1, you bathe in the morning dew, send me a bunch of red roses; you cloak a sunshine, send me to embark on a journey to a distant place. Now, the roses are still there, people are in two places, the stars and the moon and the autumn wind, the love is still thick.
2, miss a person, put aside the sense of anything, a single-minded just think of you, a gaze, a smile, a gentle whisper, will let me pay all feel no regrets.
3, miss a person, is obviously very angry and annoyed, but in the moment you see you are disappeared without a trace, feel the mood seems to be light can jump up and down, mouth humming a song, it seems that the world is their own, know that you are in my heart, and I am in the sweetness of your heart.
4, thinking of a person, your slight smile, dialing is my heartstrings, my heartstrings are also with you and should be, clearly no language, but as if to see the air flying with the scent of roses are not more than the fresh nature of your body.
5, miss a person, do not need language, but need the courage. When you look at the road hustle and bustle of people, alone taste of loneliness when you will realize, think of a person will be how lonely, read a person will be how heartbreaking, miss a person's night will be how cold.
6, miss a person, write your name in the palm of your hand, spread is thinking, hold tight is happiness. I want you, at the end of the city, I want you, at the end of my thoughts, you can remember promised me, no matter where, must be well.
7, think of you, is a beautiful sad sweet melancholy, heart, but with any language can not express the warmth.
8, a light sentence miss, bearing how much heartache and happiness, hold a hug will have warmth.
9, the heart to let you hear, love to let you see, not afraid to admit to you have much love; think of you, looking forward to you can receive my sincere message!
10, there are two kinds of lonely people: one is what words are listening to understand, a kind of what words do not understand.
11, want you, because I do not want you to become a guest of life.
12, the sea of love is difficult to ferry, love lingering, twisting a bunch of time flowers, in the light of the wind, blowing into the years of acacia rain, into the flow of years in the inextinguishable fragrance.
13, miss you, miss you, the season rushed past, the years have brought changes, I do not know whether you still remember me, but why I always caress not go to your thoughts.
14, three thousand silk, such as rain, such as smoke, long and thin, entangled into a curtain, wet with thoughts of the mood, the mood accompanied by loneliness drifting in the heart, can not forget this life, like the eaves of the tile ticking rain, such as sobbing; the heart of the fragrance of the swaying of the tacit understanding, waiting for the end of time.
15, ink dyeing on the years, tears wet shirt, pen to write the pain of lovesickness. The autumn crowing into eternal twilight, the heart of the drift, no return, Xiaoxiang tears dyeing, love is difficult to tell, a sigh, the end of the whisking sadness.
16, love love love do not see each other, thousands of miles of good news when to send, distant watch, thoughts of the shadow of the memories are pulled into each other's end of the world, love on both sides of the river, we are born to stand into the shore, if this life can not be repaired to the same boat, I can only look forward to the next life, in exchange for a deep love of the look back.
17, steps in front of the snow, fell in winter, the cycle of seasons, in the snowflakes in the life of the stay, the red dust drifting down the rain of lovesickness, wet intertwined with the companion, looking forward to a beautiful snow day.
18, miss you in the past, miss me to stay in meandering mountain of those times, miss have been due to your smile and stirred up a wind, sandwiched between sadness and joy and a go no longer come back to the fall, voluminous through my thin youth.
19, the pale time has passed, the pale time has been on, sad place, high city look off, the lights have been dusk. The first thing you need to do is to think about the people, the little Xi Nian people, although the time has changed, has long been things are not the same, and can not hide the heart of the lonesome miss the cut.
20, a few years of grinding the vicissitudes of life, for you, cut short, a world of love. Dark as ink in the night point a bright light, under the lamp grinding a party of ancient ink, with this time in the ancient rice paper for you to write a song of lovesickness.
21, the sky is not old, love is unending, the heart has a thousand knots. The rainy evening wind, the forest flowers thank the fall of spring red. And I, the reunion is destined to be melancholy pen end of the Tang wind and Song rain, promise me a world of ghostly lovesickness to a distant future.
