My wife betrayed me, and I felt very cold in my heart.
Everything has a price, and the price of happiness is pain.
I'm just not mature enough to forgive your betrayal.
5, don't say love easily, the promise made is the debt owed!
6, always need some warmth, even if it is a self-righteous commemoration.
7. When tears flow down, I know that separation is another kind of understanding.
8. The only one who won't betray himself, besides his own shadow, who else?
9. The happiness on the face can be seen by others, but who can feel the pain in the heart?
10, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, not surprised by the honor or disgrace, looking up at the clouds and clouds, and unintentionally staying.
1 1, the world is so imperfect. What you want, you have to lose.
12, since love, why not say it? Some things are lost, and now I can't come back!
13, I put down my dignity, personality and stubbornness because I can't let you go.
14, the air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.
15. In this city, be a passing scenery and a passer-by in a hurry, just for one person.
16, hidden in my heart, I don't mean to hide it, but not all the pain can be shouted out.
17, I really love you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself.
18, sometimes, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves.
19, a person wants to find someone to accompany him. A person loses himself. I don't know what to chase.
20. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't insist on.
2 1, I cried for the first time because you weren't there, I laughed for the first time because I met you, and I cried for the first time because I couldn't have you!
22. Sometimes, for love, I quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings.
23. Time will slowly precipitate, and some people will gradually blur in your heart. Learn to let go, your happiness needs to be realized by yourself.
24. In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.
25. Some people meet like meteors. In an instant, generate had an enviable spark, but it was destined to pass in a hurry.
26. Love is not precious until it is divided. Many people don't know how to cherish what they have until they lose it. In fact, what they are most familiar with is the most precious.
27. If you are in love, don't miss the opportunity easily. Reckless, may make you regret for a while; Cowardice may make you regret it all your life.
28. I can feel your heartache. You have unspeakable helplessness, but you show indifference. The more you do this, the more uncomfortable I feel.
29, lovelorn is such a good opportunity to turn over. What is lovelorn? Is to say goodbye to confusion and return to rationality. Quit the net and learn to make progress.
30, the origin of the edge, the edge is thick and light, which is beyond our control. What we can do is to cherish the short time when karma met.
3 1. Life is incomplete without love, and love without pain is not profound. Love enriches life, and pain sublimates love.
32. After breaking up, we can't be friends, because we have hurt each other and we can't be enemies. Because of our deep love for each other, we became the most familiar strangers.
Nothing in the world is eternal. If it flows, it flows away; If it exists, it will dry up; If it grows, it will wither slowly.
34. In fact, I have been waiting for you. When you lean on my shoulder and tell me, will one day, your tenderness belong to me? I won't make you sad and let your tears flow again.
35. Simple parents' simple words only tell us: Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country and leisure can die; A nation forgetting history means betrayal, and forgetting suffering means decline.
If you and I are doomed to have no tomorrow, I won't complain too much. Having a wonderful meeting with you is a comfort to me all my life. I understand that everything in the world comes with fate and goes with it.
37. It's finally time to say goodbye. I feel a little relieved that he left before me. Sooner or later, such sadness will make one of us feel lonely, so let me bear it.
38. We are too close to memories and too far away from freedom. Sometimes I can't forget it, but I just fall in love with memories. A hesitation, a betrayal and an accident are enough to make it wither. Get rid of everything and disappear.
I thought this bird couldn't fly across the sea because it didn't have the courage to fly across the sea. Ten years later, I found that it was not birds that could not fly, but the other side of the sea, without waiting.
40. Love, emotionally, when you want to conquer each other, you have actually been conquered by each other to a certain extent. First, the attraction of the other party to you, and then your desire to conquer the other party.
4 1, I dare not say, because I am timid, because if you refuse, I will never see you again. I would rather love you silently and not let you know until, until you fall into the arms of others.
42, the glory of life, not ordinary, but mediocre! Therefore, think more when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!
43. The situation is changing, the night is heavy, the swords are shadowed, and the traitors betray. Wherever the ship went, the party turned Gan Kun around. After listening to Bayi and Nanchang for a long time, a gunshot shocked Guangyu. Look at the head of the city, the red flag is everywhere. On this happy day, our army was built.
