgotten.
Freedom is my free bamboo, debauchery is my free ink, and I wrote an immortal, warm and conscious life in lush summer. Innocent life is pure as water, and the life of desire is evil as the devil; A carefree life is like a bright moon, and a sentimental life is like a poem; Simple life is ordinary, but very free and happy; Gorgeous life is colorful, but ethereal and lonely. Youth is fleeting and things change. There are endless rings, but they transcend the secular significance of fame and fortune.
I am a free wind, enjoying the snow in the cold season. At night, I take off my autumn clothes and fly in the boundless world. At this time, the wanderer returned to his hometown, relatives gathered, lovers embraced, and the poet was still crying. I mercilessly scatter snowflakes into the sky, just like crossing a willow tree, just like bidding farewell to your lingering tenderness. Years are wrapped around my stomach, and I am tired of the noisy world and miss my distant hometown.
Life is always full of all kinds of helplessness. You just need to adjust your mentality and get busy with what you are doing, but don't forget your initial thoughts, learn to encourage yourself, understand the feelings brought by this matter, and don't let your heart numb and be run by the machine. In leisure time, listening to light music soothes the nerves; Open the book and feel the faint fragrance in your heart; Call friends or family.
Sunset alone, I sat alone in front of the lamp crying, so the faint fragrance filled my sleeve, and I brushed away my sleepiness. Because I miss you, I miss you in my heart, and I can only remember it with songs in the middle of the night.
People say that life is a game of life, and the road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan. Therefore, the eyes can't be confined to the front. As a trip and a kind of practice, we grow up in the scenery and become the scenery in the eyes of others. We, gain and loss, cultivate our mind and cultivate our nature, such as Gu Lan, opening a window on earth, only having our own heart is enough.
Sometimes life is really ironic. When you are emotional, when you are in full bloom, you are always on the other side of that time. You used to roll at the intersection of Meiyuan. I hope to see you stare back at me. I don't look back. I'm afraid you will see tearful eyes, but you don't know that turning around may really be a lifetime! I didn't cry when you left. I can't bear to disappear this beauty with tears.
Curled up in the silent and desolate colors of autumn, the fearless heart dispersed without hubbub, and I could only feel endless loneliness and melancholy. I ran on a golden land, remembering that a poet once described me as miserable and desolate, and then stopped under the blue night sky in October. Passing a maple leaf, it seems that it is not dying in the dusk, but is about to harvest endless hope. , looking for an unusual relief.
Thousands of years have passed, and more and more ink stains have penetrated acacia. In this life, you are full of absoluteness together, and you don't want to rely on it. Only by looking back gently can loneliness be written into unbearable poems. I wandered around 3000 obsessions under the bodhi tree, tired in the corner, exhausted my feelings, painted thin years and turned the dance of missing into chaos.
That is Jiangnan that Iraqis will never forget. Wind and water, there are dreams in poetry, and there are poems in dreams. Jiangnan is still young, leaving three generations of feelings here. It used to be a man or a woman here who had lingering feelings and flirted with each other. Who has been dreaming? In retrospect, dreams have existed for thousands of years.