Suddenly, for no reason. Regardless of whether others know anything, just want to leave. Let it become the past that others can't remember even if they deliberately mention it. Escape from this fantasy. Escape from this sadness. Escape from this trap. If you put too much into it, the one who gets hurt is yourself after all. I realized that I am the kind of sadness that can't be pitied. Even myself almost look down on myself, there is no end to the input, righteous input. I don't care, but what I got is a bruise. I thought I had forgotten, but I was paying attention all the time. Standing in the lonely quiet corner, quiet attention, pay not the slightest return, but also willing. Cut off all the back roads and leave that wrong start. Wrong place, wrong encounter. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Just want to give yourself a clean place. Only one's own world, will live a good life. Life always begins in one's own cry, and arrives at the end in other people's tears. It is medically believed that tears have a cleansing effect on the eyeballs and are a stressful response to the outside world, starting with the foundation tears at the time of the fetus. Thus, tears mark life until after it is over, and perhaps there are still tears in the memory of your soul that has drifted away. People are emotional animals, have seven feelings and six desires, can not be suppressed in the bottom of the heart, appear outwardly, no more than expression, language, action, etc., joy or sadness, crying and laughing, tears accumulate in the eyes, water like flow, drop by drop is the world of emotion. In this world there are true and false, there are calls and traps ......
Meet the city lost before. The city of encounters before it gets lost. The kite in your hand has broken its string. Is it because I'm lonely that you show up. Or is it your existence that makes me feel sorry for myself. Fate passes me by. A distant message on the answering machine. Sweet in a dreamy moment. Leaving behind real thoughts. A single love can connect two people's sky. A road can bring two people together in a flash. Their destinies can change. If you want to believe, you can see each other. A single tear can block the sky between two people. Blurring my vision. Calling out your name
From the beginning to the beginning. Two parallel lines will meet one day. Do you believe that? Two parallel lines will meet one day, we, will meet? Tears always can not help but flow, at that moment I know the temperature of the tears, y appreciated, I can not help but let the hot tears out, let the water to clear the face, each drop contains a kind of pain, the pain so that the tears in the constant venting of inequality, let the tears for their own continuous to shout, but the tears can flow how long? And how much can flow?
As the saying goes, "men don't cry lightly", but it's not easy to meet a man crying, there is no kind of painful emotions, men will not fall in tears, men's tears are indeed very few, perhaps because fewer and more precious, right? One day a man who loves you very much cried, the tears are not for nothing, he really loves you, you are so important to his every expression every word, and you are running away from this love, men are very confused, because he knows that they really love each other, but they love with all their heart ah! Why don't you want to believe in yourself? Why don't you want to accept yourself? The repression inside makes him really sad.
Tears are not for nothing, every drop has a grief, a mood, a flow of love. Tears are valuable and should be cherished. Hiding in the night secretly cry. Hiding in the night secretly read you. God knows I love you. That's why I'm not allowed to be near you. I know it's me. So I promise to keep my distance. God knows you don't love me. That's why you're punishing me. Letting you exist in my world. But we can't be together. Even the wind knows how to sigh. Even the rain lowers its head. It's a pity. It's a pity that I can only. Hide in the night and cry in secret. I'm afraid someone will see my red eyes. Hiding in the night to think of you. Afraid that someone will see through our secret. I know I can't. I knew I couldn't go on like this. So I warned myself. You're just an illusion. Oh, God. Why do you punish me so? What have l done wrong? I cried. l laughed. I am mad.
Tears are not only associated with sadness and grief, but also with joy. Laughing in anger, crying in joy, people in the great surprise or happiness before, it is difficult to find the best way to express their emotions, and tears are often the first step out of the shower. Laughing with tears, frankness, but then the many feelings of complex emotions for a moment is difficult to say all, all cohesion in the liquid that came out of the socket. Tears seem to have a relationship with the woman, good favor bright eyes, if there is a haze of mist, is a pool of blue beauty and temptation, born to take people's souls and infinite flow. Tears, panting slightly Daiyu hard to hook away the hearts of countless men, why are counting on the "heavenly drop a sister Lin", can be imagined. There are tears, men tend to make a fool of themselves to go to pity, women also tend to push the boat birdie, tears become a lubricant of harmonious love. But women can not be used too much, because in the face of women's tears, men are always terrified, do not know what to do, either ignore it, or slip away. Women, please remember that many times, the smile and tears are equally important.
Men have tears, so men are accustomed to hiding their tears in the bottom of their hearts and letting it flow in their blood, which is the influence of cultural traditions. Fake out of the strong will always have a day of collapse, when the man really want to cry, must beware, that can be real breakwater sea a hair out of control. But most men will choose to cry in front of no one's corner or the closest woman heartbroken, most of the time he used a smile to hide the tears. Dare to laugh and dare to cry, is the true nature of people. Heart true love true, tears also true. There is a moving heart, we use tears to moisturize the world; there is a compassionate heart, we use tears to pay tribute to the pain and grief; there is a sincere heart, we use tears to warm the soul of suffering. Life is always in tears in the forward, sweet and sour crying and spicy taste, perhaps, understand the tears, understand the life.
