1. Many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in the days that we never forget. .
I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily.
If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?
Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
6. In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
7. If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
8. Things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
9. Lonely people will always remember everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of your loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.
10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like talking anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again.
1 1. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.
12. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future? ..
13. I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like a fog. That smile became a swift river deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
14. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world, are like a clean stream, swimming in the wind before my eyes, and the warmth is like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad. ...
15 The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is shaking, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
16 One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried so hard to forget. ..
17 hid in a certain time and missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry. ..
18 Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost. ..
19 If one day we are not together, we should be together. ..
Standing on a cliff
Watching you crawl under your feet.
One by one.
Luxurious and bright youth
be all tears
Standing at the age of sixteen, at the turning point of youth, between one life and another, I finally burst into tears.
On the day when the black wind blew, on the day when I saw birds singing in the air, on the day when red-violet bloomed cherry blossoms, on the day when you looked up and bowed your head, in the cracks and crevices of the Millennium, I always burst into tears. Because I can't stop thinking about you. Is this the cruelest and gentlest imprisonment?
I am a child who will look up at the sky when I am lonely, looking at the big sun, looking at the big moon, looking at my neck ache, and looking at tears.
I will wait for you
Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed. You won't get lost.
In a flash, we are so old.
Those songs are like sounds of nature, dreams are like clouds, electricity is like tears, complaints are like flowers are like wind, andante is like Shaanxi opera/my black elegy.
How can I remember something I haven't remembered for a long time? Those silent expressions lie quietly on the floating grass.
Walk back and forth under the scorching sun.
I thought they would go to sleep quietly this summer, but they were woken up again.
In recent days, I always see endless camphor trees when I close my eyes. It runs through the whole city.
Those camphor trees, along the rolling mountain roads of the city, have grown into endless memories. They are standing on the roadside, standing in every corner of the city.
Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry silently ferry all year round. In this way, they quietly drew dusk and morning.
I miss you in the past, I miss 17 years old who left by bike, I miss the wind aroused by your smile, and I passed my thin youth with sadness and joy and yesterday that is gone forever. Bright. Sadness. Endless.
I didn't know it would be so sad to stare at the sky when I died. One by one, the plaintive cry of snow birds swept away obliquely. I saw your face in the light blue sky, so I smiled, because I saw you, as happy as a child.
I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life as it flew over my head. The hourglass tossed and turned, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have changed.
Lonely people will always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I will always think of you! Every night when the stars fall, I count my loneliness over and over again.
In a flash, in a blink of an eye, we are so old.
Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the days that we never forget.
I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I kept looking back and stopped, but I still rushed forward angrily.
You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.
If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?
Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
If I can be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore, but I dare not look at the sky again when I talk.
How can worn jeans go with an evening dress and my guitar go with your piano?
I count your smiles every day, but when you were in Lian Xiao, you were so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and lonely.
I once had a smile in my life, but it finally dissipated like a fog. That smile became a swift river deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
If I can be with you, I would rather all the stars fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, like a clean stream, are warm in the wind and in front of my eyes. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad.
The firefly in the left hand is unforgettable, and the right hand is a meditation for ten years.
The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile wobbles. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried so hard to forget.
Hiding in a certain time, I missed the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
Take my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost.
If one day we are not together, we should be together.
If the memory is as strong as steel, should I laugh or cry?
If steel corrodes like memory, is it a happy city or a waste?
Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. My left hand is a firefly that never forgets anything, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.
There are so many places around a person that you can pay so much. In this small circle, some people want to come in and have to leave.
Youth is a beautiful sadness.
I forgot the year, month and day when I carved a face on the wall-Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face sadly.
I like unbridled broken flames, because I can burn all the shackles. I am the king of the whole earth, but my brother is the god in my heart. The only God. I want him to be free even if I sacrifice my life.
If you bear the snow in the distance and there is nothing I can do, I will also pray that the snow will come to me.
Facts have proved that children involved in words will never be happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight, wandering to the skylight but still refusing to come back. -
Shake, become the most beautiful ornament in my life, look at the sky, snow and the deep shadow of the season.
I am by your side, my favorite you, although you are in tears, although I am about to go far away, I am willing to be an angel with broken wings and protect you forever!
Youth is a beautiful sadness ~ ~ ~
I didn't cry, but my tears came down ~ ~ ~
I hope that one day I can pack my bags with you, see the mountains I have never seen, walk the water I have never walked, and squander my inexhaustible youth to commemorate that unforgettable commemoration ~ ~ ~
Youth is a pool of water. No matter whether you open it or hold it tightly, you can't run through those thin years through your fingers ~ ~ ~
What I once thought I was obsessed with was forgotten in the process of obsession.
