1, fate, like a journey through the seasons, from spring to summer, and from summer to autumn. At first, the splendor of the boundless brightness and beauty, but always annihilated in that sad and helpless wind.
2, people say, loneliness is a fire in the sky, destroying people's prosperous and colorful city to do the remnants of the wall, even if there are thousands of glass sea, but also burned in a moment to do a half of the ash, the wind round and round, will have to fly all, and cloud for the company.
3, no one knows, a relationship, to go through how much wind and rain, in order to withstand repeated measurements. No one understands, a memory, to have how the heart, will be able to help over the sleepy life together.
4, snap your fingers wrongly, the pull of the red line, continue to be entangled in the river of years, the red line of the toughness of the end of the enemy of each other countless times stubborn pulling, pale who's snow-covered hair, and look off the end of the world who's at hand?
5. What is going on? Let a life so heavy, unbearable pain? Chose to lighten up, open a window, a leap, that is a flower season of the youth, a green branch green leaves instantly dried up the veins.
6. Lonely years, in a period of quiet time, encountered your simple warm.
7, flower sighs spring short, fleeting, the wind swept through the azure sky is white dandelion traces of flying over, is it you? Although I have never met, but the heart is incomparable miss, there is a kind of immovable power, let me in the lonely fly in the flow of years to remember you.
8, lonely results, silent decline, full of fiber wrapped, in the end what makes you sad? The memory is the reunion of the meeting, forgetting is the free landing. I thought I could walk a little farther with the company, a little farther, I thought a lot of many can come to an end with the past.
9, your concern is destined to be the only life of the power of constant enthusiasm, I, as always, stubbornly in the beginning, with the let wandering of the flow of the year with a sword to isolate the lonely clear just to meet your refusal to come.
10, when the memories really end, when everything returns to calm. I began to calmly look at everything. I know, for feelings, I should not force, not my, I let go. Another year of fireworks flying in the sky, I am about to move towards high school, and then no more time to sigh between the fingers of the flow of years in a hurry.
11, I do not know from when onwards, like a person quietly standing in the riverside, savoring the feelings of a chilly erosion, looking at the river soft fluctuations, every time this time, the heart is always surprisingly calm, perhaps, I am suitable for such a lonely watch, any time passes, but also just will be my thin silhouette, fixed more and more powerless, just.
12, love is long, hate is long, and not nothing. Enough, or the chimes in the music room, clear music, flowing into the fingertips.
13, whenever they are alone, the heart is always at a loss for words, as if only these healing songs, can let the mind have a hint of landing. The warm sunshine, shining in every corner of the winter streets, a floating shadow, floating in the heart of the soft.
14, dream into the dust, passing guests flow years, my world, how many stories began to come from the wind, and then in the wind one by one dissipation, leaving me in the search around, just to catch the beginning of the story of that old time, it will be well treasured in the deepest part of the heart, waiting for you to sway again that beam of memory of the wind chimes, and then gently release it.
15, engraved memories, the old sadness, a frame of smiling images, properly attached to the state of mind, stabilized face. Embrace a moment of short-lived happiness, rejoice in a period of silence, let a lifetime of feelings, wandering in the wind and rain, the flow of the years, who will not be who the dust of the past?
16, looking back at the moment, which direction is the wind blowing? Light and shadow, and hidden in the back of the rose trailing mottled, wavering back and forth? As if a heart, snuggled with those memories and warmth, in every sunrise and moonrise, let fly? A meteor shower, in the window sill of the dream, slowly falling, with a wisp of moonlight tenderness, through the tender green spring wind, such as waterfall thoughts, condensed into that ting ting lotus, sitting in the Shaohua orchid remote mail, remote mail that the fragrance of the world.
17, where to go, no matter; where not good, ignore; wind and cloud now, all thrown. Cold to cold face cold feelings cold heart, cold rain, cold lamp, warm, a icing. The abyss, the sea of bitterness, boundless, boundless.
18, often like to close their eyes, as if everything is not related to me, or bring the memory of the time to flow wandering into the distance, mottled in the clear shadow swaying posture, a person to see the wind and clouds, enjoy the spring flowers, autumn and the moon, only to ask the most silent soul in the depths of the heart, or in the long years of waiting indefinitely.
19, late at night, pillow ear always ask themselves who they are. Who do you care about, who cares about yourself. Footsteps in a hurry, such as rain through the night, did not expect the moon will be clear and quiet, lonely self is not alone.