44. I want to ask Tiandi why you left me. I can't stop your betrayal. I can only cry silently. In the days when I am used to not having you, I slowly make up your shadow and find that I still love you deeply.
45. Mo Yan's romantic love is a luxurious dream. Don't say that the future of first love is heartless betrayal. Let's use sincerity to prove that love is a persistent, simple, silly wait, an eternal oath, and we are willing to use it all our lives.
46. A friend will help you when you are most helpless, lonely, sad and unable to make a choice! Believe it or not, my friend will never betray me! They will definitely help me when I am helpless, lonely and sad!
47. If betrayal is a kind of courage, it takes more courage to accept betrayal. The former only needs to be brave enough, or it may just be impulsive, while the latter tests tolerance, not as simple as impulsive, but only takes time.
Talking about childhood, no rebounding, no hypocrisy, no heartache.
1, childhood is a paradise on earth; Childlike heart is the source of happiness. Children's Day is coming, which turns back time and makes the truth absurd. 2. Thank you for the Grimm fairy tale that always accompanied us in childhood.
Childhood is a kingdom without a country.
I miss my childhood. Carefree, no responsibility, no heartbreak, no pain.
I miss my childhood. Carefree, no responsibility, no heartbreak, no harm, no pain.
6. Remember childhood, there will always be people who say that you are great. In childhood, there will always be someone to take care of you, but when you grow up, there will be no one to rely on you.
7, pull the hook ~ say that you will always be sisters together in the future ~ happily lean on the bench belonging to childhood memories.
8. Everyone has his own childhood, which is beautiful. It is like a small river, flowing in our hearts, never drying up, and we will never forget it.
9. You were the candy I couldn't bear to eat when I was a child.
10, sometimes we prefer to believe that a man was too scared, too nervous, too fond of his ex-girlfriend, too sensitive, too busy, too shadowy and too tired when he was a child.
1 1, miss childhood.
12, hook ~ said that we should always be sisters together in the future ~ happily leaning on the bench belonging to childhood memories.
13. Memories can be far away from dullness, which can make the originally dull days betray reality and make a detached flight.
14, Mommy, give me a lost childhood.
15, what you can't afford is childhood, not youth.
16, childhood, when I was closest to the sky, you held me high over your shoulder. Father.
17, do you still remember the fairy tales of Grimm and Andersen that accompanied our childhood?
18, childhood is a dreamy and colorful name, and childhood life is unpredictable and colorful. Some children are happy. In front of my parents and elders, I smiled and said: writing is actually not difficult. I regard writing as the happiness in my life. Writing is like my life. I can't lose writing in my life.
19. Dad is a superman. Don't hit him in time. The closest I was to the sky when I was a child was when you held me high above your shoulders. I won't allow you to grow old like this.
If there is a time machine, I would like to go back to my childhood. Because there is no betrayal, no hypocrisy. Live a carefree life every day.
Antique love story _ love story
First, the debt of acacia, red candle burning, four seasons change, can not express the slightest. The shadow of cuttlefish branches is thin, which blows away last romance, so it is not as good as plum blossom in Leng Yue on a clear night. The world of mortals is like water, tears dye the soul of acacia, and finally you are tired and haggard, with a bandwidth of three inches and thin muscles. In a blink of an eye, it is another pink and green season. Who pity the fine chrysanthemum crushed to dust by the west wind? Carmine, drunk with fine dust, purple hollow overflows the tiny canal, but I wonder if you can still remember the ripples of homesickness. Throughout the room, the bells of the years are ringing season after season. How do you solve these thousands of years of suffering? The strings are broken, the flute is difficult to tune, Ling Hua is fragile, and Zhu Yan remains unchanged. Who can drive? According to a green scroll, the red sea is spread out, which is difficult to describe and draw; Ink dyed a piece of plain silk and fell into a faint pillow, Meng Han; Continue a fragrant tea petal, and Xu Tianya is close at hand. I miss you all my life and will never wake up in tears.
