Love log book (selected 6)
Introduction: love where all belong to the eternal topic, the movie, TV series, drama, dance, etc. can not be separated from its rendering, as if it exists everything has become beautiful, no matter whether it is sentimental or pleasant. Journal is also a good carrier of the record of love, the following is what I do love journal book (selected 6), for reference only, we take a look at it.
Love Journal Part 1
Boys like ice and jade, soft like water girls;
Girls like tall and straight, handsome boys;
Boys in the rainy days, like to sleep at home, dreaming of the future;
Girls in the rainy days, like to pull the boy, walking in the rain, singing, running;
A boy likes to read a girl's diary to see if she holds him in her heart;
A girl likes the fragrance of flowers as it is a symbol of love;
A boy likes to look up at the stars at night and reminisce about his love, which is lonely;
A girl likes to share her love with her best friend at night, which is hilarious;
A boy likes to pull his cherished girl and speed around on a bicycle;
A girl likes to pull her beloved boy shopping, buying many dolls and saying to it at night that this is you and this is me;
A boy texting a girl to report his whereabouts is forced to do so;
A girl texting a boy to lie to a boy and then laughing out loud, is out of their own free will;
Boys often use far away to test the girl on love is sincere;
Girls often use their own by the demons and monsters to test the boy to see if he loves her;
Boys have a big hand, like a boat, drifting in life, but very warm;
Girl's heart is like a little poem, love is very hard, but very happy;
Girl's heart is like a poem, love is very hard, but very happy;
Girl's heart is like a poem, love is very hard, but very happy; <
Boys meet their own heartbeat of the girl will quickly strike, embracing love in the fire;
Girls meet their own adoration of the boy will slowly penetrate, in the calm to taste the fragrance of love;
Boys meet their own love rivals, is very open-minded, and often drink together;
Girls meet their own love rivals, is very targeted, can be remembered for life!
The boy who fell out of love is very dashing, tears flow to the heart;
The girl who fell out of love is very sad, tears often hang on the face.
It's hard to find a perfect girl, boys don't get discouraged;
It's not easy to find a boy who is both virtuous and talented, girls don't get discouraged;
We are all human beings, we all long for love;
Boys and girls, work hard for it!
Love Journal Part 2
Willow Bay, by the creek, leave your promise. You said, wait for me, wait for me to see the fireworks in the sky, wait for me to listen to the stream flowing slowly, wait for me to put on a wedding dress for you, waiting for time to grow old. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
I don't know how many years I burned incense in my past life to let me meet you in this life. Met you, in my best age, the years also for me to stay, leaving the most luxurious memories, leaving the ripples in the heart.
The north wind three nights, blowing constant thoughts like sheep. The geese wait for the season, send not away a paper sentimental. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
The encounter is very short, the memories are long, the years have stolen the appearance of who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Dream pen, pick a spring flower, flowers are proud, proud of the fall, winter, spring and summer.
A years cool, buried you and my youthful madness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The three life stone, wishing pool, peach blossom has been late. Drunk with love, drunk with love, with the sound of the zither, my lapel is wet. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the people in the world, and then I'll be able to get rid of all the people in the world.
A dream, the world has been a thousand years. I still have a heart, between the peach forest, to see the promise of the past life, this world of clouds and smoke.
A world of destiny, the sadness of how many springs and autumns?
A world of destiny, how many times have we been saddened by it? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Tang wind and Song rhyme, inexhaustible book of love, sigh ancient, who will love the word to solve through, look at the present day, a love word and how many people sadly infatuation.
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The cold moon like a hook, a few cold locks in the fall; wind light clouds, a few degrees of flowers fall branches. The only thing I can say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Look at the autumn water is long, the flow can not be exhausted a few times the tide of the tide, stacked more than a few gatherings of sadness, the city of love to whom to talk about it? Can anyone understand the sadness of separation? The moon is cold and the wind is clear, a pool of clear shadow alone swaying; the flow of the years, countless vaults, lonely geese flying alone, can not swing the silence of the shadow.