20, it turned out that no one understands my heart, like that last dusk in the autumn, do not want to be mediocre for the rest of the love, do not want to be obsessed with and chasing the logic, the person would have been an individual, so that the eyes have been flowing through the tears to look out over the most beautiful scenery, this life is not to say that Ignore it, not as good as in this case, a person's strong, a person's emotions, waving a goodbye to the moon to pour out, cold and clear, like loneliness! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
21, the old season, unknown who dispatched the years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I don't want to lament the curved path of life, I don't want to complain about the shortness of the human dream, I'm sober when I'm drunk, I'm happy when I'm awake.
Students graduation message: engraved in the heart of the memory
Light is like an arrow, a turn of the eye, four years of school career has become the past. But in the classroom, still echoing our loud reading; playground, still left our running figure. Here the lawn, stream, bamboo pavilion, is our eternal attachment to the Park.
Graduation, how would like to keep those warm days, but also how eager to throw into the torrent of life as soon as possible. That the past life of the students, is a string of sweet sugar gourd; that charming sweet and sour, will never finish the flavor.
Picking up a string of dreams, school play, recall is so colorful and gorgeous; and the growth of the chase, it has been a leap past. The world's dust and clamor noise, seems to be silent, let me pick up the memory of the fall.
We have four together in the spring and fall, every game, every exploration, every quarrel, will become a precious page in my memory.
Remember? Military training on the field of a top of the red cap, the parade ground on the loud and clear slogans, yes, from then on, we *** with the step into this fascinating world
Remember that day of photography to remember? My momentary realization was bright with the flash: your silhouette stayed on the negative, and at the same time, it was also y burned in my heart.
In the maple forest, we had many memories of the red leaves flying. The fluttering maple leaves will bring us into an incomparable wonderful realm.
The season of snowflakes, we have also been in a daze of confusion, feel lonely and desolate, but we have come through after all.
Looking back again, it is a string of yesterday full of sweet and sour: yesterday, there are our arguments in the classroom; yesterday, there are our running on the field; yesterday, there are our struggle on the examination room; yesterday, there are our singing in the candlelight. Yesterday, how wonderful and memorable!
That plucked the six-stringed zither of you, that full of care to raise the black hair of you, is about to fly away like a dove, how many years later, can still remember you and I used to be at the same table to study hard these days?
We were once two small trees fighting side by side, we were once two voices in a duet, and we were once a schoolmate on a desk. Today, when we wave goodbye, please accept my heartfelt wishes.
Remember the night we talked under the starlight? Talking about learning, ideals, and the future even if we are different, but the starry sky that night I will always remember.
We used to enjoy beautiful flowers together; we used to fantasize about beautiful seasons together. Classmates ah, classmates, respectively, do not forget the days we once walked together. We have had a calm as water, a heated debate, and a silent competition. We leaned close to the shoulder, clasped hands, have a **** the same ideal, issued a **** the same heart. Whether it is gained, or lost, everything will remain in the deepest part of my memory.
Four hopeful spring, we sowed four times; four golden autumn, we harvested four times; we had been subjected to four fiery summer sharpening and four severe winter test, please don't forget this nourishing, sound and colorful time.
Four years of time, in a hurry, such as the age of dreams, filled with strings of laughter, do not wave your hands and sigh, feel the flourish of the end of the day, drum up the courage, do not forget to send each other surprise news.
One thousand five hundred days and nights ended like this, four years of years, so many arguments, so much laughter, so much trouble, so much pride, really with the body after the door so slammed, left in the past ?
The ocean of life has been paved with a golden road, the waves are separated on both sides of the bouquet of welcome. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it! Ahead, has blown the conch of the expedition; colorful clouds, is the bright red flag flying
From the five lakes and the four corners of the world, to the south of the world to go. No matter where we go, no matter what position, let us continue to fill out the resume of life, hand over the cause of the excellent answer sheet, for the alma mater's flag to add glory and color.
May you be a drop of crystal water, projected into the vast ocean; as a beautiful flower, composed of a hundred flowers in the garden; as a glittering fiber, embroidery weaving a bright red flag; as a small screw, a lifetime of their positions
Today, we are close classmates; tomorrow, we will be competing rivals. May the friendship be deeper in the competition.
In the arena of modesty, undoubtedly equal to declare their own failure; the need to recommend themselves, we must be benevolent. The life needs its own master, please cherish the capitalization of me.
Gathering is not the beginning, dispersal is not the end, with several years of condensation of the countless beautiful moments, will always be engraved in my memory
That the past life of the same class, is a string of sugar gourds, the charming sweet and sour, will never be finished.
