1, silent I closed my eyes slightly. Thoughts spring, a shallow voice singing all the song, do not go to sorrow, quietly waiting for a hint of expectation, gently whisked through yesterday's prosperity, red mountain flowers reflecting your scarlet face, in your ethereal figure, have long forgotten the past, deleted once, a scene after the hustle and bustle of the quiet night picture filled with the flow of time, strangers, but also tired.
2, we are together, I always amplify your good, when the reality and fantasy formation gap, finally understand what is gloomy; we broke up when I amplified their sadness, immersed in trivial memories, the pain in the heart, no words to express go together is destiny, go together is happiness!
3, my pain, only I understand. Always like in such a lonely night, turning up the past, those who are buried deep in their hearts past, get, have, lose, have a kind of dream feeling. I've always understood that I shouldn't indulge in the past. In fact, I am afraid of late at night, there will be an endless loneliness attacked me; I like late at night, because only around the darkness, I and my tears are safe.
4, you said forever, like the light of fireworks, can not always be by my side of the so-called forever, in fact, by the countless brief composition. Every lost love is a broken angel in the last life. When that love finally because of various reasons have to be separated in the middle of the dissipation, had loved both sides will have to helplessly sad, let the human feelings how embarrassing. The first thing that I want to do is to hold your hand and walk to the gray hairs together.
5, there is a kind of longing, let people tears. There is a kind of regret, is in love but can not keep each other. A sentence, a turn, a city. A love, a world of unforgettable, a lifetime of heartache. Smoke and fire disorientation, the years into a song, the original we are, miss the past.
6, outside the stage broken bridge. Lonely open no master, is already dusk alone sad, more wind and rain. A lonesome heart, in the dusk outside the broken bridge, with the cold wind swaying, whispering frowning light sigh. Once a few times across the ocean, once the winter three singing poetry heart, but now you do not see you fly over a thousand mountains dancing sleeve light and come, leaving me alone to cover the face, listening to the wind across the shore, the dashing language fishing cold river.
7, I always thought that thoughts can not withstand the flow of years, is thought that thoughts do not penetrate the flow of years of courage, respectively, only to find out that, not thoughts can not stick, but the end of the flow of years, has long been no one who can wait for the love, is never a kind of a hundred times things, never give up, never hurt.
8, disguised laughter, disguised sunshine and cheerful, can confuse a lot of outsiders, just can not deceive themselves. The person who left is lucky to sleep happily, and the person who was left behind with both eyes open, only to read all the bleakness and mourning in this black and white barren world.
9, I do not know when, more and more addicted to nostalgia, and nostalgia, is the heart of the softest other people can not touch that place. Even if the right hand of loneliness and pain more than the left hand of happiness and joy, barefoot through the swamp hurt in the body of the pain more than wearing crystal shoes in the red carpet of happiness. Still longing for a flower open time to draw the past all kinds of, with the heart to remember will never forget.
10, red face ultimately can not withstand the years, but your smile has been pervading my ears, as if a piece of heavenly music, washed away the lead, so that people are addicted to which can not be extricated, sighed under the wall of the bullet wounds, whether or not it is really able to withstand your poetic and picturesque a touch of a beautiful smile. In spite of this, they can not restrain the flood of feelings, continue to write their own sentimental with words.
1, this city does not have the legend of the grass grows and flies, it is always living in the reality inside, fast drums, hasty figure, numb eyes, false smile, and I am being assimilated.
2, a few clumps of camel thorns seem to have no colorful breath, but inhaled a wisp of wind and sand. This is their way of entertainment in life, and nothing is happier than this, because, as they know, the loneliest thing is emptiness. So, they chose to accept it.
3. When love comes, of course, it is happy. However, this joy is to pay, but also to learn to accept the disappointment, hurt and parting. From then on, life is no longer pure.
4, in this sad and bright March, I hit the horse from my thin youth, through the violet cordial, through the cottonwood, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence.
5, memory wants to rot the leaves, those fresh those tender green has long been buried in the front part of the time scale, but there is the smell of decay to stay in the tail part of the time scale.
6, the evening sun, bright moon rising. The piercing evening wind blowing on the face, the heart slightly cool, the sky's thunder, bursts of roar. Rain falls in the corner of the eye, can not distinguish between tears or water.
7, it seems that people can not have high expectations, those who are far away from you and borderline things, can not touch to touch, but open, those from the destruction of how far?
8, the riot at the airport stopped for a while, where people have their own direction, take off in a hurry, hurriedly down, take away other people's stories, leaving their own memories.