The fate of the world is like a dream, a thousand loving, ten thousand strands of tenderness, the turn of the head has become empty. Years of ruthlessness, a place of red, the moment has been with the wind, leaving the eyes full of sadness, sadness, a song of separation, tell how many tears empty flow. Fireworks scattered, that a touch of warm incense can still clutch how long, waiting, know how much bitterness waiting, belt widening end not regret, can you wait until you have a clever smile back to look at? In the cold fall of the depression, gradually awake, but it turns out that you are my hopeless extravagance, cold rain, you are the tenderness that I can never catch.
Sorrows and joys, countless degrees of summer and winter, standing in the time of the ferry far away, waiting for you to swing a leaf orchid boat, through the other side of the time to my front, shake off the full body of the Tang wind and Song rain, throw down the sorrow of the next world, and rely on each other to carry each other, and keep each other's white heads. The eyes gradually blurred, so this is just a hallucination of mine, suddenly feel so small, humble, like a grain of dust, scattered in the corner of the bleak, drifting down in the cold wind and dust, and no one to pay attention to.
The autumn wind is cold and bleak, scattered leaves rolled up a land of desolation, with the wind by the current, can not find the direction, looking for the return date, all the way to the fall, countless ditches and bumps, only the night of the rain dashing, to hear the lonely wailing, to touch their own flow of pain. The road ahead has been confused, only feel the piercing cold, perhaps waiting for the burial of a snow and ice, in the cold to freeze their souls, perhaps only this moment, to solidify all the pain.
The prosperity is scattered, a place of smoke and dust, can not swing the slender back. The Buddha said that in the past life of five hundred years to look back in exchange for a rub shoulders, but this come and go in a hurry, and let me how to accept! If I can reincarnate, I wish I had never met in this life, and then practiced for 500 years, so that I can exchange for a time to be with you. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to take in, but I'm going to be able to take it in, and I'm going to be able to take it in, and I'm going to be able to take it in.
The night back to three, always wake up in your dream, once you left me the warmth, but now it has become a 10,000 sharp, gently touch will be drilling pain, it turns out that I hold tightly just a dream. Countless times in the dream to meet, countless times in tears, I y appreciate, forget a carved love is so difficult, a put down can not be as simple as saying, a dusty love, heartbreaking is a lifetime of pain. I always have a question, in your lonely days, there has been my figure appeared? In your lonesome years, there is no warmth ever?
Clouds in the green hills probe look, who see the blue water moon shadow alone, such as yesterday's memory swaying in the cold wind, touch not, can not be swept away, condensed into a sad. The years of the fence can not bear the sadness and happiness of the years, the prosperity of the world can not cover the sad past; years of the green stone path has been covered with barren, leaves fall without trace, and how many people know that a leaf knows the poignancy of autumn, the vicissitudes of life full of paths, how do not see when the warbler murmuring!
The sound of the piano curls, the piper cleanses, the lonely heart of the empty in the world of wandering. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. I hope that God will grant me a wish, so that I can travel back to the place of acquaintance, with all my warmth, accompanied by you towards the end of the world.
Reincarnation of the season, looking forward to the spring blossoms, if I can let me experience a cocoon, I would like to endure severe pain, remove all the camouflage, cocoon as a butterfly, wading through the sea, looking for your fragrance footprints, and you dance a lifetime of love.
The rainy afternoon, holding a volume of poetry, sitting alone at the window, listening to the sound of music coming from the sculling water sound, the heart, sniffing the moist air, straight to the water town of Jiangnan, searching for the old dream in the smoke and rain.
The impression is that the willow bank of Jiangnan is surrounded by smoke and water, and in the clear water of the lake, the ancient melodious melody flows slowly. Today, my heart and soul stepped on the June breeze, linger in the ancient town of Jiangnan, can not bear to leave.