Second, heartbreaking people are in the shadow of the end of the world, and it is difficult to erase their memories. Leng Yue vine, broken dike. Looking at the night, how to cut the chaos? Read! Read! Read! How many days, I have been expecting geese and feathers, and I am most afraid of waking up from a dream and falling on my pillow. Pen and ink, hate and sending. A piece of paper is graceful and graceful, and tears are streaming down her face. Sigh sigh sigh sigh
Third, the morning light is oblique, the window is stained with the glow of the sun, and the moon seems to be absent, interlaced with the shadow of the night. Thinking carefully, I broke a few lines. The night is heavy, the moonlight is like water, the hands are pure and the heart is pure, the mountains and rivers are clear, and I stare at my heart. Heart-to-heart, soft meaning, heartbroken. Tears like beads, splashing a pool of acacia rain!
Fourth, love has been bitter since ancient times. Facing you, it has been bitter since ancient times, like a moth to a fire. Looking at you, my heart ached and my heart was broken for many days. Even if Shushan is diligent, it will pay for you and life. Half a mirror, flying around. Send a share, the world is different. Luo Zhang beauty, tears in the night, flower pillow in the morning. I am most afraid of talking. I'm drunk after three drinks, and I'm always jealous at the thought of my illness. Charming spring breeze, I miss you so sad. Swallow stayed together, ashamed to talk about the nest, envious for no reason. Recall the appointment with Lanting in the old days. New Liu Xiahui, kiss your cheek. The wind is weak, just thinking about flying away. The prodigal son returns. Tears pour down the city, flowers pave the way, and a hundred-year-old daughter-in-law is comfortable. Long song's infatuation, Yang Meng's same temperature, will happen sooner or later in this life.
The moon is soft, tears are like stars, and I miss the sky. Misty rain, a curtain of rain, such as heart-to-heart tightly woven, nasty as a knife. Hold up a clear sky, Yao Si, it hurts to kiss. The silence of the water, every drop is gentle and painful, deeply in my heart, I feel the heart of that string. The incense table is near, the thoughts are far away, the colored pen is redrawn, and the imagination lingers. Fine mist hangs beads, and light smoke drags green. Staring deeply, I feel reluctant to part. The rhyme is long and loud, and I listen with my head down, thinking endlessly. In the dead of night, looking back at the thin shadow, writing acacia, tapping the moon like a hook. Looking at the sky, the water is far away and the mountains are long, the cold smoke is thousands of miles, and the wind is diffuse in the west building. Ask Qing Qing, how sad is heartbreak? My heart is getting old, and my words are still shameful; How much love? Who are you worried about? Wan Li is far away, sighing that there is no Lanzhou in Chunjiang. I am most afraid of flying flowers in my dreams. Haggard and lonely, feeling sorry for others, sighing day and night about being thin!
Six, the old beam, the swallow, the silhouette is graceful, the book is back several times, and the brocade post is full of dreams. Zhuge Diao Lan, Red Candle Flame, Lone Ranger, Oblique Shadow, Agate Cup, who wants to drink? Green platform incense moss around the corridor drunk, Yao Yao thought to fill, who hold the shadow. After the Chinese New Year, I vowed never to come back. I thanked the fireflies in anger, the snow was lonely and sad, I sang my thoughts and sorrows lightly, and the pipa brushed my tears. The fragrant temples are covered with snow, the curtains are long in thousands of feet, the finery dances and flies, the pavilions offer fragrant souls, the butterflies are in pairs, and the tears are dark. One night, Xiao Hua was not beautiful. He wandered alone, grateful for a thousand years, and his poems were old and old. Xiao Jin's blue shirt was left alone and never came back! !
Seven, Cui, Xiao Yueming, dream of painting a bridge boat, who will join hands? After thinking about it for half a lifetime, Luo Dai didn't achieve empathy and love. How drunk was she when she came back? The sound of the piano tells of lovesickness, and the flying catkins make plum clouds with the wind. The fragrance is drunk all over the sky, and sorrow is buried with the string. Acacia has no return, and it is too late to be white. Pulling the strings and heartbroken, Mei Ying reflects the heart. Two warblers are accompanied by Iraqis, and birds are accompanied by fragrance. If there is a guzheng, it is only for Qing.
