Missed Karma missed you
A selection of insights:
Missed Karma missed you
There are some things that we have lived up to this point in time and still don't understand. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I'm not sure if I've ever seen you before, but I'm sure you've never seen me before, and I've never seen you before.
It was a warm spring afternoon when I received your call. I knew you were looking for me, and I heard you say, "I'm sorry," in an embarrassed voice. Think about feeling funny, I can only hold back and say, nothing. In the evening, I lay in bed watching TV, the phone rang again. I pressed the comprehension Jian, or you crisp as *** like voice floated, hello. I asked, what do you want? Listened to my echo, you said, nothing ah, just feel curious, your phone and my siblings even only a word difference. I said, it's normal. So, you a sentence I sentence began our first conversation. You told me that your home in Xiaogan 006 factory space city.
The morning of the second day, ate breakfast, was ready to go to work, cell phone messages *** ring. Open a look, is your message. You said you slept well yesterday. I replied to you, so did I. Every time after work, found that your message has 5. So I replied to you one by one. Next, *** constantly, your message is like the evening wind blowing open my heart window, warm, pleasant. The cell phone is filled with information about you and me, together with the night, we forgot to sleep. Talk about life, talk about life; and you talk about ideals, talk about emotions. And you have the sound of the exchange of words to each other's heart; and between you, the heart and the heart of the spirit of communication. I and you are always endless confidences, and silent patience to listen.
Vaguely found that there is a flower is quietly blooming. Also found that every day is a kind of thoughts, in the heart of the rotation back and forth. I'm looking forward to your message, is my every day in addition to the work of things. The warmth of the message, let me you have a kind of inexplicable sentiment.
That day, you came to the phone, said you sell electrical appliances in a shopping mall in Xiaochang, want to see me. I was happy to agree. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product or service. The first time I saw you at the mall, you were so beautiful, and your eyes were so bright. It turns out that in reality you can also quite talk, and I only want to be your audience. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.
The days of your company, the love with the heart dance, heart with the wind. Every time the phone call, listening to your earnest concern, a pulse of tenderness in the depths of the heart will ripple open.
In our hearts, feelings began to grow, crazy growth. I'd like to thank you for letting me meet you, and thank you for letting me walk with your hands in pleasure. In the rainy evening, we look for each other the most solid feeling, lightly tread on the heart, is that the bone marrow of the emotion 。。。。。
Although we have met a few times since then, we have been away from each other for a long time. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time. The pen to write melancholy, the pen is lonely. A kind of inexplicable loneliness, can not be dissolved. How much I want to tell you, you have always been my miracle. (Funny couplets)
Summer just after a short while, you said to go to the south of a city. I was at a loss for words, not knowing how long it would be before you left. Never forget the look of your eyes with tears, I gently for you to wipe away after you promise me to come back early, you nodded. When your figure disappeared in the distance, how do you know I have long been full of tears.
In the days that followed, you said you had a good time over there. I heard. I am very pleased. The contact has never been interrupted, rain or shine. In every phone call, talk about endless miss. The distance, did not change the distance between our hearts and minds. I can still feel your warm breath every moment. Listening to the whispers of the heart, each other comfort. It is because of the gaze of true love that I have become stronger. Just in the place where you walked, for you to plant all the way sunshine and pleasure, let that care, gently spread, all the way fragrance.
But I didn't think, one day, you told me one day, we don't have to come back. I felt a vague ominous sign at that time, in my repeated requests, you said the truth. You said that your heart is now in another person. In an instant, the feeling of tearing my heart and lungs came to me, that is the flavor of heartache. How could I believe in you, how could I understand your change? The heart is empty, as the night spreads across the heart curtain, the pain wraps me tightly once again. The silent tears that slipped down were condensed into transparent ice by the cold that could not be dispelled from the bottom of my heart, so that I did not dare to touch it easily. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.
I firmly believe in love, not firmly believe in feelings. Love is the beauty of the moment, love is eternal pain. In this cycle of meeting, you are a bouquet of flowers, in the roadside of my passing, only for me to bloom a season of beauty. You just walk by, behind you is the sunshine can not kiss the years, since the outstretched hands. Can not hold your innocence, and how to put this emotion, written into a complete fairy tale.
Missed the fate of missing you, not to go to your long days, we scattered the ends of the earth. If we meet again, I will gently tell you, your world, I have been here. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product.
The feeling of selected two:
Missed the fate, missed you
The good times, a thousand kinds of flavor, more with what people say? The only thing I can say is that you are in my heart.
The wind and the moon, the neon rainbow flashes, the soul of the dream, the song is not over, the love is not over, the heart is difficult to die.
Years like the spring girl's light footsteps, always inadvertently slipped away from our side. The delicate posture, graceful flavor, the eyes of the Gu Yan, unwilling to do a moment's stay. (WeChat name)
Years, such as poetry, such as song, such as running water, but faded thoughts, attachment, ***, crazy. The years, for not getting and sad, the years, but also for the loss and tears.