A goodbye for many years, that dream of Jiangnan, is still my soul attachment. The old white tiles and gray walls, arched bridges and pavilions, river ports and stone steps, wooden columns and corridors, the sound of paddles and lights, the water swings and smoke, as well as mottled ceramics, so that I have a fresh memory, as at first sight.
In each of the days of missing Jiangnan, I always borrow a wisp of dense mist, touch the ethereal dream, and then cut a piece of willow leaves, dissolve themselves in the ghostly flute, with the moist wind dive into the south of the river ......
When my fingers slipped through the moss on the stone wall, I resigned from the hustle and bustle of the red dust, pulling up the A sleeve of lilac flowers of the dark fragrance, in the distant Tang and Song poems shallow singing, a singing three sighs.
"Four hundred and eighty temples in the south, how many buildings in the smoke and rain." Low chanting such a poem, my eyes will be reflected in this picture: twenty-four bridge, a white man, the wind across the xiao, elegant xiao drunk a pool of green lotus ...... quiet on the blue waves, a purple woman, the water combing makeup, beautiful silk, drunk on both sides of the flowers ... ...
Wandering in the stone bridge, feel the legend of the world is not far away, I clearly see, the broken bridge above, Xu Xian and the white lady two love, stare at the eye.
Standing on the shore of the pillow water, listening to the distant deep and shallow commentary, a touch of warmth, a touch of melancholy, a few points of nostalgia in the mind wandering, rippling. The squeaky sculling sound makes me listen to the footsteps of the past. Really want to, borrow a curtain of smoke and rain, a pot of yellow wine, **** you drunk.
"Ask how many idle worries are there? A river of tobacco, a city full of flotsam, plum yellow time rain." Bend down, pick up a piece of falling red, I, bathe in the rain and sing ......
Listen, that rainy alley footsteps on the green stone board, stepped on the broken who's ghostly dream? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The morning bell and the evening drum, how many years of monsoon sent away? I have no way to ask. Today, the rain is still like the year thousands of strands, lingering scarlet, but the face of the people do not know where. Rain, dripping on the tiles, dripping in front of the window pane, fell into the sea of thoughts ......
The sound of whispering, a paper chapter, bloomed the fading of the previous destiny, fascinated by a river of water, rhythmic waves, brimming with pain in the eyes of who? The rain and smoke, this life, who is who is the watchman of the next life? A gust of wind, wrinkled the thoughts of who? The colorful fallen leaves, messed up who's flowers?
If one day, they are wearing a blue blossom blouse, white skirt, an oil-paper umbrella, not for the love affair trapped, not for the leaves fall melancholy, in the rain and smoke leisurely walk, in pursuit of a long time soul dream, scooped up the fragrance full of clothes, that is how a beautiful and romantic?
Now, why can't I find the blooming Peachland? In my dream, only a piece of peach blossom drifting down, landing into a butterfly ...... that a peach blossom rain, wet the line of poetry, mottled memory.
Smoke wave on the river, a thousand sails over the end, the idea of the end of the world is far away, the smoke locks the heavy building. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair.
Broken sound, crossed the bleak ferry, broken a river reflection, the gradual thinning of the Jiangnan rain and smoke, and added a section of new sorrow.
That year, you and I passed through Jiangnan, you hold the vertical blowjob blowing up the curling piper sound, the melodious sound of the strings ripples on the West Lake, rippling the beauty of the night in Jiangnan, drunkenness of my heart. Since you left, my dreams are all left behind in Jiangnan, you and I **** ferry that leaf orchid boat, from now on annihilated in the smoke like rain ......
Today, holding a poetry scroll, the heart, always unwilling to get out of the rainy Jiangnan.
I really want to hold hands with you, in the misty rain, together with the return to the old place, pick up the dream of Jiangnan, and then with a cave xiao, shake a light boat, borrow ten miles of the lotus wind, downstream, following the fragrance of the lotus root, the sound of the birds, all the way forward ......
