It always comes to an abrupt end when you inadvertently, and you cry till you are old.
Fate is a journey together, and it is also a brush that walks between left and right.
Fate is a song touched by * *, and it is also a strange and familiar figure that has been looking for a long time.
In fate, we know each other, and in fate, we hate each other and dislike each other.
Fate is like a tide, and when it comes, it will surge; Fate is like rain, and when it goes, it will be lingering.
The edge is born and the edge is destroyed, the edge is broken and the edge is deep, and the edge is shallow and complicated.
Facing the invisible master of life, we only have a sigh! Then imitate it and cherish it!
Poetry about fate 2 Spring nights always make people tipsy, clean and clear. Besides air, there is also a state of mind.
A rain is the most affectionate greeting to the world, walking on foot and feeling quietly.
Those fallen flowers, and the wind that passed with them, the old things will not reappear and will not be mentioned again. I just thought all the way, whispering, singing in a low voice, singing to the desolate world, singing to lonely wanderers.
Flowers bloom and fall, with fate. A comfortable one and a safe one. Colors washed away by years, songs that have not been sung. Simple hope, steady and slow growth, this is our life, prosperous life or lonely life. Gu Lou's old road, the dust raised and the gravel deposited are all a story and a beat, waiting for one day to pass and the past to flow back to the chest.
Some things really come to say goodbye, and then wave calmly and say goodbye smartly. In the sunny summer, I met you in the dancing ginkgo leaves, on the road and among pedestrians. In the stop-and-go days, we have no regrets, no losses, and everything has come true.
It's time for us to understand the jokes in the diary and the footprints on the way. It's time to pack up
Follow is not to follow, but to let nature take its course, without complaining, rashness, extravagance and importunity.
Not casually, but seize the opportunity, not pessimistic, not rigid, not flustered, not carried away.
Flowers bloom and fall, with fate. Fate comes and goes, and it will happen at any time.
Poetry about Destiny 3- 1
Fate is boundless, and fate is boundless.
The night is deep and the starry sky is misty.
Missing, melancholy.
One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls,
The moon is full and people are round, and flowers bloom and fall.
Qingqing in the play, me outside the play,
How many pairs can there be in the world?
The moon is far away and the sky is vast.
The wind and rain are repeated, and the hardships are sweet.
Hold your hand, break up with your son,
No fate, deeply grieved.
Falling flowers are intentional, running water is ruthless,
I have always loved it, but there is no reason to be shallow.
The common dust is misty, and the fate is boundless.
Sometimes flowers bloom, sometimes dreams wake up.
two
Cut the knot of love songs that are constantly being sorted out.
In the sea of people
When I dream back at midnight
I'm at a loss.
Zhang Zhan's contralateral insomnia
You can't help but rely on music.
It's a habit that goes deep into the bone marrow.
Gently approach and snuggle quietly.
You listen to stories about him and her.
The heart is led by various emotions.
Maybe one of them
Your memory and past
Love is sometimes as simple as clear and transparent.
Love is sometimes complicated.
How many days are there?
You actually hate love songs in your heart.
Even if you pretend to be calm.
No matter how well disguised.
Irresistible melody.
Not worthy of the heart of the lyrics.
Choose to avoid it
Choose amnesia?
If possible
But it didn't work
You know better than anyone.
How annoying are you?
How much love is in my heart?
Cut the knot of love songs that are constantly being sorted out.
The worst days will eventually pass.
Give everything to time.
Let the hands go slowly and stop when the flowers bloom.
three
Time flies, how many shadows, such as dragonfly water, brushed my confused eyes; Reluctant years, how many memories, such as moths to a fire, swept my lonely feelings.
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The rainy sky always looks a little gloomy. Gently, I walked in the misty rain of the years, with a little sadness and inexplicable melancholy, clutching the baggage of the old days and moving aimlessly forward. So empty, so helpless ...
Think more, let the hands of time go slowly, lie down quietly, listen to you, and cherish your face. But that once sparse memory has never stopped every cycle. As time goes by, the years are in a hurry and gradually get lost in this misty rain.
I can't remember when I started. I am used to reading sadness silently, cleaning up my mood alone, quietly blooming in my mind, writing the sadness beyond expression, gently rubbing it into the sea, scattered all over the place, broken and beautiful.
