1, in the spring, I saw a few pieces of new growth of young leaves, it is first curled up, tender yellow, and so it slowly grows, the leaf blade is also slowly loosened, you can see its leaf surface. The color is also getting deeper and deeper, light green, light green, grass green, dark green, and finally into the family of green leaves, no longer distinguishable.
2, some people even if they do not belong to themselves, met or not. Not to chase what you crave, you will never have. Many things are like this: you think it's worth it, it's worth it! Everyone's soul is a lonely dancer, only the shadow of silence is always accompanied. We spend our whole life trying to dance in splendor, but in the end, we cannot dance in sorrow and joy. What really matters is not the years of life, but the years of life.
3, green mountain mist, hundred miles enchanting. The trees are red at the end of the world, falling out of the Shaohua. So the world to the mountains of red leaves, say not enough thousands of words to say not enough words, only blood stained clothing tears pouring city. The wind blew, rolled away a dust. Red leaves flying in the air circling, and finally turned into ashes, not into the dust. I make a pot of tea, watching the rain and snow, followed by the world into the cold, so repeatedly, endlessly. The moment of beauty, buried in the yellow earth.
4, the wind and rain Li Ren, dust Lin stained fingers. A lifetime of Qingping Yuhan, ice Xinhongti. The Jade Kettle Lotus heart, flower language small butterflies, a pool of purple ink to keep the dream. The fragrance of the orchid is unchanging, and the jade case is written with a pen. The building will be friends, to gentle books and gates gallery, release my clear spirit of the heart, the ink forest lovers, Yijun's heart of the ferry earthly obsession, dream ò clear shadow, with the clouds and water Zen heart brush sleeve, to text to nourish the heart, and peacefully across the dream of light!
5, brilliant is a kind of beauty, alone is a kind of beauty, lively is a kind of beauty, and sadness, is also a kind of beauty, a kind of inner emotion most really show, a kind of emotion most natural and most real display of the beauty of a different kind. In fact, everyone's life is not perfect, so everyone's life, there will be more or less sad times. Sadness, an inexplicable soreness of the soul, is moving.
6, ah, time and time again, the years have no words, think only words have a voice, the text is the light of the traces, but also opened in my heart a never withering flower. In the light of the time, I use words to embroider a piece of time that can no longer be reproduced in my life, it is for me to look back, for me to look back at a certain moment in that period of time, wandering, tears, or joy, the once those who have been the flow of light and broken shadow slowly, slowly pieced together.
7, the harbor of the soul of how important it is for us, we need to appease the tired soul, relax yourself. Return to the harbor of the mind where you live. Gently close your eyes, so that the heart immersed in the drift, such as foam as delicate, such as muslin as dense music; heart with it floating, colorless and tasteless, but more mellow than wine, more fragrant than flowers, more charming than the night.
8, have seen all the way to the scenery, walked through a few courses of time, wandering heart, there are always a few lost. Time to go, seasonal rotation, and life, still in a low state. Smile, a touch of bitterness in the heart, recall, entangled, seems to be worried about the heart is still there. Light and shadow superimposed illusion, thoughts stranded, smile is always so far-fetched. I always want to hold the hand of time, warm in the years, warm in me, in the days of Qingning, feel the warmth of the season.
9, the flow of years, those traces of love, those love of each other, those days as plain as water, those all the way to shake the smoke and rain, are in the text moistened with a touch of light poetry. Careful drying, sealing, will be hidden in a flower in the heart of the stamen, and so on the flow of years look back, chewing between the lips and teeth, will feel the elegant fragrance, warmth of affection.
10, life geometry, sunset a few degrees. Inadvertently a brush, will become the most beautiful scenery in our memories, have the fate of a thousand miles to meet, no fate face to face, from now on, your face will be y hidden in my mind, lingering. How many dreams, and you sit hand in hand side by side, viewing the sunset afterglow, listening to the waves beat the coast of the magnificent, strolling in the fragrant flowers, in the flowers whispering, watching butterflies playfully chasing the romantic.