Outside the window, the misty rain is misty, I vaguely heard the sound of your xiao from the misty rain curls and Dear friend, how are you doing in the faraway place I don't know? Are you happy in that world I don't know? Do you feel a little cold in this winter? At such a moment will you also feel a little lonely like me, will you also inexplicably shed tears? Even if you are not in my world, but in such days, such can not help but think of you, my friend, my confidant, my dream lover, you live well?
Another year of New Year's Eve in the children's laughter and the sound of firecrackers came, the wheel of life will be more than one year slipped through the traces of the years, in the night that the crystal heart floating in the river of the years, listening to the world alone that the tranquility of the world, so that the flowing water washed away the body full of dust, I feel the breath of another self. The stars in the sky into a river of countless wishes, I want to make a wish for every person who has a dream, those are crystal raindrops, can give is full of blessings and full of love.
About love I learned what is to give up, occasionally a little bit of heart that is not love, occasionally tired that is not down, occasionally sadness is not pain, occasionally laughter that is not happy. I'm not going to force myself, just like an ill-fitting dress, even if she is very beautiful and very fashionable, but how can I do it? He is not suitable for my body, but let me not class, so I will give up and go to find suitable clothes for their own body, even if he is just a piece of other people do not look at the stall goods, for feelings I do not force others, and more will not force my own. Already accustomed to loneliness, accustomed to the feeling of walking alone, accustomed to quietly appreciate the scenery on the road, speak to the sky, tell him my heart, listen to the pine waves singing, and he **** Ming, see the ripples of the water will be the heart thrown into the center of him, no need to disturb, no need to accompany each other, no need for a misty greetings, do not belong to me are just a piece of floating clouds, forget about it! Let go! To be, just a free heart.
On friendship, I learned to forget, forget does not mean forget, only because I care about is pure friendship, rather than a lot of flaws in things, and those worth my nostalgia, worth my attachment have been far away no longer exist, I will be that once the pure treasure in the era worth remembering, now we are today, now we are oh, just familiar with the stranger. But in such a day I also can not help but think of our past, I also can not help but to bless that once friendship, although my blessing is not important to them, I still want to say to them; dear friends, I think of you, I still like you in the past, wish you a happy new year! I don't ask you to remember me, I just hope that one spring you will see a small flower on the roadside, because that is one of my wishes for you.
Regarding happiness, I have learned to be contented and understand simplicity. Occasional gains and losses are just the passage of life, there is no eternity in life, and life will not be forever, 'Love yourself well, because a lifetime is not long, and love those around you well, because you won't meet them in your next life.' Happiness is when you find a thing that you have never found before without realizing it. Happiness is when you try hard to go on a diet to lose weight for the one you love and he is holding your favorite food and patting you on the head and saying; Eat quickly! Don't starve, happiness is you in the cold winter night can lie in the warm nest to read their favorite books, until tired, weary and then turn off the light to sleep to know the dawn. Happiness is actually very simple, he is in your unconscious happen, just see if you have seen, have not found, have not to experience, have no heart to cherish. Happiness is that you do not think about what you do not have, but to think about what you have. The heart of contentment with a simple way to deal with happiness believe that you are happy.
Like to listen to a song, like to draw a picture, like to read a good book, like to write a little bit of a small mood, like the transparency of the crystal, like the sky's blue, the white clouds, the water's clear, the heart's quiet. Maybe I fall in love with someone once in a while, maybe I write a little poem once in a while, in a quiet season, in the season of blossoming flowers, in the season of falling leaves, in the season of mountain winds blowing, in the season of starry skies, in the season of drizzling rain. Let me draw a picture! With life as a line, with life coloring, with love pen, with the heart carving, with the cold tone of the crystal heart, with the warm tone of the heart of the painting a small nest,
Facing the sea, the flowers bloom in the spring.