It is often said that flowers are most precious when they bloom, and they wither when they fall. If they miss the flowering period, they need comfort. How I want those beautiful memories to stop when they bloom one after another, and then form a dream in the whisper, gently entangled with countless concerns. However, the gentle care of fingers is still the affection I can't touch.
I don't know how long I've been walking and thinking, but I forget what happened today, how many years I've been beautiful, and how many hazy days I still have. In an flattered trance, the misty rain gradually stopped.
I seemed a little tired, so I stopped and held fast to windy Yang Liuan. The loneliness of bone erosion once again surrounded me deeply.
Looking back, every time I stand here, I will think of the past and look at the horizon. Those gray memories seem to be hurting my temperature, and I missed every wonderful experience. Those bleak winds are heartbreaking because they blow away our memories.
I have been thinking, if the years are not old, if the peach blossoms are no longer defeated, if I am still here, what kind of today will it be? However, no matter how many ideas turn into fantasies, no matter how many expectations turn into despair.
Time takes us around. The lost years were finally sealed, lost in the vast sea and never found again.
I don't know how many people in such a scene, like me, are silently reading the vicissitudes brought by this time. Maybe it is a person or a group of people. I just don't know, on the other side of the years, are you thinking about the same problem?
Perhaps, those unanswered questions can only stay in dreams. In every dead of night, in every quiet time, in every time I miss you, I am thinking about those self-made questions.
With the change of scenery, we have seen too much, too much. Before I knew it, I was on the verge of melancholy. Is it too old, or is the title page of memory covered with untouchable dust?
My thoughts have traveled through countless time and space. Now I don't know who it once belonged to. I think I will go on. I dare not stay here or recall the past.
Finally, I found that the hands are always in a hurry. Even if we can go back to the starting point, it doesn't belong to the dream yesterday. When the flowers bloom, let the memories bloom in yesterday's dream.
four
Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people …
Sometimes you can't give it smoothly,
Sometimes waiting can't be lost;
Sometimes uneven wounds,
Sometimes I can't stop crying;
Sometimes there's only an empty house left,
Sometimes goodbye can't be said;
Sometimes at the crossroads of confusion,
I don't know where the exit is
Sometimes I get confused by too many things,
I missed holding hands with time;
Sometimes the tears in my throat sting my throat,
Let footsteps disturb the rhythm;
Encounter after prosperity,
Made our long compartment together?
Or are we doomed to be far apart?
A common period of youth,
Fulfill our relationship?
Or the hatred between you and me?
How many parting waves,
After many turns,
How many bitter tears,
After many orgies,
It is doomed to be the loneliness of a group of people. ...
If I ask you, will you answer if?
hope
I said, if there is an opportunity, I will run in my memory.
five
Some things, some people, have said that they will be unforgettable, but they have faded in their minds; Some people, some things, promised never to remember, but they were blown up by the wind in their promises. I know, this is fate, but I didn't escape, I was trying to run, running in memory; I know, I still can't forget, can't forget the so-called friendship; I know, I'm still pursuing, pursuing the once gorgeous story. Sometimes, I ask myself: Do you still remember the promise you made in the rain? I was speechless. I no longer look forward to a bright future, probably because the memories are so beautiful that I am intoxicated and even degenerate. But I understand that the reality is to look forward. I want to run, shuttle through the time machine, bid farewell to innocence, and make my face full of long-lost brilliance and joy.
You said, if you have to choose, never give up.
Sometimes, sometimes, you also want to have everlasting friendship, and you also want to enjoy the short flowering moment. In the future, you know you will never know, but I know that what you promise is always the future. Oh, I am dreaming, and your role in the dream. It's ridiculous to look at the distant but accessible picture in the dream and construct such a beautiful dream with a touch of bright sunshine. You don't know how long and far the future is, but you always look at me with those eyes full of sunrise. Are you trying to give me courage or comfort? I think it's just a relief for me, a simple condolence to the ending. The dream that I once fantasized about refers to the so-called dream, the dream that we * * * together, only our dream, all understand that it is too far away. So, I began to learn to blame the reality, but the memories can't go back, the future is still in the future, and I am forced to smile. When can we talk incoherently about everything again?