Eight, wait for a thousand years, I wonder if you wait for me for a thousand years, or I wait for you for a thousand years? Or we have been waiting for each other for thousands of years. I want to ask: Have you ever looked back a thousand years ago? I want to ask: Do you miss it after 1000 years? Looking back on the Millennium, we are destined to meet in the twilight of this life, but the dream is an illusion. A thousand years ago, you were a bird and I was a cloud. After a thousand years, you are running water and I am a fallen flower. Looking back at the fate, today turned into a helpless sadness. In the reincarnation of several generations, after drinking Meng Po Tang and crossing Naihe Bridge, the appearance of this life will never appear again. You will forget my eyebrows, I will forget your face and your soft lips. Looking back on the Millennium, I get a little sadness in this life. You fell on my forehead, which made me laugh very hard from now on. Now, you turn left and I turn right.
Nine, young and frivolous, indulge in youth, intoxicated with the soul, reminisce about the fleeting time, think about the present, look back 500 times in the past life, in exchange for a look back in this life, so, the yearning for the Millennium, the Aika for the Millennium, and the waiting for the Millennium are only for one ending: a hundred years of hard work, a thousand years of training in the pillow. Maybe, when I get old, I will remember my oath: hold your hand and grow old with my son. I will also remember my wish: to win a person's heart and never leave each other.
In this life, I am just a shadow passing by you, but you have stepped into my heart and my dream. The moon is dark, lovesickness is traceless, and the water is weak, but I do it. If possible, would you like me to hold hands with you for a thousand years and let you hold an umbrella for me in the rain lane? If I can, I would like to spend the rest of my life pouring my smile into your pity, dyeing your hair with frost and decorating your face with a ring. A song of the world of mortals leaves the song, but I have no choice but to draw a sad chapter, and suddenly look back, stop-and-go years. Is it worth a lifetime of love? Still like it, I hope you smile brightly; Yes, I like it. Look at your clothes fluttering. See you display your elegant demeanour, infatuate with your heart, but can't extricate yourself. And you, do you know how much I miss you? In this life, if I can have you around, will my heart become barren? How I want to tear up your face, and I will never say goodbye to you all my life. However, you and I are thousands of miles apart, even though I have thousands of loves, I have no chance to meet each other in this life. Silence, tears in my eyes. If the world of mortals dreams, I would like to sleep in my dream for thousands of years and never wake up. I will sing a love song for you, stay together silently, cling to the blue bridge, hold hands under the moon, and commit suicide.
Eleven, jun, this word, in your eyes, can you have a heart? However, reading has given me a soft heart, which has long been chaotic. Jun, if you can, allow me to crouch in Song Xuan, be the rice paper on your stage, and let you paint the inkstone. Jun, if possible, please allow me to blend in with the scenery and be a young beauty in your eyes. Let you enter poetry and painting, let you stroke the strings and rhyme, and let you linger in every way. I, on the other hand, will pour the spring flowers and autumn moons all over the city on you, fearing Hengqin in the forest. Just waiting for your footsteps, on the edge of the city, wading in the porch. Just wait, burn in the depths of your gaze, and remember the 500 rolls of incense filled between your lines. Just wait, use your red candle account, * * * spirits, and spend 500 years on luxury.
12. In retrospect, I remember that the red lettering was exquisite and elegant. The strings are touching and the rhythm is gentle. The agreement of past lives is broken in melodious, and the oath of future generations will always be printed in your heart and mine, even if the soul is helpless. How can we forget that the words of exhortation have warmed our hearts, the love of three generations and the sorrow of a thousand years, but the final result can't escape the Buddha in our hearts after all. Season precipitation, years stranded, prosperity, carrying my sadness. Loneliness, through time and space. A song "Sansheng Stone" leads my misty thoughts to wander, even if it is fate, it doesn't matter whether it is on or off, and it is destined to be engraved on Sansheng Stone; I can't forget that God played tricks on both sides and left two lines of tears on the stone! I just don't know if the love between you and me can really be engraved on the stone.