Anything will become the past, everything will be cloudy. Seeing the friends around because of the feelings of the thing and live hard, haggard. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Feelings are ultimately tormented, perhaps I should say that I met the wrong person. The wrong chase happens, so the hurt is inevitable. Like the flowers, they fall. And the embrace of the earth. Happiness dances with the wind. Loneliness, having the loneliness of being alone, but not lonely. Maybe happiness is like the flowering period, there are ups and downs, there are blooms. At least once beautiful, once happy. So parting need not be afraid. But let it blow down with the wind, no more ups and downs of the day. I believe that day will not be very far away, everything will be clear.
Tears for whom to stay I am tears
I am tears, I cheer for people, but also for people sad. What are you grieving for? I'm sorry to say that I'm not happy about this, but I'm sorry to say that I'm not happy about this, but I'm not happy about this. What do you like? The heart is relaxed and happy, forgetting all the favor and humiliation, wine in the wind. Fan Zhongyan had a search for "not to things, not to their own sadness" of the ancient benevolent heart, and today's tears, it is searching for "feeling extreme sadness, joy and tears" of the modern style.
I am tears, I flow for the sad, my mother is human. They will be buried for a long time of sadness and let out, so I was born I. 5?12 event, make people grieve, the remnants of the crustal movement took away a living life. Before the disaster, the little people, eagerly seeking the rain of knowledge, the Chinese nation is in the holy fire transmission, the Everest summit of the harmony of joy. Every child thinks they will run in the sunshine, forever and ever ...... who knows that this century-old earthquake, took away all their dreams and hopes. Tears blurred people's sight and hearts. People are immersed in the wife and child, the loss of loved ones in the pain, and I - tears, is the only channel for them to vent their grief. I fell on people's hands, knees, faces and hearts, in the dust, in the rubble, downstairs and in their hearts. People almost desperately rummage through the collapsed building, almost desperately shouting to find a loved one who may still be alive. Cry, with 1.3 billion people's tears to wash away the endless grief in people's hearts, because - the dead rest in peace, the living stronger.
I am tears, I am tears for the jubilant, and my mother is human. They merged excitement and thrill, and I was born. I can never forget that moment, July 13, 2007, for with the human race, is a sleepless night, never forget the day. When the International Olympic Committee President Samaranch in Moscow announced to the world in the year 29th session of the host city is - "", the country up and down the boiling, the world as long as there are Chinese children of the place are boiling. Finally, China successfully obtained the right to host the conference after a hundred years of trials and tribulations! Years ago, China was still being ravaged by the invaders, holding the "sick man of East Asia" sign, such as beggars cowering in the corner of the world, but in just a short period of years, China's sportsmen and women are brave, tenacious, with sweat and tears to leap to the forefront of the world. At that moment, everyone cried, they were so excited that they could not sleep all night, with tears to express the endless joy in their hearts. People reveled in front of them, crying out in tears in the streets, "It's a success! Success!!!" The excitement could not be expressed in words, and I, the tears, was the only way for them to vent and talk. They let me scattered on the red flag, team logo, Chinese knot, in the Bird's Nest, the Water Cube, the square. I am everywhere, all the time for people to convey this delightful news, I am like a dove, flew all over the world in a flash. Then, I will use me to bless them, bless the sons and daughters of the Yellow Emperor and the sons and daughters of China, and use the "China Seal" which is engraved with 1.3 billion people and 56 nationalities of the country for the Olympic Movement's oath, *** with the witness of an ancient civilization and the modern style of the country for the Olympic spirit of the reverence! -Because it is the pride and joy of the entire Chinese nation.
I am a tear, I am both for the sad and flow, but also for the happy and flow, although both **** exist, I hope that I am more for the happy and flow, so that the whole world less sad, more joy. I hope that there are fewer and fewer sad people and more and more joyful people, I hope that love can fill the world, and I hope that in a few years, I will only flow for the joyful people.
Crying is a girl's nature. I remember my mother telling me, "Tears have many uses for us."
Yes, in fact, tears are not just a sign of excitement or extreme sadness, they are also a release, a relief, an expression of love.
Life requires tears. Because I was busy with midterm exams, my whole body was tense, it seemed that not a single nerve in my body could be relaxed, and so, after a week of being wrapped tightly like a bandage, I finally came to the Saturday that I had been expecting for a long time. "God, have mercy on me." I sat stiffly in the car to go home, looking at the front seems to be still fluttering, that late at night "fast" pendulum, the heart can not help but sigh so. Envisioned that the home painfully comfortable, temporarily let me first this "mummy" out of the activities, but the father's order sound like a thunderbolt to me, so that the stiff limbs I climbed upstairs, lock the door, quietly crouch down in that corner, silently let the crystal tears pouring. To understand, this is not a wordless rebellion against my father, but a "summary" of the entire "lingering" week.
It was an exhalation, a release. Tears are my best weapon at the moment. I want to cry, I will never bow to frustration, tears witnessed my determination. Frustration is not terrible, the tears are not discouragement, it is a wake-up call for me to get up and continue to move forward with confidence. So I rearranged my traveling clothes and reminded myself to face the challenge with courage and ease.