Memories of rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green leaves have long been buried in front of the time scale, but the overwhelming rancid smell remains at the end of the time scale.
When I stubbornly carry my bags and start a new journey alone, I know that as long as 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 betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on.
What happened in 1999 is like a faded movie, where weeds are burned endlessly by time, and the thin boys and sad girls in the photo are left behind. No one remembers them, and no one will ask when they leave and when they will return to January. How many songs have been sung in those years? We are standing in the rough sea, and how many are still blooming.
In the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly to outsiders outside the building, and the mountains outside the mountain were not returned.
Those who look back earlier than Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano have tears in their eyes.
Rustling flowers fell all over the shoulders.
Where is the south of the Yangtze River in the shadow of the flute and the cold window?
I finally believe that time reversal is just a beautiful myth, deceiving children, but if possible, please make up another story to deceive me, ok?
The expression on Sakyamuni's face is always compassion, but Qianshan still can't escape the ethereal.
Happiness and happiness are so similar, but is happiness happiness happiness?
You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.
One year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges another.
Meeting and parting, mixed feelings, lying on the sofa, living in a dream all my life.
Find a group of acquaintances, who will pick us up in a minute.
You know each other. Play and sing for a while.
I looked at my youth on the other side of the river, with a calm and sad face.
In fact, everything has changed. I am like a parrot sleeping in a shell. By the time I poked my head out, the sea where I once lived had turned into an unattainable mountain range, and I was a walking corpse on the cliff.
Holding your hand, no matter where I am, I want to run to heaven.
Time didn't wait for me. You forgot to take me.
I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your reflection.
When the days become old photos, when the old photos become memories, we become passers-by walking back to back, stubbornly walking away in different directions step by step. There is no Athens, no Rome, and there is no turning back.
I am a child who will look up at the sky when I am lonely, looking at the big sun, looking at the big moon, looking at my neck pain, and looking at tears. It's true. Good boys don't lie.
I am like a lonely puppet. I lost another puppet that was inseparable from me. From then on, I can't perform or move. I was abandoned in the corner, covered with dust, desperate in loneliness, sad in despair, and then I always miss you.
Those boys taught me to grow up and those girls taught me to love.
Grandma said that people have hearing after death and sometimes virtue. When people reach the imperial power, if they hear their beloved crying, they will turn back. Once they turn back, they will not be able to go to heaven.
I don't know if all love stories will have a tipping point. At a certain moment, one day, all the carefully saved gold coins will disappear. The child who saved money burst into tears.
Leave, make everything simple, give everything a reason to be forgiven again, and let's start over.
I am like a lonely puppet. I lost another puppet that was inseparable from me. From then on, I can't perform or move. I was abandoned in the corner, covered with dust, desperate in loneliness, sad in despair, and then I always miss you.
I always feel that lonely and huge bird is looking for something. It can be so lonely for hundreds of years for what it is looking for. I like this kind of bird, and I can do anything for my ideal.
I look at you like this, smiling, silent, proud and lost, so I am happy with you and sad with you.
It's just that I've been standing in the present and you have to stay in the past forever.
I asked God: How can I forget the sad thing while laughing?
God replied; Drive yourself crazy.
Believe in the best things in human nature, but still indulge in despair.
I always tell myself that even if one day we are not together, we will be together.
Lin Lan: There is a word called "much transformed", which is the most vicious word I have ever seen.
Matches: Actually, anyone who looks at me will feel sad, because one morning, when I got up to brush my teeth, I suddenly found my temples in the mirror were all white, just like the frost in Beijing in winter. I stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in my mouth and cried. That was the first and only time I cried in prison. I feel terrible. I've never felt so bad.
We stand outside time, they lie flat on the bottom of the river, and our youth is buried in the deepest cave. I can't hear their voices or see their faces. I only see their lonely backs, as if to say goodbye.
I feel that the world suddenly fell out of thin air, and then the night quickly filled like ink, and the sound disappeared without a trace. All the futures seem to be abruptly buried in the deep river bed, one kilometer below the thick silt of the river bed, and then one kilometer above the water, and there will never be day.
It's like someone holding a knife, finding our most vulnerable and undefended place, gently stabbing it in, then pulling it out, bloody, and stabbing it in again, until the pain is numb at last, and now it's blurred, and no one can know the future outcome.
Graduation is a window pane, we have to smash it, then walk past it with sharp fragments, and start a completely different life after dripping with blood.
On the day when the black wind blows, on the day when I see snow birds chirping in the air, on the day when you look up and down, in the cracks and crevices of the Millennium, I always burst into tears. Because I always miss you endlessly, is it the most cruel and gentle imprisonment?
Tomorrow is another day.
Even now there is hope.
We all firmly believe that no matter how cold the snow is, no matter how long the winter is, it can't stop the warm return.