9, we may be able to love two people at the same time, and was loved by two people. Unfortunately, we can only stay with one of them until old age.
10, a person around the position is only that much, you can give only that much, in this small circle, some people to come in, there are some people have to leave.
11, like an ambush in the streets of some kind of breath, unintentionally passing through the past laughs and tears hooked up, suddenly heartache can not be repressed, the original never forget.
12, I stood too long to say too long I myself are tired, how do you still do not understand? I wrote too much to write too long I am tired, how do you still can not understand?
13, there was a smile in my life, but finally dissipated like a fog, and that smile, it became my heart y buried in a turbulent river, can not swim across, the sound of the river, it became my every day and every night singing of despair.
14, feet of flying sand, although very soft, but the heart of the feeling or hard pain. Underfoot, I do not know from which vicissitudes, only know that the footsteps can not be finished, footprints in the wind and sand is always so unfavorable, even a blink of an opportunity to breathe does not give, will be that an indescribable miscellaneous wind swept away.
15, perhaps it is sentimental, this life is really eager to step on the ancient stepping stones, drenched in the gentle rain, eager for her baptism, eager for her gentle touch. Always imagine the south of the river as that fair lady --- the gentleman good martial arts. Boating on the West Lake, gently playing with the lotus seed paste.
16, alone in the intoxication of an indifferent heart, loneliness like smoke slowly dispersed. Just like a quiet night, holding a cup of red wine, swaying my thoughts. Tonight, will come to my dream? I am me, a poem general, dream general small woman. I have remembered that I used to live dial cheerful, personality open!
18, deep love is a tragedy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. And this death is also the most pure. I am a weak, appreciate the tragedy also played a tragedy, but in the last scene absconded, people are alive, the enthusiasm has died.
19, the hustle and bustle of the mortal world and bright, worldly joy and happiness, as bright as a stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Milky Way, warmth as a spring springs out, I do not have the luxury, I just want you to be happy, do not mourn.
20, when I can not comfort you. Or you no longer care for me. Please always remember. In our thin flow of years. There were twelve egrets flying over the lake in the fall.
21. I don't have feelings for him anymore, I don't love her anymore. I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
22, I thought that love can overcome everything, who knows she is sometimes powerless. I thought that love can fill the regret of life, however, to create more regret, but it is love. The cloudy and clear, in a period of love constantly repeats. The sky is not always blue when you change a person.
23, is you betrayed me? Or did I abandon you? The last parting, cruel turn around, leaving me alone, piercing cold wind blowing up my shirt, I have not felt the cold, still waiting for you to turn around and come back again ......
24, in the boundless darkness of the night I touched your gentle face once again, gently kissed, and told you, I want to do you forever bride, you said I have a feeling that you will eventually lose me, you know that when I heard this sentence my face with a smile, but the tears have been in the heart of the flow. Why I still can't escape the cycle of fate, why three lives and three reincarnations still can't get back half a lifetime of love? Why is it that even though I have exhausted the fireworks of three lives, I still can't be with you for half a lifetime? Why is it that even if I give up everything, I can't be with you **** to see the tide rise and fall, the clouds roll in and out? Why have you already seen the end before the beginning, is that the inevitable result?
25, a knitted knit rain, landing, splashing a flowery language, like a dream of that hazy, like holding an umbrella for young girls as light, graceful curls. There is no rain majestic magnificent, no messy melody. It is that kind of a little bit of floating down, like feathers in the sky spinning down, like dandelions patiently looking for their mothers, longing for the earth's acceptance.
26, when time passes, we forget that we have loved a person without hesitation, forget her lovely, forget everything she did for me.
27, it seems that people can not have high expectations, those who are far away from you and borderline things, can not touch to touch, but open, those from the destruction of how far?
28, the wind blew up like a flower like broken years, and your smile shaking shake, become my life on the way to the most beautiful embellishments, look at the sky, look at the snow, look at the season deep dark shadow.
29, I don't like to talk but say the most words every day, I don't like to laugh but always laugh non-stop, everyone around me said that my life is so happy, so I also think that I really happy. But why would I suddenly be silent in a large group of friends, why in the crowd to see a similar back on the sad, see the autumn trees crazy fall leaves I forgot to talk, see the day late on the road warm yellow lights to forget their original direction.
30, lamp shadow pulp sound in the sky is still cold water is still cold dreaming of silk and bamboo light singing outside the building outside the building outside the building outside the building outside the building outside the mountain people have not yet people have not yet. The word "goose" back to the early forgetfulness of the people who stroked the piano tears full of shirt Xiao Xiao Yang flowers fall full of shoulders fall full of shoulders. The sound of the flute and the cold window shadows of the smoke wave oars where is Jiangnan.