Four years in the same window, you put the seeds of friendship in my mind. I will silently take it away, carefully watered, cultivated, so that it will come to bloom fragrant flowers.
The willow shade to shake goodbye to a hundred melancholy -- with a few years of youth love long, looking at the journey of a thousand kinds of thoughts, I wish the friendship into the power to move forward!
Life has opened up to us, friends, let us bravely meet the front, to experience its boundless expanse, endless depths!
The boat set sail in the harbor of youth, we temporarily broke up, full of ideals and pursuits. When will we meet again? It will be at that time of harvest!
The beautiful ideal of the sunset, in the call to us, my classmates, the breakup is imminent, do not have to ask when we will meet, we - a drop of water, all will be active in the motherland of the sea!
Life, from the flow of the stream to obtain; youth, in the flow of the pouring flash; the value of existence, in the big river in the presentation.
Let us open our legs, to sprinkle lines of sweat, to step all the way to the thunder! Outside the school gate, there are flowers surrounded by the future!
Graduation, how much I want to keep those warm days, how eager to throw into the torrent of life as soon as possible.
The quiet sky, each star has its own trajectory, let us find our own best position in life, the world in mind may become harmonious and peaceful.
With memories, with fantasies, to life, to the four corners of the motherland. Those memories of love are inscribed in life-sentimental mood saying
Passionate love, maybe you will be hurt, but it is is the only way to make life complete.
There are three irretrievable things in life: time, opportunity, and words spoken.
There is no cycle of life that is predestined, like, overnight revelry.
Love is not a one-person affair, but a two-person endeavor, a two-person struggle, a two-person **** created together.
Feelings are so direct and brutal that there is no room for any circuitous warmth.
A paragraph of words, recounting a long story, in which there are many people, only not me.
I was looking around for my happiness, and it fell unconsciously, like a piece of fallen leaves in this season.
A lot of times you are just practicing love for someone rather than being in love.
Emotions are like mirrors, shattered, do not want to go back to the original state, that will only hurt themselves.
If you start to miss me, remember, it's not me who wants to go, it's you who let go.
Don't comfort me if you leave me, and know that every time you sew, you will also encounter the pain of piercing.
Only for him to give up a city, in the light of day, running to a life or death of the unknown.
If time can flow back, if love can return to the original touch, I will not let you leave.
One step away from your world, and I'm in a dilemma.
I'm going to cry, I'm going to make a scene, I'm going to stay up all night, I'm going to take a bottle of sleeping pills in my hand, and I'm going to take a small rope to hang myself.
The sky is the limit, and I'm not looking for a long time, but I'm looking for what I had.
The oath of the so-called "the end of the world" is just a promise of the moment.
I really hope that you are not careful, but also like me like you like me.
The past happiness mocked the pain in the heart, originally, the world's most painful pain is to leave.
Some memories, gorgeous dare not touch, but always can not resist the temptation.
Now, the world is full of crazy, only I am a person, still keep that winter snow.
I wish we could look at each other across thousands of mountains and waters, but I don't want to reach out and not see each other.
Smile, not because happy too long, is too long to forget to go sad.
In life, what you say may hurt others, but sometimes your silence will make people hurt more y.
Memories are just an outdated beauty, and anticipation is just a pretense of happiness.
If the ending is not what I want, then I would rather not be involved in the process.
Occasional memories of the past make me feel like I'm regressing in my life.
There was silence all around, and I heard the sound of my heart being shattered by the lies, and everything, in an instant, was destroyed without a trace.
Life is a long journey, do not waste time waiting for those who do not want to walk hand in hand with you.
Happiness is in the promise at the beginning, in the future dream, right next to you.
Lucky, because you can choose to love me or not, and I can only choose to love you or love you more.
It turns out that a person's loneliness is not considered lonely, miss a person who has long been gone, is really lonely.
The flowers bloom and then thank you, people and go, if destined to be a passer-by, at first why bother to provoke.
Love a person, if lost, will leave a wound, will always be hidden pain. Some loss is destined.
Those memories of love are inscribed in life, and those moments when words of love move are solidified into eternity.
To all the good old days to thank you for giving me an unforgettable once.
The so-called love words, that is, said some even you do not believe the words, but hope that the other party to believe.
Life is simple and fascinating, the heart is simple and happy; learning to be simple is not simple.
The ending was actually predetermined a long time ago, we are just according to the fate of the script life.
Life, only two and a half minutes of time, a minute to smile, a minute to sigh, half a minute of love.
Love, sometimes Hou fragile like a withered rose, only flower shape and no color.
We are intertwined with each other's warp and weft, woven into a brocade by the years, and the end of the vain silk into the buckle.