But all people forget that warmth and happiness, as well as the approach of spring, can't stop the coming of the next winter.
I've been climbing for a hundred years.
Burning with a smile for a hundred years.
Just waiting to meet you again.
Because of your happiness.
It's all the beliefs in my life.
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Secondly, in the seventh year of Viola:
The bed is the grave of youth;
Because we all walk so easily in the shadow of others' aura, we are silly and noisy, and we firmly believe that this is our own advantage and value. And I indifferently insist on trying my best to describe the hostility between ideal and reality in pale language, as well as the long-standing indifference and hope, rejection and compromise in my heart. Really, really, again. Youth, my lovely youth.
Whether we are right or wrong, we love it but forget it. Did you cry when you left or something? I was just hurt, but I smiled. I want to quote a sentence that has been said many times. It is all the warmth in my life. I gave it to you and told me how to smile at others in the future.
It turns out that some things are really accomplished inadvertently, and some people are really destined beyond imagination ... No matter what kind of body God gave me, I have staged joys and sorrows for seventeen years, and some people have carved something in the scenery along the way. I learned to be safe, to lie, to be calm, to be silent and to be patient. The joy of tossing and turning turns into a cup, and I stand in the wind and sweep them into the darkest corner of my heart. It doesn't matter anymore. Smile at others with bright eyes and teeth like that, the soul bursts and the shadow lingers. Only strength is everywhere.
So if you have misfortune, you have to bear it yourself. Comfort is sometimes stretched. If you are not strong, you have to work hard. We are not naked, hungry and unaccompanied. We have no right to be sad. We can write happiness for a long time.
At the end of the stranger's road, there is a cup of bleak and dark ashes scattered. How many weak human feelings can keep the regret of being well-fed and buried? At the end of the sad elegy, it is a so-called mourning for the lonely soul under this silent monument. And this world, in a flash, how many bitter souls whose bones are not cold, follow into the empty silence, but can't afford a trace of commemoration in the world.
I stood in the wind, and my broom swept the scattered glass near the darkest corner of my heart.
The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.
In forgotten memories;
Under the ordinary shell, there should be juicy pulp and hard and shiny stone like fruit.
In our time, what we lose is a kind of mood.
Have the simplest life and the farthest dream.
This youth is no different from the youth in any period in the world-the fleeting joys and sorrows in the years of life are like wild flowers burning on the road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.
Look, in this world full of love and being loved, hurting and being hurt, life is mean to us, because it always lets us down; However, life is so generous that it will always save us after disappointment.
Far town:
I thought rebirth was a beautiful thing. However, now I feel that this is even more helpless than carrying memories.
Sometimes we can trace back to the depths of a stranger's life, and we can clearly feel the similarity in the depths of everyone's soul.
If you don't travel far, how can you understand every strange and beautiful life track in the distance?
If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch.
There are many people you think you can forget. Actually, no. They are always in a corner of your heart. Until the end of your life. In the end, you will miss the light in the dark in every corner, because they constitute your memories and feelings. But you can't hug them anymore. It was not until the end that I realized that the journey was a lost process that I never forgot.
Profound thoughts are the link between oneself and memory. It supports all the past. Sadness and joy are mixed. It also leads us into a broad life path. This is the burden of our destiny. But I always willingly bear its heavy burden to balance my frivolous life.
In this world, there are things much bigger or sadder than you expected at any time.
Her usual attitude is melodramatic.
Missing is the weakest thing in life, not humbleness.
However, I choose to forget the people I care about.
In this world that regards turning back as weakness and shame. No matter how far you go, you will never achieve what you want. No matter how close you get, you can't go back to your dream. People will always be a group of creatures enslaved by their inner regrets and longings, trapped in a one-way street of life, unable to go far and go back.
I have seen your most affectionate face and your most gentle smile. In the cold world, the light gives me the ability to live and love while walking.
Some things fade away, you know it existed, but you forget how it existed.
Because they are flesh and blood, many words have become taboo. Communication is a shame, closeness is a shame, and it is natural to express love for each other by demanding and slandering each other. What a sad fact.
North:
Both man and the earth have a calm and simple face, which shows the ordinary history of thousands of years.
If you don't want to be disappointed in personnel, the only way is not to place any hope on them. ... this is not despair, it is the only way to survive and the prerequisite for happiness.
Blue flowers:
Is this growth? It's like turning a page.
Close, just because of fear of loneliness.
Goodbye. I know that if there is no parting, there will be no concern for growth.
Farewell to spring:
If tear drops, then my patience will be awakened.
The significance of youth never lies in the third year of purgatory, but must be forged by the third year of purgatory, with the most profound interpretation.
Postscript: The lamp bed of the earth is the grave of youth;
How hard it is for a person to be honest with his past.