22, thoughts, to you, such as obsessive rubbed into my point of tangled red paper, for the world to marvel.
23, thoughts, such as a lamp, illuminating the front; thoughts, like an oasis, full of hope. Thoughts are a beautiful loneliness also only in the time of thoughts, loneliness is particularly beautiful.
24, thoughts are a happy sadness, is a sweet melancholy, is a warm pain. Thoughts of yesterday's long indulgence and the future of the beautiful yearning.
25, there is no distance, there is no longing. There is away from the joy of a long goodbye, the surprise of unexpected encounters, friends and family get together to raise a glass of celebration.
26, thoughts are a seed, planted in the heart, spread throughout the life! There is the joy and pain of rooting, the beauty and fragrance of blossoming, and the expectation and longing of harvesting.
27, in the lonely twilight, turn over the old photos of the past, that a yellowed image evoked by the moving, is the source of longing.
28, because of the thoughts, people can be born in the pain of happiness; because of the thoughts, people can experience happiness in the misfortune; because of the thoughts, life can be in mediocrity in the bloom of passion.
29, thoughts, such as a wisp of wind, temperament, like a ray of sunshine, dispersal of melancholy, if a drop of manna, moisturizing life.
30, low and slow music as a cup of rich red wine, drunk but can taste the flavor of thoughts.
Not because of the habit of thinking about you, but because you have become accustomed to thinking about you
1, sometimes, the encounter between people is like a shooting star, instantly bursting out of the enviable spark, but destined to be just a rush.
2, do not ask me where to go, do not live in your heart are considered wandering.
3, some people say as long as and their favorite people look at a glance immediately after the head down do I like the classroom teacher is not
4, comforting others head to head, but in the late night alone pillow pain, people are so, the reason is always able to persuade others but can not persuade their own.
5, I found that I really good good can give anyone with a smile
6, nothing, just learn smart, no longer ask you to leave me the reason.
7, I am you do not know the soldiers, you are I can not touch the warmth of the city!
8, I wish the person I miss years of peace even if life is not seen
9, mature performance is not hypocritical with the annoying people with a smile to keep the peace, is not a childish tearing duel, but naturally keep the distance, do not condescend to themselves, do not hurt others. I go my way, you sleep on your coffin board.
10, junior high school should be debauchery of youth, but when I began to like the life of this, is also the end of the time.
11, bias can not let go of you is an open secret
12, not because of the habit of thinking about you, but because you have become accustomed to thinking about you.
13, everyone has a chance to be forgiven, I give you but turn a blind eye
14, the next summer, the classroom sitting again full of people, but unfortunately no longer us.
15, is not with you to be happy is not you coax me to be happy is not you in front of others that I am your object to be happy.
16, excessive pursuit of perfect love, the end of love is difficult to perfect.
17, I have loved, in the end or I am alone. I'm thinking about you like the wind following you, wherever you go as if I'm by your side in general, do you feel it?
Second, it is not because of loneliness that I want to think of you, but because I want to think of you to be lonely. The reason why the feeling of loneliness is so heavy, just because of thinking too y.
Third, long hair slightly curly, messy pick up a few strands of don't then behind the head, light makeup, white with pink crystal earrings, hands of the W pendant bracelet flashing dazzling light, neck on the feather necklace, is still fluttering with the wind. The same white with pink boots, boots mouth edge furry pink ball hanging down a delicate crystal chain. White-based skirt, through the pink, purple eyes look seductive, slightly thin and soft cherry lips, but there is no lack of cute, the whole person looks cute and innocent, completely a school image of a good girl.
Fourth, said she is thick, can be thick to melt; said she is light, light can be unconscious.
Fifth, love is an onion head, you peel down a piece, there is always time for you to shed tears, love is a cold, infected by the love virus, not only to hide their own, but also can not hide others.