I have been wandering for so long, and still do not want to go home, because if you are not at home, I will never have a home.
Once we forgot time because of love, now we use time to forget love.
Who are you the penny-pinching teenager who thinks of you, and turns into a song in the deserted path of the absolute city.
Sometimes, want to hide alone vulnerable, do not want others to see their own wounds.
A lot of stories do not have to be told to everyone, as a memory, sad but also beautiful.
Sad sentences
1, love is thick, love is thick, how do you know that the red silk wrong thousands of weight, the road with the return of different.
2, and then beautiful can not be forgotten, in the sadness can not resist the memories.
3, even if the heart is broken, the heart is still that person, this is love.
4. In the blink of an eye, the dust has broken through the millennium. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
5, there are times when I am a quiet person, once someone said I am quiet people suffocate. I give vent to all my emotions in my words.
6, the next life, I want to be a fish, only three seconds of memory, can not remember sad things.
7, love is a kind of illusion that needs to be constantly proved, just like fireworks need to be lit to see the splendor.
8, winter is white serenity, although the white always feel so bleak, but also let the winter full of cold, but it is like an angel, give people a kind of serene beauty, but also give people a kind of power that can not be ignored.
9, the shadow of the moon like poetry, poetry like your sweet swept through the sea of my thoughts of your heart, ruffled my heart curtains is your beauty, understand my heart language is your tenderness.
10, winter is destined to be cold, I hid in the corner of the season, with a bashful heart and drink the years, so that the life because of the sweet and sour perception and precipitation and more thick, timeless.
11, love, is never a thing of a thousand times. I've never been abandoned, never been hurt, how do I know how to love people? Love, the original is a kind of experience, but I wish people long.
12, a lot of people, because of loneliness and love a person, but more people, because of love a person, and lonely life.
13, there will be new encounters only if you miss; fate is, not too early, not too late, just right.
14, in the end or a person in the practice, a person since the beginning of the habit of self-deception.
15, love is like a luxury feast, every dress to attend, the result is always full of cups of wolf.
16, is love can be turned over to others, but destiny is destined to stay I love people.
17, around the position as long as that much, can give as long as that much, in the narrow circle, no some people to come in, some people have to leave.
18, about the memory of love, to be a good collection, just the future of happiness, to find each other.
19, when you do right, no one will care; when you do wrong, even breathing is wrong.
20, confused, I do not know how many people in my life and back, how many people in the cycle of years strangers to each other, and how many people can hold hands with the end of the world?
21, thank you once promised me a so beautiful future. Thank you for loving me for a time.
22, stiff hands cupped the scattered remnants of flowers, a slight sigh, sigh life is so emaciated, and finally, but do not forget to let people appreciate let people praise.
23, the world's most distant distance, not the distance between life and death, not from one side to the other, but I'm standing in front of you, you do not know that I love you ...
24, loneliness is no one to accompany you, loneliness is no one understands you.
25, I, only when doing one thing will think of you, that is breathing.
26, it is like a micro-fairy tale, interpretation of the drama in the real, back to the reality as a dream, let a person good pain.
27, the reason why people will be tired, is often wandering between insisting and giving up, indecisive.
28, the flowers fell, splashing a drop of blood on the ground, I know, we have been heaven and earth.
29, sometimes, in the face of the people around, suddenly feel unable to speak. Sometimes, once has been insisted on something overnight completely different.
30, always need some warmth. Even if it is a little self-righteous memorial. Unwilling to let go of my hand, unwilling to let you go, unwilling to watch you walk out of my life.
31, in those short years you have loved me, I may be the happiest person in the world, just those days have passed, to stay can not stay.
32, if the future is the so-called real happiness, even if the loss of all does not matter.
33, the sun rises, the frost reduces the fog dispersal, towards the bright road, finally have to learn to walk alone.
34, if life is a two-way street, please let me hold your hand, through the sea, never lost.
35. From the day I met you, everything I did was to be close to you.
36, a person's world, sick, a person to carry; annoyed, a person to hide; pain, a person block.
37, I stood in no one's street corner miss you, you are in the world of others charity tender.
38, some words, said the people moving mouth, listening to the people but moved the heart.
39, love is synonymous with friendship, but also for us to *** with the cause of the struggle for a reliable guarantee, love is a good companion in life, you and your beloved woman in the same bed *** sleep is because of *** with the ideal of the two hearts tightly tied together.
40, you when I am a kite, either I let go, or collect and take home, do not use an invisible love tethered to me, so that I heartbreak.