11, dusk, in fact, is a state of mind. The scenery of the sky, is a wonderful, is a piece of vicissitudes, but also a shock; the heart of the feelings, is a release is a memory is a wai sentimental; the warmth of the hand, is a simple is all the way to the wind and frost is the happiness of a lifetime. Beautiful things, most will be short, and always untouchable. All the world, all the glory of all the flow, will eventually pass, will eventually tend to calm, will eventually become a bowl of pure water.
12, there is no book home, there is no flower garden; there is no book home, there is no bird of the woods; there is no book home, there is no drop of water lakes; there is no book home, there is no star of the night sky; there is no book home, there is no grass of the fertile ground; there is no book home, there is no snowflake of the cold winter.
13, there is a person, near and far is not the distance, hands and feet are all waves, at hand, often remember the end of the world, joy, anger, laughter and scolding ripples. In a corner of your heart, will often be the name touched, sometimes as the river surging, sometimes like a stream murmuring, sometimes overflowing with your thoughts, sometimes hanging in your dream. He allows you to have a marvelous memory, so that you add to the sadness of the worries. The answer is in your heart.
14, some words, said the people moving mouth, listening to the people but moved the heart. Life is like a wandering travel, life, there will always be a lot of helplessness, bitter, only to know the sweet; pain, only to understand the strong; stupid, only to grow. Life, there are always some saddening blank, some people, so you hang on, but can not keep; some missed, so you stay, but lifelong regret.
15, I pinch the letter you sent from that year, in the bright light of day, read word by word. The tiny elves dancing on the paper, under the light and transparent wings, there is a wind like a song. In the depths of the windy and cloudy red dust, we always first spend a second to fall in love, and then spend a lifetime to love. In life can not stop on the journey, meet seems to be only to fulfill the love of the people who have a heart, but how many people in this world have a heart?
16, casually pillow Xia, the wind implies the poetry of the scriptures, turned over, floating peaks, the illusion of a clear dew dropping dodder, resident in the quiet valley, quiet ink, picking rain to do clouds. Clear pool raccoon wall, ink stone, with the heart of the elegant bamboo sieve moon, depending on the strings around the road Peach Cave, Stranger's Song, delicate and long for the standing of a vein of flavor. But look at the valley blossoms and falls, vegetarian butterflies fluttering into the dream, sun and moon for thousands of miles.
17, have you really good, have you my peace, have you warm. But your Laojun recalled you. I am a flower fairy in the field, the Queen Mother coldly dispatched me to Chang'an. You are in heaven, I am on earth, never to see each other. Thus lonely and alone for a lifetime, lovesick and despondent season after season of wind and snow drifting. I spread my thoughts throughout the entire Chang'an, that colorful red is my heart language, can you ever see?
18, the flower thing has passed, and I in the rush of time, unjustifiably missed the flower period. Always thought, those scattered fragrance, is the flow of love, is the most beautiful deep inscription on the Chinese year. Until between the eyebrows, no longer find a trace of youth to know, past many pure favor, are returned to the flow of light. Is not everyone, go to the end, sweep the dust, will be the days to nothing? Perhaps then, only to be able to get peace in the crowd of disturbance.
19, lonely flowers, silent bloom in this beautiful music, fragrance of my life, enriching my ink book! The ink-colored sadness, in the sound of the rain fade away, dissolve in this transparent rain curtain, no trace, silent! Only left this gentle sound of the piano and the sound of the rain complement each other, and synthesized into a cup of rich old wine!
20, I know, you will be lonely alone in the distance, often wandering in the void, sadness rolled, can not swing away from the entanglement of thoughts, still interpreted with the heart of the pain of missing. I know, when I met, your tears is my rainy season, I would rather lose a few happy, but also do not want to reunite with the arrival of that cloudy color. After meeting, the falling raindrops are still your tears, gorgeous fall, pear-like chaotic trembling, I pain in despair, determined to roll the curtains for you, pull the warmth.