Sixth, at first glance, shocked, her clear eyes, slightly straightened nose, appealing hot lips, peach cheeks constantly touched me
Seventh, despite your frail and delicate body, speak softly, yet very powerful, this is a true spiritual beauty!
viii. When she is in the sunshine, in the breeze, close your eyes, there is a sense of life.
Nine, welcome that winter wind, look at the sun in the blue sky, the soul is so comfortable, warm.
Tenth, tired, please will be the heart of the shore; wrong, please do not regret; bitter, to know how to meet; hurt, to understand the strong; drunk, to know the unforgettable; laughed, to experience the beautiful; bored, think about me!
eleven, she is simply a limited edition of lovely dolls in the window. Porcelain like snow-white skin, long chestnut-colored curly hair quietly resting on the shoulders, bangs cover the fair forehead. Curly long eyelash shadow lightly covered in the eyelids, clear eyes lightly curved into a new bright crescent shape, cherry blossom like soft lips slightly tilted up the perfect arc.
twelve, the angel of the earth's beautiful women register to send God to read, God looked after the command said: March 8 will come, to the most kind and capable of the most intelligent woman to send a text message it! Let her always be young, happy, happy and beautiful!
thirteen, natural cherry pink thin lips like painted lip gloss that gorgeous, SD doll like slender charm of the eyelashes slightly fluttering, deep black eyes like pearls in the night, color order orange clear, perfect outline exudes an enchanting atmosphere around an incomparable royal aristocratic temperament. Next to the forehead there is a rhinestone of great value, . Hand wearing a string of the world's unique lucky grass bracelet, and the neck of the lucky grass necklace echoes. A gucci brand clothing: navy blue sexy shirt is a white waist coat, the left two black metal buttons, the right side of the six black metal buttons, and the left symmetry part of the two black metal buttons. Underneath was a red ultra-short grunge group with a black belt. Mauve hair scattered in the back of the head, purple eyes and the head of the purple diamond card mirror.
XIV, see you is my happiest time. And you together is my happiest time. I'm not sure if you're the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's not. Without you is my most lonely time. I want you, I want you, I want to see you, I want to go crazy!
XV, the young girl's mind, like the white clouds in the sky, just because there is such a soft surplus, can have such a fluttering.
XVI, the girl has a pair of crystal eyes, clean and clear, brilliant as stars, I do not know what she thought of, to their own excited smile, eyes curved like a crescent moon, as if the spirit of rhyme also overflowed. Between the knitted brows and the smile, the noble demeanor naturally flowed, so that people have to marvel at her clear and elegant spirit of the light.
seventeen, every newsletter to say every time I think of you, every word, I can not exhaust my lovesickness. You can see it? I don't know when I started to like this place, every night will come here to wait for you, because I want you!
xviii, look at the summer shade, listen to the evening wind in the birdsong, the mind is so and comfortable, melodious.
nineteen, verdant willow, how can be compared to your hair; green ripples, how can be compared to your eyes; sometimes, I gazed at the bedside of your jade photo, simply feel that the whole world is forever immersed in the bright spring light. You are a bit like the moon in the sky, also like the twinkling stars, but I'm not a poet, otherwise, when to write ten thousand poems to describe your beauty. You are an ivory carving of the goddess, generous, dignified, gentle, in-laws quiet, all make men y worship.
XX, curved eyebrows, curved corners of the mouth, small nose due to often wrinkled and have a fine line, brilliant as a cold star eyes flashing goodwill and animation, spilling black hair flowing on the shoulder, is not extremely beautiful, but it is difficult to move away from the eyes.
XXI, Ireland has a legend: if a pair of lovers left each other, there is a star in the sky will go out. I hope that the star belonging to us will never go out and shine forever.
Twenty-two, my heart of the princess ah, you people in the dragon phoenix, noble and elegant, generous and decent, beauty and wisdom both, valor and goodness in one.
Twenty-three, a girl wearing a powder blue dress, slightly wheat-colored skin looks so healthy, black hair waterfall vertical.