Life requires tears. While strength is a spirit worthy of our pursuit, tears are equally worthy of our compassion.
When faced with a surge of frustration, I cried, these tears are not cowardice, not fear, it is the strength to urge me to move forward bravely. When I saw my adopted ducklings left one after another, I cried, the tears are not complaining, not heartache, it is love, is my heart in exchange for the deep love. When I see that touching deed, that moving movie, I cry, these tears are not contempt, not sadness; they are admiration.
Believe me. Life needs tears, when you are in agony over something, please cry. When you are jumping for joy, please cry. Please believe that it is a true feeling, a deep inner monologue. After the tears, whether it is the fierce wind; the roaring rain; we can still see the bright sunshine!
My home downstairs came to a mending clothes old man, she is not tall, seven of the ten fingers with band-aids, she has a pair of glasses, can not see is presbyopia or myopia. From her skillful movements, we can see that she has been doing this for many years. She came almost every day, except on rainy days. I would often stand downstairs and watch for ten minutes too. One day, the strap on my school bag broke, and I wanted to mend it, but I saw that the strap was very thick and it was a little difficult to sew it up. So, with the intention of giving it a try, I found her and asked her to sew it for me. The old woman looked at it and said, "Try it." She put the bag on the table of the sewing machine, and then she stepped on the treadle. At that moment, I looked at the old man, she had many wrinkles on her face, her eyes looked kind, her cheeks were a little dark red, and she looked like she had been through a lot of weather. Maybe it is cold, her nose is red, her mouth gasping and counting something. The book bag is about to be sewn, but at this moment, only to hear the "ding" sound, the needle broke! She sighed, took out a needle from a small bag, put it on, and then continued to do it. As I watched, my heart fluttered inexplicably. After about a minute, the schoolbag was fixed. I put my backpack on, paid the five dollars, and said no change as she looked at me in amazement. Before she could say anything, I ran home. When I got home, I told my mom what had happened. To my surprise, she laughed and said, "Silly boy, she could have had more needles for five dollars. Besides, she helped you to fix your bag, and you paid for it, so you don't necessarily have to pay for the needles." I heard stayed, mom added: "But from this incident shows that you have a good heart." I smiled weakly at that. At this time, I felt that the sunlight outside the window shone warmly on people, warm, as if spring had come to earth, but spring came to my heart early, the sun has been warmly irradiated my heart, because I have a good heart. For the first time in this winter, I felt the sun was so warm. The morning of May 12, the sun was as bright as ever, the children's reading, laughter and singing floated out of the campus, causing the heart to warm up, no one wants to go and destroy this beautiful. Campus, the wind hangs gently, occasionally blowing into the classroom, bringing a trace of the fishy fragrance of flowers, the sun accompanied by the wind, gently falling on the grass, the leaves of the trees rustle, under the trees and the words more delicate, colorful, some forced your eyes. At noon, the body is warm and crispy.
Opening the small window of memory, I remembered a day last semester, remembered the touching scene ...... On that day, our school invited a professor from abroad to give us a vivid gratitude education class. He spoke vividly on the stage about many examples of gratitude, which made the students y moved. Afterwards, he told the students to go up to the stage to speak their heartfelt words that had been buried in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would go up, but the result was unexpected. Students have gone on stage. They, like a torrent, solemn and unstoppable, on the stage. Almost every student's eyes were moist. They are on the stage and their parents to carry on a heart-to-heart dialogue, admit their faults and express their determination to study well and repay their parents in the future....... Maybe it was infected by this atmosphere, my heart was slightly shocked, I only felt a torrent, from the bottom of my heart, rushed out of my eyes, I cried. But I didn't wipe the tears away, letting it wet my face and wake up my ungrateful heart. Yes! How could I be ungrateful? From the time I croaked into the ground, to become a man, which is not the work of parents ah! Dad, mom, it is you, accompanied me through the unknown number of spring, summer, fall and winter. It is you who have accompanied me through all the bumps and setbacks. It is you who have accompanied me out of the wrong way and into the light. When I was aggrieved, it was you who left the work in hand and ran to my side to comfort me and counsel me. In my homework is not completed, but has long been tired to go to bed, it is you, accompanied me to finish my homework, know that the night is quiet. In fact, you are more tired than I am! When I was sick, it was you who stayed by my bedside and cared for me, pouring water for me and bringing me delicious food. When the weather suddenly turned cold, who was it? And sent me clothes and gloves from far and wide? Dad, mom, the love you give me, how great it is! It is like sweet rain, like dew, moisturizing me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate through the layers of barriers, spilling into every place where I am, every day where I am; it will embrace my cries, my laughter; it will hold an umbrella for me, paving a road, filling all the ups and downs. Dad, mom, the love you gave me, how selfless it is! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive me for my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will study hard, learn to be grateful, and repay you well! A drop of kindness will be repaid by a spring. But what you have given me is the whole ocean! Ah! Who says the grass heart, to repay the three spring sunshine?