Thirteen, Qian Shan is faint, the water is boundless, and the dream is gorgeous and colorful. It is all a moment of turning around and looking back, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of fate, and a brush! Engraved in my heart, my heart is surging, my heart is surging, my eyes are graceful, my heart is surging, and my thoughts are planted in my heart. Just for you: hold your hand, grow old with your son, and be willing to win the heart of one person and never give up!
Fourteen, the moonlight is clear. Late frost, forest fog barrier, red wind burial. After half a ray of sadness, do you know that I am heartbroken? Tie a knot in your forehead and heart. It's hard to sleep at night, but when I miss you, I will think of the end of the world. Leaning on the jade dew, looking at the smoke. The world of mortals is still in thousands of feet, so don't worry or be impatient. Talk vaguely as soon as possible and watch the flowers. Three points warm with the sound, seven points melancholy. How can you forget that old promise? Bitter wine turns into intestinal tears, and love is like a tide in the chest. How many years, but safe?
Fifteen, the goose sings, the pipa plays, and there are several sorrows. The moon is near the river, and I hate spray splashing. I miss you very much. I'm tired of shining on Ling Hua. My tears hang in shame and I sigh in vain from Yaotai. Flowers bloom on the other side, making you happy. I want to fly, take risks, break books, comb stars and buckle the moon. The beautiful melody is disturbing at midnight. Drunk cup empty, three companions facing the shadow; Xiang Tai ink, pen angry Iraqi resentment. If you don't regret it, you will get drunk and step on the world of mortals, and your beauty will be tender.
Sixteen, a pool of lake water, sparkling drunk, clouds dragging jade pendant. Shadow, moon and starry sky. The screen is decorated with incense, the smoke is green, and a touch of beauty is blooming. Xiulang, just say the beauty outside the curtain. Who will meet when flowers bloom and clouds fall? A bosom friend is hard to find, and a thousand words are precious. Cold red right, the dream is confusing, I don't care about cold. Show off your hair, just because of the impulse in the curtain. Lonely behavior is cold, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. Hate and the setting sun, the wind did not wake up. It's hard to be quiet, the past is like a dream, and there is a mirror-like pond. Meet several times, a box of plum blossoms.
Seventeen, I still have no regrets, a warm smile, followed the Tang poetry and Song poetry to find you, a little ink is still flying butterflies, dancing all my life charming, singing alone, writing beautiful poems and eternal love songs. Flowers bloom and cherish each other, and flowers fall and remember each other. I just want to tell you that I am standing in your peerless retrospect, and you are in my dream soul waiting for a thousand years. We have never separated, and left our hearts in a pool of lotus ponds with Sanskrit sandalwood, flowing gently, as if singing for thousands of years.
Eighteen, if possible, do not dye the world of mortals, and be silent in your heart. Hand in hand, between heaven and earth, poetic and picturesque, watching the clouds roll and relax, holding your hand and growing old with your son. Who said that the missed love is the flower on the other side in the depths of the world of mortals? I can only write for you across the water. I said that the missed love is a cocoon woven by acacia, a wisp or a thousand wisps, which binds myself and others. It's better to miss each other than to meet each other, but stay in your heart. Who makes love songs in the wind, who messed up his heart? Whose eyes are lost when flowers bloom and fall on the other side? It's just that the dream is empty and it's hard to stay. If there is an afterlife, I just want to meet you in the most beautiful season. Will you marry me when my hair is waist-high?
Nineteen, reunion is rare, and tears are wet. Speak from the sea. Write the world face for flowers. Half-life fate is to be proved. Full moon sends a letter to ChanJuan. You don't envy immortals. I have no intention of saving my pity for time. I look back and stare, only giving brocade articles. Take Xiao Xian, clear the soul and roll the curtain. Hand in hand in this life, wine meets bosom friend, often ask when to meet? The moon rises and sets without sleep. The quiet night is full of emotion.
Literary love story _ love story
First, sometimes I like to be self-enclosed, and I like to be fortified. If I hide in a wall, I will have a quiet, safe and clean, and I can enjoy it myself. But on the other hand, people can't always stay inside, keep company with loneliness, and hope others will come in and see some very precious things in their hearts that others don't know. People are particularly beautiful at this time. This artistic conception that the door of the soul is quietly opened is beautiful.