31, dawn, the first ray of morning glory spread to the earth, eye-catching sunlight on the body, you finally did not turn around ...... helplessness, loneliness, heartache filled the heart, roaming the road, until the morning glory under the back of the gradually lengthened, slowly disappeared ... ...
32, why so painful to forget a person, time will naturally make you forget. If time does not allow you to forget the people who should not be remembered, what is the significance of the years we have lost?
33, we may be able to love two people at the same time, and be loved by two people. Unfortunately, we can only stay with one of them until old age.
34. When time passes, we forget that we once loved a person unreservedly, forget her lovely, forget everything she did for me.
35, memory wants to rot the leaves, those fresh those tender green has long been buried in the front section of the time scale, but only the overwhelming smell of decay remains in the end of the time scale.
36, the wind blew up like a flower like broken years, and your smile shake shake shake, become my life on the way to the most beautiful embellishments, look at the sky, look at the snow, look at the season deep dark shadow.
37, I don't like to talk but say the most words every day, I don't like to laugh but always laugh non-stop, everyone around me said that my life is so happy, so I think I really happy. But why would I be in a large group of friends in a sudden silence, why in the crowd to see a similar back on the sad, to see the fall trees crazy fall leaves I forgot to talk, see the day late on the road warm yellow lights to forget their original direction.
38, the shadow of the lamp pulp sound in the sky is still cold water is still cold dreaming of silk and bamboo light singing outside the building outside the building outside the building outside the building outside the mountain outside the people are not yet people are not yet. The word "goose" back to the early forgetfulness of the people who stroked the piano tears full of shirt Xiao Xiao Yang flowers fall full of shoulders fall full of shoulders. The sound of the flute and the cold window shadows of the smoke wave oars where is Jiangnan.
39, dawn, the first ray of morning glory spread to the earth, eye-catching sunlight on the body, you finally did not turn around ...... helplessness, loneliness, heartache filled the heart, roaming the road, until the morning glory under the back of the gradually lengthened, slowly disappeared ... ...
40, the evening sun, bright moon rising. The piercing evening wind blowing on the face, the heart slightly cool, the sky's thunder, bursts of roar. Rain falls in the corner of the eye, can not distinguish between tears or water.
coverall classic quotes wood floating life1. Sang Wuyan instantly flashed Su Nianzhu furious look, immediately want to laugh, the old man's words are always much more reasonable.
2. Sang Wuyan gradually saw the sky outside the window a little white, the rain also stopped, she only groggy holding the phone began to have sleep.
3. God covered a curtain in front of your eyes, well, he let me do your eyes.
4. Su Nianzhu face pale, even his voice is hoarse. He leaned on the back of the car's back seat, hands rubbing the corner of his forehead: I want to go home.
5. She returned home and turned out the graduation photo in elementary school. She had forgotten what she looked like at the time, so it took her half a day to find Huang Xiaoyan in the second row.
6. She leaned back on the sofa in the study and turned around to see Su Nianzhu sitting at the very center of the conference room. Heating is very big, so he is only wearing a black shirt, in a group of people lined with his perennial indifference to look particularly handsome.
7. She thought about having a child, but always felt as if she did not grow up much, how to raise children.
8. Wu Yan, if you dare to leave me first, I will hate you.
9. A night, Sang Wuyan all beeped and did not speak. Su Nianzhuo would have felt so hard to get a clean night, but also afraid of her sulking heart suffocated.
10. There is a fish pond in one corner of the yard. The pool is very shallow, probably only a foot deep water, the water raised dozens of koi carp and crucian carp. The fish are not afraid of people at all. Sometimes hear people talking, they think to feed them food, crowded together.
11. Where you are lost, I will wait until you come back.
12. Since Sang Wuyan said these words, Su Nianzhu began to pay careful attention, a few times in a row, he appeared, the phone will be terminated.
The only thing I can dominate is the joy of being free, and the only way I can support myself is to fall for no reason at all.
In such a slow rhythm to the background as if stopped, that long day light, biting cold miss and sadness
I take that dead love, carved in the bottom of my heart, so that it disappears forever in my life
To make a man change, may be God's love or Buddha's mercy, but definitely not a woman.
The most lonely time in life is when all your friends are already married and you are not yet married.
Many years later, has grown up you can not understand, now I am in what mood to stand here.
Said shedding tears said cowardly behavior, but how many people, when y hurt, is strong.