Twenty-four, attractive women do not all rely on their beauty, but on their beautiful, including poise, manners, speech, demeanor, and insight
Twenty-five, I do not know how to express how you stay in my heart the strongest and deepest impression. It is your full and long body? The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say. The black eyes of the deep? The small red lips? But there is also a kind of indescribable, can not catch the abundance of Yi in the incitement of my heart.
Twenty-six, today, you said you come at dusk, have missed the rainy season, and missed the flowers, can not miss you, it will be a lifetime of miss, heh! I'd rather wait from dawn and wait for you, my dear.
XXVII, you and my world, limited to cell phone newsletters, your thoughts, but it is an endless stream, I can not express my thinking in the real world, can only use the combination of words and change, to create another picture of your heart.
Twenty-eight, white face, light-colored eyebrows, pretty nose, light red lips, and her quiet eyes as if there is an ocean of bottomless feelings.
Thirty, quiet night, a person secretly think of you, has become my most secret happiness. Several times in the dream you, I will covet not want to get up, indulge yourself in wanton possession of your watery tenderness.
The original thought is to put aside the past, the future days will only have occasional sadness. But it turned out that again in the efforts, and then heart, fell is still a heartbreaking sadness. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the old stuff, and then I'm going to get rid of the old stuff.
I don't know when I started, I also fell in love with the quiet, like the loneliness, maybe I have always thought that I am a strong person, but the reality is that I do not have their own imaginary strong, now I like to hide the tears in the bottom of the heart, do not let others see, I want to smile to face any thing, even if that smile is how much hypocrisy, sometimes suddenly woke up from a dream, I don't know why there is a kind of want to cry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
There will be no miracle in life, once stayed in my eyes in your gaze, that is just a chance life is no miracle, that piece of slipped in the windless world of the dead leaves, but also just a chance
Friends so much, but very few knowingly, so much passers-by, remembered but very little, no one knows my sadness, no one knows my lost, no one knows my
Lights passed by, sigh not all the years of blossoming and thank you, things are the turn of the wheel flow, asked not to come at the beginning of who is right and who is wrong. I'm so in between half-dreaming and half-waking, I want to collect a residual temperature, light feelings, quietly floating spread in the sky of self-pouring.
Think of the boy who sewed the buttons and tucked in the corner of the quilt for me. And in the morning of my confused, half-asleep, half-awake, that kiss on the forehead, closed eyes happy smile just, I still chose to leave a few years later, he married another woman. In fact, I thank the woman who did his bride, I do not have that kind of courage. I hope, they can be happy, must be happy.
The passage of years, those who have been in the past, whether they still remember it, now the sadness and walk through the road, feelings and career under the impact, will fade with the years, the volume of time due to the years and become fuzzy, always can not stand the test of time.
Time passes too quickly, so that people do not know what to do, had to look at that once felt good to daze, trying to recall the previous days, but the capacity of memory is limited, and then how to recall, but also can not think of a trace. At this time, you and quietly away, let me feel bewildered, how can I keep you?
According to the shore of time, in the humid room of the heart, planting a thought, waking up in the call of the warbler, let it, wantonly grow into the heart of the graceful. There is love in the heart, everywhere is warm! Forgive me for missing the time. Those carved bones, will always become a look back when the light warm, those heart, will always become a smile when the soft. Meet, even if it is a moment, but also a lifetime of destiny, the river of life, so long, go to the end, always have to get used to a person's happiness.
Although it is hastily met, hastily parted, but the short course of life we have an eternity, I believe that today's friendship is tomorrow's best memories.
Some things, know that it is wrong, but still want to insist, because not willing; some people, know that it is love, but still want to give up, because there is no end; sometimes, know that there is no road, but still want to go forward, because of habit.
The spring breeze is rising again, another year of peach red like rain, cherry blossom snow season. I don't know, will you still be under a tree of luxuriant Ying, because of a certain falling on the shoulder of the petals, suddenly remembered that the past full of tenderness and pain?