I don't know what kind of life I will have tomorrow, I don't know what is waiting for me in the future, I don't know how many times I will laugh, I don't know how many times I will cry, how long life is on my way in the end, and I really won't guess what will happen after tomorrow. Dear people na! I don't know how long you want me to wait for you? If you are really not in my life, then you must be in heaven. Let every wish of mine be heard by you, let every miss of mine make you hang on! When I grow old, when I am no longer young, when I no longer dream, when I no longer wait, when I no longer miss, you, will still think of me? Let me say Happy New Year to you before the bell rings! Let's meet the seasons of the coming year together, I am here, you are in my heart, Happy New Year!
The new year is here, here I wish myself and my daughter in this year; health and peace! Happiness and joy! Smiling mouth always open! I'm happy every day! The new year has come and gone, and I would like to wish myself and my daughter the best of luck in this year! I wish my daughter; learning progress! Lively and lovely! Be obedient and understanding! She is motivated! I wish myself all the best! Ideal and sweet love! Good luck to you! Good luck! I wish my parents a long and healthy life! And youth forever! I wish my brother and sister-in-law a happy family! I wish you all the happiness in the world! I wish my nephew good luck in his work! All the best! Well, well, well. It seems that I have a lot of wishes every year haha! But I really love you all
Love Journal Part 61, at this time, the clock has struck midnight. Sitting alone in front of the bed, ten fingers in the cold keyboard, knocking a sentence you can not hear the words of the heart: I wish you a happy birthday! Sending a blessing you can not receive: I wish you in the years to come, worry less, happy more!
2, yes, the clock strikes midnight, this moment, I think, I should be that first to meet your birthday. Today is your birthday. My heart is full of colorful flags, there is a very thick, very thick love, surging in the bottom of the heart. I also do not know why it should be so grand. From yesterday until this moment, I was thinking, what gift should I take to you?
3. The night is deep, but the pain of longing is deep. I can't sleep peacefully on such a late night. The soul is held by the pain, a pale invasion of the sea of the heart, let a person exhausted.
4, these years, this way, you also walked very tired, I understand you! I can imagine that you have had, in the dark night secretly helpless and heartache; you have been in every sleepless midnight, feel the torment of thoughts. I think it's time for me to leave quietly!
5, but the fact is very cruel, we did not leave the past, just the past hidden in our dark shadow, not seen by us at all times, in fact, they have been accompanied by all kinds of life, lingering, we can only choose to avoid, but can not choose to give up, we have this belief, but not the ability.
6, so many years along the way, what we have experienced, what we feel, perhaps has been unable to express in words all the way through the course of the feelings, only to experience, in order to y understand the meaning of which, unspeakable, 10 years of life, in the end, what kind of life, perhaps it is not important.
7, now everything is still unchanged, changing perhaps only our own inner view of themselves, in fact, I am still me, you or you, everything is still the same, walking in a daze on the bumpy crossroads, around the front and back of the helpless wandering, the tears that come out of the socket, who can see, perhaps only their own shadow can see it.
8, sometimes want to go crazy, but still can not get rid of the most real themselves, only calm themselves is the protagonist of life, interpretation of the light flavor, like the afternoon jasmine tea, fragrant, light, but tasted the most unique life, in fact, we are the same.
9, in fact, after how long is not important, the important thing is that you still have the courage to remember? Once may be a section of wounds that can not be erased, perhaps a period of happiness and sweet eternity, perhaps a simple blank memories, but these have been unimportant, the important thing is that, after many years, we will still recall.
10, love a person, if you can't be with each other, then, forget each other in the river and lake! Love her should not bind her, let her go to choose their own happiness. Let go of the love of people at the same time also let go of their own.
11, the heart, and added to the melancholy and sadness. I once again involuntarily let myself fall deep in the obsession, can not stop. I've been looking for him for a long time, and when I look back, he has disappeared in the darkness of the city. I thought that in the past, the deep love of the unfinished business should be renewed in this life. But I don't know, destiny, that's just wishful thinking. In this life, to a person to embark on the destiny of the return journey, looking at the end of the road
12, forgive me for the face of your time did not say that the deep hidden to a long time love. Because I'm afraid, afraid of their own will be the identity of the third party appeared, destroying the happiness belonging to you; afraid of your goodness for self, do not want to hurt a person who silently love you. The original feelings have not been a person's business, the original love for a person can let themselves in the dark silent tears, the original love for a person to learn to keep the distance before saying the export, the original love for a person can be humble to give up their own.