Ice is sleeping water;
In autumn, there is an overwhelming blue sky in the north, which flows out of the eyes like the credits of European movies.
Melody is as kind as time. Swinging accordion and smiling beat. Unplugged memory
Thin drinks:
Expression-if you must have it-can't lose a cool and reserved coat anyway.
It is something we have done to nag about this meaningless nostalgia occasionally. It's just that you put it quietly in the silence that is no longer easy to take out long before me. And until now, I often take loneliness and take it out for a quiet walk.
Only when memory becomes something outside our bodies can we go further in this cemetery.
The composition of youth, once considered to be extremely grand, is actually just some fragments so exquisite in form that once they fall into the river bed of time, they can never be found again.
Life is just a ruler ... In such a ruler, youth only occupies a short period of time, and it is always represented by several beautiful symbols. The way we look at it records that we are as far away from it as a sundial.
I think we must live with dignity because of the generosity of life. Just like life itself, respect our existence.
Night prayer under the lamp:
In the life we once lived or came, did we stick to the original intention of youth and innocence, can it continue in the rest of our lives, and are we still on the road for the past obsession?
Wandering scenery and idle grass;
The light was blocked out of the window by the gentle radian on the top, and only a long and narrow warm color was cut on the rough old wooden floor that was stripped of paint.
Excessive emotional exertion is also full of cracks.
The luxury of youth lies in being sober enough to spend more than 700 nights writing a insincere letter to a person who does not belong to the future.
Those youths who once had nowhere to put and were almost full of life once gave us a beautiful and luxurious way to decorate the ordinary and lonely life.
If a person's dream can't come true, then only one gesture is good. For example, put on a flying posture, or say a blessing to see the sea in your dream before going to bed.
I can't sit beside you sadly;
I always think that things can replace missing and commitment, so that we can stay in each other's lives forever.
Those happiness, because it is too short, finally become sad in retrospect; And those sorrows, because they are unforgettable, become happy experiences in memory. Everything has become a vague memory like fog and frost on the glass window in late winter. Gently wipe it open, you can clearly see all the people who have been overwhelmed.
At that time, you never sat beside me sadly. That's me who never sat beside you happily-sadly, after the song ended, I suddenly realized that I couldn't sit next to you anymore, only to realize that I was really unhappy.
Blue face:
There is a person in my heart, which is a collection, so it fills the gap in life.
The sun is far away, but there must be a sun.
Auditory hallucination:
We are interwoven by warp and weft, woven into brocade by years, and intertwined with the ending of nothingness.
The book says that "many things in life are too heavy to say", so I totally believe that I am angry and afraid, no way back, and I also believe that I am not alone among those who struggle in a masochistic posture.
dreamland
In fact, people should live more numb, so as to feel more sensory pleasure. I know all this. However, when I am young, maybe I will continue my life. Because of the inherent tragic color in my temperament, I am immersed in the sad background of life indefinitely. This background color always breeds hope, persistence, and all illusions that tempt me to continue living near the critical point of abortion. ...
In all my travels, Daocheng is the most desolate one. Sadly, it is the closest to life.
Life is like a road. You must walk out of the bustling scenery in the desolation.
Old town:
We always remember those who have forgotten us, and those who have been forgotten by us are also commemorating us.
We should waste our lives more meaningfully.
It is because I care too much that I can't let go.
God lets us get used to something, that is, use it instead of happiness. But in fact, we accidentally got used to the emptiness of the essence of life.
Don't fantasize that others are loyal to you.
I really want to trust someone. And always believed.
People will always be separated, for our uncompromising future, for the so-called bright hope.
We can only know ourselves in the cold and warm, know ourselves again, know ourselves again, and know ourselves to the depths of the soul to be independent, and go straight to meaningless defection on this long road.
Life is such an indulgent game that everyone knows. Because there is always parting.
Yesterday:
In the movie, we watched others live the dream life for us, watched them love and die for us, and were moved to tears-after doing it, it was just an illusion, and life was still nothing.
The shining days gradually spread out into a dark canvas, depicting a nostalgic portrait.
I can't write down the date of my return in those shallow and ignorant sorrows of the past.
We all say that it's only this year, and there's nothing unbearable. But after really leaving this year, we need to put up with more things. (Senior 3 ...-|||)
Starlight the day before yesterday:
Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.
Breathe in silence like a riddle;
We are still too young. Understand the world with blind trust or blind distrust. Because living itself is to live, all the blood and sacrifices in vain are doomed-in a personal sense-in vain. Nothing can make up for the poverty of life except life itself.
Lan Ben Jia Yi:
How to keep pace with the times
Be a faithful lover of hope
About the loss and truth of the other half of the world
About how a sailless ship drifts.
Life is like fireworks burning in a city.
The ashes are silent.