Said words are still softly lingering in the ear, the familiar figure has long been gradually faded away, faded out of each other's line of sight, separated from the misty dust and rain, separated from a course of mountains and water, you are the original home I can not go back to, and I have become the other side of the shore you can not reach.
At that time, I also laughed at your pretentiousness, if I had known that in the future you will be far away from me, how much I blame myself, why did not stay a little memories, until today only to find that not enough nostalgia, not enough to spend.
Although I have been wandering between believing in love and not believing in love, I do want it more than anyone else. For no other reason than to love purely for the sake of loving, it seems. So now I am particularly lonely. I saw a saying that people are lonely not because they are lonely but because they are afraid of being lonely. Someone said, each person is an island, I do not remember where I saw the words. I only remember saying that every island is waiting for another island to float.
When your thoughts become hot, it is not to fall in love with a person, but completely away from a person. Only when you can no longer leave a person, is the real ending. This ending, either the same end, or all over the body. Therefore, to be a person really can't love too y. When you fall into someone's quagmire. You think you can be saved, but in fact, it is only to fall deeper. There is a kind of love, called to destroy themselves.
If you want to love, you have to love with dignity, to love equally. Loving each other is not, after all, a kind of humiliation and abuse, but warmth and sweetness. If one day, all your self-esteem and self-confidence, are trampled underfoot, it is really necessary to think about, the other side is to love you, or in the rule you. The love that lowers into the dust is actually a heartache.
I thought that as long as I seriously like, I can impress you, it turns out that I just impressed myself; if one day you walk into my heart, you will cry, because it is all about you; if one day I walk into your heart, I will cry, because there is no me; if one day in the bustle of the city, we passed by, I will stop and stare at the back of that far away, and tell myself that person I I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
People always want to catch what to comfort their own sad helplessness, in fact, helplessness in their own hands, grasping too tight, broken, scattered into many small helplessness, disturbed all day without peace, grasping too loose, left behind, sprinkled all over the sadness. I reached out and threw the helplessness far into the night sky, did not pay attention, just smashed in the head.
How intoxicated by the fall, the fall is not far away, a reach, can still touch the residual temperature, and then reach out, has been disorganized. At that time, you still have a trace of green, surplus, through a line of life, I did not expect, in my a look back, you are drowning in the frost. Xu is the red dust can no longer withstand the blow, otherwise, why the moon is missing more round less, and in the full moon like wind and rain? Perhaps life should not be too perfect, so that there is a parting.
Not to meet is not equal to not miss, not contact just to cover up the favor. The first thing you need to do is to find an excuse not to leave. Tonight, the red dust, allow me a trace of caprice; tonight, the red dust, engraved with a trace of my longing; tonight, the red dust, allow me the last crazy.
The years hurt, I can't stay the years, can't stay those who have you, have me, also have his time, but I don't give up, don't give up let which scene, that feeling didn't have in the waves of the years, want to stay. Even though there is nothing I can do, even though there is nothing I can do, but I still want to be in this helpless, irretrievable in the shouting madness, in the sky of the sea to create even a little ripple.
If we can go back to the past, if that story is not forgotten, if that on a touch of the corner is not expected perhaps, now, is our fantasy of a long time. Perhaps, everything is impeccable; nothing can be destroyed, no can not withstand the wind and rain of the flow of years! The silhouette of the years, time and time again, rub shoulders and look back, are destiny, but also are thousands of years back and forth reincarnation of the edge.
I can't afford to be hurt, so I chose to be alone. When accustomed to loneliness, the heart will begin to slowly silence, the temperature is low again a point. No matter how the wind is stirred up, it is no longer like the wind chimes tinkling and swaying, making a clear sound.
Recognize a person's love or perfunctory is actually very simple, in the face of you always find excuses to refuse, and in the face of others, always have to squeeze out the time and opportunity to help, and even insignificant things.