I also want to cut off the dependence on you, but I found that the broken dependence, broken love.
In this world of love with millions of people, it is not difficult to find someone with similar tastes, the difficulty is just not knowing if it will last.
I know that a certain sunny afternoon. My palm, will bloom colorful flowers.
There is no one who does not love who, there is no one who is going to who. Only who loves who more than who. We love each other, we mourn.
I can't stack the stars, and I can't shine. But I want to desperately put light. I think there is always a beam of light that will fall into your eyes.
The distance between us is light years, and the obstacle between us is the absence of love.
I am willing, I am always willing. One day at a time, living in your maturing face. Never wake up, wake up is not tired.
I suspect that those days let me live like a bubble, like a clueless duck lonely cruise.
Our love is like that colorful bubble, others a touch. It shattered.
Maybe we once all wanted to leave, but in the end will stay, so this is love.
You're gone, leaving me only a memory, you do not know I want to have your whole world.
Some people are destined to become friends, some people are destined to become lovers, we are doomed, can only miss so.
Crush is a person's solo dance, although I can not dance, but I have tasted the taste of loneliness.
The difference between a lie and a vow is that the person who listens to it takes it seriously, and the person who says it takes it seriously.
I love you, not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am by your side.
I wandered on the edge of the dream and reality, can not hold the charm of the cold, hurt and died into the mound.
The memory of the future is slowly becoming fuzzy, but the feeling is always still so real.
I put all the misfortune unlimited enlargement, big enough to cover their eyes, can not see anything.
Young ideals and persistence, with each number of the calendar gently and humbly drifted past.
Even if it's a flower that's hard to get close to, with a focused attitude, I can bloom brilliantly and beautifully.
After the breakup, about your happiness, in fact, I am sad after the face of despondency.
Just very afraid, such a short-lived happiness can not stand the test, will one day disappear.
I always put some precognitive things pretending to be hindsight, so that others think I do not realize.
Some stories remind me of my former foolishness, and I begin to have new ideas and look forward to a new life
I pretend to hurry in the lazy time, forgetting myself, forgetting life, forgetting the dream.
Rained air, tired of sadness, my memory of the fairy tale has slowly melted
The story of their own participation, their own director of the end, the pain is self-inflicted
What you say is what you say to be with me for life that will certainly be together for life
The age of absurdity is about to pass, and my footsteps are a little heavy, the direction is a little confused. The first time I saw this, I was a little bit confused.
I have stepped over the high wall carved by time, but I still have to rush for the youth in the dream.
I looked up and saw a sky that was cut into irregular shapes by the angles of the buildings and the sparse foliage
The continuation of the cycle, in the time of rubbing shoulders, always reflecting the tears in each other's hesitant face.
I laughed wistfully, laughing at the youthful madness of the naughty, laughing at the unchanging youth, laughing at the weakness of the cocoon.
A lifetime of only three relationships is the best, one ignorant, a bone, a lifetime.
I want to live in your heart, the term is a lifetime.
Emotion, sentiment, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
I listened to the song in my memories over and over again, slowly forgetting how bloodthirsty and rotten soul I used to love someone.
Life has become so helpless, but we still need to be strong to face that ridiculous life.
I do not need your pity, just need to have a quiet dark corner, so that when I am hurt, I can cry alone.
The flower is easy to thank, the fog is easy to lose, the dream is easy to pass away, the cloud is easy to disperse, things are like this, how can the love be embarrassed?
The vastness of the speechless love v. confusion, countless tears a silk and then wandering.
We must accept the disappointment, because it is limited, but must not lose hope, because it is infinite.
There are times when you don't want to mention, the most fragile heart, inadvertently in the blast escape control, a scene appeared.
Always say that it is too small and too early, but do you know, I am afraid that in the future, there is another woman in front of me to say: "I love you".
So many dramatic bridge, how can appear in so realistic reality.
I always forget to go throw all with you, but you tripped me up when I went ahead.
You can't hurt me, but I can't turn a blind eye to your sadness.
Perhaps, you will forget the past, but I will not, because I have long been branded memories deep in the heart.
Life is like a dance, teach you the initial dance steps of the people may not be able to accompany you to the scattered
Occasionally listen to a piece of music nostalgia for a period of time, sitting in a period of time nostalgia for a period of time of another palm prints.
Flipping through the souvenir book that was thrown in the bookcase, silent in sadness again, but the memory is no longer strong.
The boredom of life has become the capital of my youthful recklessness, and the distortion of day and night has become the habit of my activities.