Thinking is a beautiful pain - sad saying mood phrases
I don't like to talk when I'm sad, I like to be alone and quiet without needing to be comforted, I like to be alone and stand by the window and look into the distance and stare, I like to be alone and walk without a purpose, a person to cry, a person to wipe the tears, a person to be sad, a person to share. Seeing the vision in front of me blurred to clear, clear and then blurred, repeated non-stop. Only to realize that, originally, I have always been just a person.
Swinging beautiful tears, such as ripples point of thoughts, broken in the dream of Nanke, and eventually into the drift, and eventually into the barren.
Snuggled in your gentle afterglow, I recite your pain, singing your injury, shallow reading of the delicate chapter you contain, I glide in your gentle dream, sketching your smile nightmare.
Your touch draws the enchanting sadness, sadness of the acacia as a song, the song of the enchanting like willow wadding was ruthlessly rubbed, broken into a paper silhouette, mapped in a branch of red plum.
Detailed matters of the heart, the heart is in turmoil, chaotic matters of the heart of the cold fall of their own delicate red face, why a finger of orchid song is ultimately a basket of water an empty, the string sound is not yet a song of despair attacked on the eyebrow.
The night sky, that once the brightest constellations, is the thoughts of the Milky Way on the beach beautiful footprints, but now also has long been the rain melt away, eternal spread into insomnia.
Sleeping, this night under the attic lights, disorientation of the figure around the silence camouflaged more charming, and occasionally sporadic raindrops fluctuating outside the window, such as the strings on the Qian Qian jade hand.
Don't dwell on one thing too long. If you dwell on it for a long time, you will be annoyed, hurt, bored, tired, hurt and heartbroken. In fact, at the end of the day, it's not the thing you're upset about, it's the thing you're upset about. No matter how twisted, you have to learn to withdraw.
In every empty and lonely day, my melancholy always fill my heart, thoughts are a beautiful pain, often tear me down.
A few years, leaving a few helpless, walked and passed, cried and laughed, loved and hated. Every day in such a life, repeated, like a circle, happy. Maybe physically and mentally exhausted, but the road under the feet never have a return date. A few years, is happiness or sorrow. There is never a law, happiness and sadness are always alternating.
My world is too quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat. The blood of the heart slowly flows back into the ventricle, so and so round and round. Smart people, like to guess the heart, perhaps guessed the right heart of others, but also lost their own. Foolish people, like to give the heart, may be cheated, but may not be able to get someone else's. You thought I was impervious to knives and guns, I thought you were invulnerable to all kinds of poison ......
Life, there is no eternal love, there is no end to the feelings, always have to end; can not have the person, will always forget. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need. Life, there is no can't pass, you can't sit on the side of the can and wait for it to disappear, you can only find a way to go through it. Life, there is no easy to give up, as long as you insist, you can complete the elegant turn, create eternal splendor
Tonight's moon is particularly enchanting, the sprawling moonlight pouring over the vast land, swinging up the early winter cool silk chill, will be intoxicated by the night, will be thinking about scattered into my faint sadness.
Sometimes not do not understand, just do not want to understand; sometimes not do not know, just do not want to say it; sometimes not do not understand, but understand also do not know how to do, and then kept silent.
1, since the world appeared two love, it is destined to have for the love of tired or for the love of hurt.
2, just want to think of you like this, although in every night, I can only use my heart to silently think of you, but you touched my heart, I hope my heart can accompany you to sleep.
3, in the heart, sad or happy, will always become memories, become a beautiful scenery on the road of life.
4. Who is not tired of love, and who is not hurt by love.
5. Some flowers are destined to follow the wind, some love is destined to follow the fate. Karma is like the wind, when it comes, no shadow, when it goes, no trace. Not long love is also come and go in a hurry.