13, we do live a difficult, one to bear all kinds of external pressure, but also to face their own inner confusion. In the struggle, if someone to you to cast a glance of understanding, you will feel a kind of life warmth, perhaps only a brief glimpse, it is enough to make me feel excited.
14, all the endings have been written, all the tears have been departed, but suddenly forgot, is how a beginning. In that old, no longer come back to the summer, no matter how I go to trace, young you only as a cloud shadow swept past. And your smiling face, very shallow, very faint, gradually hidden in the group of arrows after sunset. So I opened the yellowed title page, which fate had bound in a very poor way. With tears in my eyes, I read again and again, but had to admit, youth, is a book too hasty.
15, if you clearly have seen each other unworthy of your love, and you are still obsessed with the words, it is asking for trouble. Sacrifice yourself for love, it sounds like a very beautiful, but if the other side is not worth it for him to sacrifice, or your sacrifice can not change the happiness between you, then you have to be careful, do not let yourself be a fool.
16, waiting for a person by not distance, but time; appreciate a person with not eyes, but heart. From the time I met you, found that my pen is only willing to scratch for you on the page of literature, and that page I do not know if it is still blank; my poem is only willing to capture that eternal beauty for you in the blossoming season, and the flowers do not know if it is blooming in the height of summer. If the encounter is only because the time is not right, I am willing to wait until the next life. I will silently pray to God to let me remember your face and smile Yan, in the sea of people in the afterlife to find your happy traces. But is there an afterlife?
17, perhaps, really dreamy, not sure what kind of emotions behind those words. So still awake in the early hours of the morning, afraid, if it is from a long but warm dream to wake up but still a person, if you wake up dreaming of neon darkness to go, the night again.
18, everything has been a long time ago, but the only love that a pure land, the sky is clear and cloudy thoughts prayers, so that a wisp of fragrance, so that the trajectory of life spit out the splendor of the years, through the heart of the tenderness of the end of days, watch over the prosperity of this dream.
19, I would like to, have a childlike naive heart, will not be said to be silly, but there is a person to see through me that desire, strong desire, the desire for real. So, as long as it is a child's favorite things, I probably will not be excluded, amusement parks, bubbles, ice cream, carousel, lace stockings, pets, dolls, princess dresses.
20, I am at a loss, confused, buried deep in the bottom of the heart of this love, is not really to put down? I am not the sacrifice, this is full of infinite sadness, so that we can not afford the love? I can't bear to put it down like this. For you to write all the end of the world, for you to reject all the warmth, just want to steal half a day of leisure, and you in the afternoon under the lazy sunshine, *** taste a cup of tea, *** v. a section of the heart sound.
21, I'm used to waiting, so, in the reincarnation of my irresistible station back to the original point of waiting. I don't know, so I have to wait how long to see an answer; I don't know, so I can still insist on waiting how long to wait for a result? Thoughts, very powerless, that is because I can not see the results of thoughts. Perhaps, thoughts do not need results, it just proves that there is someone in the heart has existed. It is not possible to give thought to a certificate to prove that once it had existed?
22, there are many things in this world, you think you can continue to do tomorrow, there are a lot of people, you think you can definitely meet again, so, in your temporarily put down the hand, or temporarily turned around, you think of your heart, just tomorrow will be reunited with the hope that sometimes, and even this hope can not be felt, because you think that the days since this day by day, of course, should also be this day by day. should pass like this day by day. Yesterday, today, tomorrow should be no different, but there will be that one time, in the moment you let go, the moment you turn around, something completely changed, the sun goes down, and before she rises again, some people, from then on and you forever goodbye.
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