Who says, if it is a song, we will be: the lost tenderness is the gentlest, and the lost possession is the most permanent. Is it?
Why do you want to wronged yourself for the so-called insincerity?
Generally, open-minded people will feel that love is gone, so they will be friends and never feel better. It's rare to have a relationship in my life, and even if I miss it, I'm still a friend. However, I don't think so. Without love, it is better to wave one's clothes and sleeves, delimit the territory for each other, perform their duties and do not invade each other.
Maybe people like me will be mistaken for heartless people, but they are not. Some people will say that the old love is still there anyway. Why such an extreme denial? I used to think it was a good choice to keep some good memories, but now I feel tired of missing many things in the past.
Man, why do you always ask for trouble? It doesn't matter who was right or wrong in previous love. No feeling is a thing of the past. For the past, more thoughts are more about the entanglement of life. Many times, we are asking for trouble, holding a bunch of messy past events, so many times, the result is still misty-eyed. Then, turn over and forget it. Don't wronged yourself and beg others.
Some people like to betray a so-called love, in order to express their guilt, but also insincerely want to be friends with you, occasionally to confess. Perhaps, in order to show his hypocritical demeanor, I am extremely disdainful of such people, and even have no intention to hum in my nose. It's really ironic that you pretend to be a gentleman when you are obviously a villain, but the result is still hypocrisy. How tired is it to get along with such people? It's really cruel to yourself to wave clothes and sleeves with such people and not paint the ground for them. Why do you want to wronged yourself for the so-called insincerity?
In fact, many times, you will feel that your sky is very bright and the blue sky and white clouds are so comfortable with a wave of your sleeves. Sometimes facing the dark clouds for a long time, I look up and find that the white clouds are whiter and purer. If your eyes are always on this cloudy sky, how can you enjoy the pleasant blue sky and white clouds in other moods?
Sometimes it's not an carelessness, but an abandonment of mistakes and a re-examination of a new life. Only by protecting yourself can we love ourselves to the greatest extent and love others. Have been bothering yourself in many hopeless past, are you really cruel to yourself? We can't be cruel to others, let alone ourselves. Wave your sleeves well and bid farewell to the past; Carefully scrutinize the land and cherish the old feelings.
Swinging clothes and sleeves to row the ground for big brother is a kind of crispness and neatness. Many times, we will be indecisive, and the result of such hesitation is still tired. It is better to open your sleeves and let everything go with the wind; It's better to brush it and let it all go away. This crispness does not require much thinking. Sometimes the more you think about it, the more you will delay your actions, which will make people hesitate again and again, and sometimes you will make wrong decisions. Life is afraid of constant interruption and chaos. Therefore, it is the best policy to take it easy when it is time to make a move.
It also takes a kind of courage to wave the sleeves for Ge. Sometimes the secular vision may not be correct, and public opinion often likes to follow the crowd. It can be seen which is more popular with the public, one likes to explain and the other doesn't. An addict often likes to explain too much, perhaps to win sympathy or cover up his mistakes. ...
Under the hype of this group of people, maybe sometimes the white becomes black and the black is painted white. Some people may say that I am ridiculous, but I have met such people and such things. Now that I think about it, I really want to smile under the covers. How can anyone be so shameless? However, this also requires courage, which is not something that ordinary people can do. However, as long as you have the courage, everything will come back to you.
Waving clothes and sleeves, painting the ground for Ge, is sometimes an absolute momentum. Many times, we timidly want to show our own atmosphere and show our friendliness, but people take advantage of us and then snicker at your helplessness and ignorance. Life has ups and downs, and sometimes it's not necessarily a bad thing to be cruel to yourself. You can't always try to win others' sympathy with tears in your eyes. It is better to protect yourself and love yourself first.
Swing the sleeves of clothes and draw the floor for my brother. Say goodbye to the past and still live a cool and calm life.
Don't miss the light powder, just care about affection; Don't fantasize about strangers, but stick to Yi Xing and spread ink.
Don't miss the light powder, just care about affection; Do not fantasize about strangers, but cling to Yixing to spread ink; Life is a happy smile and a lonely sadness; Folding flowers on the sleeves, Wushan is old; The skin was raw and full of bones, and the ink penetrated the paper. The sky has eyes open and the earth has tears.