6, a sleepless night, a long wait, a taste of heartache, a pair of eyes looking forward to, just for a person.
7, want you, is a kind of sweet sorrow, is a kind of pain in anticipation, is a kind of happy melancholy, is a kind of don't want to think and can't not want to helpless.
8, my infinite thoughts of you, like the heart beat in the colorful clouds rising harbor, is the kind of secret happiness in the heart ripples, I just want to one day with a strand of love silk thread, you and I this love, tied to the end of the years never lost.
9, I sit alone in my own four corners of the world, quietly enjoying this peace, fingertips flowing like smoke thoughts, intoxicated in those who have not forgotten the past, as if it were a lifetime.
10, holding a hypothetical thoughts, but has not been so fascinated, the heart with the faraway people, but found that not much thought, occasionally I will feel lonely.
11, a lot of sadness, perhaps unwilling to give up, perhaps looking forward to, perhaps helpless.
12, the song is over, but I can not say goodbye to the past, in the thoughts of you sink. Up and down, in the fall in a drunken, a dream, the heart is still your clear model, the bottom of the eye is still hanging with your sadness.
13, you and I are destined to be Pingju, a little bit of accumulation of thoughts, always the distance of the pain.
14, dreaming, your shadow gently slipped from the heart, your warmth has long been gone, my world is only left with wet memories.
15, the wind of memory blew over all the hills, I stayed in the silent branches, where there is no aromatic world, there is no human warmth and cold, but it seems so empty and lonely.
16, feelings of the wound is difficult to heal, even if the wound healing will leave a dazzling scar.
17, feelings are never a double-edged sword, both can hurt others will also make their own injury.
18, alone, listening to the song of two people, so warm and bleak.
19, unintentional encounters, unintentional parting, life is always like this, very helpless.
20, love by a smile to start, and finally by a drop of tears to end. Wounded, scarred, and ultimately left traces, perhaps speechless is the best comfort, perhaps memories is the best ending.
21, love, more or less helpless, gloomy, thinking of you, a few sad, a few sad, a few persistent.
Love is a kind of encounter beautiful love mood phrases
Letting go is not an excuse not to love, hand in hand is the end of the permanent
People always cherish the unobtained, and forget what they have.
When you have already lost, you should be brave enough to give up.
Don't let the sadness of the past, or the worries of the future, destroy the happiness of the present.
Seize the opportunity to give your all and leave without regret.
Love is a kind of encounter, can not wait, and can not be prepared.
Sometimes the simplest advice you give to others is the most difficult to do yourself.
Whatever happened in the past, the best is yet to come.
I need to hold your hand to show you what forever is.
The real destiny is not the arrangement of heaven, but your initiative
The real inferiority complex is not that you are not good, but that you think she is too good
The real concern is not that you think it is good to ask her to change, but that you are the first to find out about her change
The real contradiction is not that she doesn't understand you, but that you won't tolerate her
The relationship is not a good one. I don't want to go back to being alone again
But I really fell in love with you and found out that you never had me in your heart
I don't want you to say I'm the one you love
But you're thinking about someone else
You don't even feel safe in your own skin
What credible things or people are there
They all wear masks and I don't get it.
I'm not a god, I can't control it
Even if we don't meet next, we'll meet last.
What you can let go of is once, what you can't let go of is memory.
As long as I can meet you, no matter when is my most beautiful time.
Love is actually not fun, just because you do not play well, so it is addictive.
Obviously everyone has two hearts, but can only live in one person.
Instead of sad memories, it is better to smile and forget.
That youthful age, we all thought we got love.
It was only when I got hurt that I realized that the world could only warm itself.
A thousand reasons to believe, eventually forgotten in other people's stories.
One person passes, one person walks, and tells himself that less people love me.
If the love song can not move you, then my heart can not.
Some things, only deserve to be memories, some people, can only do passers-by.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find my way back to you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to find my way back to you.
I would rather go back to being alone.