A piece of petal, a touch of red dust, a drop of vermilion tears, ink stained years, lovesickness into a mound.
Isn't it true that the eyes blew into the sand, rubbing out the words, only to understand how the tears flowed down? The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet in a way that you can't.
Not in the late night to buy drunk, not in the late night wandering, no longer easy to indulge in self in every day without you.
Even if there are a thousand times to reincarnate, ten thousand times to drink Mengbo soup, I have to find you, and you embraced together to see the grass grow and fly, the tide comes and goes, the Xia rise and Xia fall.
How many endings, are scattered with the wind, how many expectations, carved in the stone of three lifetimes, I and you, the harmony of the qin and se, made in heaven, destined to meet, obsessed with waiting, obsessed with the idea, even if a thousand years of thousands of years, as long as there is a love to wait.
Just hear the breath of love and hate in the precipitation, I lowered my head forward, want to get out of your world, only to find that the more you break free, the more entangled in a good tired, good pain. Walked through the spring, walked through tomorrow, day by day, year by year, love your heart will never change. Who said that life is only hard, my road with you around, even if there will be countless pain, but also a different kind of pleasure always overflowing in the heart.
Everyone in life can not forget people, thoughts will be like fine sand through the soul, love the more true, the deeper the injury. Knowing that say goodbye, goodbye is only expected tomorrow, only helpless to love buried in the sand, buried in the road on the post.
The streets are crowded with people, why can't you see your magnificent figure? The world's most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to get the best out of your life. I would like to go back to our yesterday, each other with sweet **** bitter, cherish each other love. Now, do not want to believe that we no longer have tomorrow, let the tears in the pillow spread, missed the fate missed you. Your tenderness from now on always out of this moment in my dreams, right and wrong, laughter and tears, now, have become scattered memories.
Bubble a pot of rose tea, enjoy it, drink a cup of wine, singing to the moon, life geometry, the flow of life you and I can not be retained. For love bravely pay, failure never care, even if my life is lonely. Even if the ups and downs, let me turn the dream into a song, into a poem, into a beautiful prose, as long as it is not in vain.
Missed the fate, missed you.
The feeling selected three:
Missed the fate missed you
I was in the flow of the year, a person quietly walking, only the music as a companion, but only the words can comfort this more and more cool heart. I'm used to this never-ending loneliness, gradually calm down, no longer remember the bittersweet past, no longer wishing to brilliant as the summer flowers of the bright past. In the plain flow of the year, the quiet sense of realization. If all the wounds will scab, then I will not again heartache, will not die as ash; if time can take away those cold memories, then I will be able to look at the autumn and spring winds, the days from the calm silence!
Like the wind of the years, hurry to come and go. The river thawed and ushered in another spring. And I'm just like that pool of dead water, the breeze can not blow a ripple, in the flow of years gradually decay, decay. If the heart is dead, the red and blue brocade have lost the color of the past, and all the flowers have been turned into a fleeting glimpse of smoke. Feelings of love and hatred are turned into a smile, or confusion is a drop of tears, buried in those years with the wind dispersed. The red dust is broken, the soul dream how to rely on? The only thing that remains is this damp heart, which is already asleep. The actuality is that the actual people are not going to be able to be able to get a lot more than just a few of them. The years have gone by, and the heart has been desolated. Many of the previous firmly believed, adhere to the years in the water, was mercilessly diluted, and then broken!
Time and again, the years are just like the sand between the fingers, the more you want to grasp but pass more quickly. The eyes of the passing, heartbreaking pain in the burning. But can only let it in the fingers of the leakage, can not help. In the past, stubbornly want to catch something, youth, dreams, or feelings. The years passed without trace, swept away everything. Gradually understand, the flashy three thousand was just a finger of quicksand, no matter how hard, can not be retained. The yellow sand in the sky, gradually blurred the scenery, only to see the world a pale. Eyes narrowed into a line, coldly looking at this complicated but barren world. The word "love" has no meaning. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a person who can warm my heart, but I'm sure I've never seen a person who can warm my heart, and I've never seen a person who can warm my heart. The eyes wandered in the distant sky, could not find a fulcrum, my heart is empty horrible. The left hand is empty, in this cool wind is more thin, *** the pocket, still so cold!
In such a bleak light, can not help but drift up. The vow is like the sand between the fingers, instantly blown away by the cold wind; feelings are like the sand between the fingers, will eventually be destroyed, let it go; pleasure is like the sand between the fingers, the eyes of the pleasure but can not be; years are like the sand between the fingers, who knows how the next second will change? If pleasure is like the sand between the fingers, will be swept away by the years, then the pain will not be dissipated. I don't know, you are condensed in my heart of the drop of sand, not between the fingers of the quicksand, let the years come and go, the wind can't be. The prosperity has faded, the time has changed, what else can not let go? Yesterday, such as fireworks, youth like a blip, wind and a finger of quicksand, slowly passing, aged a period of years!