Second, life is like tea. First, life is bitter. Second, sweet as love; Third, it is as light as a breeze.
Third, sometimes a mistake can easily make others forget all your good things.
Fourth, a little more effort when you are alone can make your love less conditional and more pure.
The opinions of others do not exist directly for us, as long as others' behavior towards us is not influenced and dominated by these opinions, it only exists indirectly. Only when other people's views have an impact on something, so that we are also affected, are these other people's views worth thinking about. Besides, it doesn't matter to us what other people think. -Schopenhauer's The Wisdom of Life
6. There is no standard answer to happiness, and happiness is not just a road.
Seven, send you a reassurance, the composition is eight hearts: treat people sincerely, do things with heart, live with love, be considerate of friends, be agitated and calm, relax when things go wrong, be more careful and be happy forever!
A person's dream is just a dream. Only those who have dreams together can realize their dreams.
Nine, a minute of heart, an hour of love, a day of love. Forget him, but it's a lifetime.
Instead of waiting for others to love you, try to learn to love yourself more.
Eleven, the leaves are gone, is the tree hibernating? My hair is gone. Is my head hibernating Without leaves, spring will grow, and without hair, you will not be so lucky.
12. Recommended reading: Everyone says to love yourself. What is love for yourself?
Thirteen, when is the spring flower and the autumn moon, and how much is the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the ancients could not bear to look back and miss it. Love and righteousness should still exist, just contact and change. Ask if you can smile often, just like a river blessing around you. On World Greeting Day, I greet you, my friend, and wish you happiness.
14. Persistence is perseverance, like the blazing sun; Persistence is the soul, like a group of standing mountains.
Fifteen, don't love the beach shell, sail and hit the stream in the play, it is the wave of the wave that shows you his spirit and shows a kind of courage and fearlessness that thrives in the blood;
Sixteen, the more you want to forget, the more you remember. The more I want to give up, the more reluctant I am. A lot of things are like this. The most painful time in your heart is precisely the time when you love it most and can't let it go. Fierce love will make you do many irrational things, and reason itself is because you don't love enough. When someone is with you, from madness to reason, maybe it is the fading of love.
Seventeen, there is some love, which eventually turns into hate. There is hate, but it is the beginning of love. So love and hate are the same thing. If your mood changes, everything will change. Think about it. In fact, the person you love and the person you hate are sometimes as bad as you. Why do you cling to one and hate the other? The only difference between love and hate is whether you think it is worth it.
I always see the most beautiful scenery in the deepest despair.
Nineteen, falling in love with someone is the beginning of being a bitch. So profound, but hard to say. It turns out that if you really love someone and feel sour in your heart, you will be speechless and sweet-talk, and most of you will tell irrelevant people. There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is to love life after recognizing the truth of life.
Twenty, the past, hurt the scenery. Since ancient times, people here have prospered and rested. Chang 'an is nothing more than this. Its era ended here, and the beginning of another legend always won the attention of the world. Therefore, on the streets of Chang 'an, no one has a white horse and a golden saddle, and no one has brushed away the dust imposed on the ancient capital by time.
Life is an invisible piggy bank, and every effort you make will not be wasted.
Time is a gentle hand hidden in the darkness. When you are in a trance, things will move from one place to another.
Self-digestion of negative emotions, rather than telling people about their loss, resentment and melancholy, is the basic etiquette of adults. No one exists to bear the emotional consumption and negative feelings you bring.
24. I want to narrow my mind with a flashlight, so small that I can't see it anymore. Enlarge your heart with a magnifying glass, big enough to resist all sadness.
Twenty-five, there is no relationship in the world that is not riddled with holes. Every relationship has a reason to exist at the beginning, and it will inevitably end when it ends.
Twenty-six, once asked each other how long they would love each other, maybe they cried when they answered the truth. I don't know what I am clinging to, but I know I have been embarrassing myself. Everyone is willing to do what he likes, but doing what he should do is called growth. I am just a wisp of smoke in the vicissitudes of life, no matter how eye-catching, I can't compare with time; And you, however, are a part of the fate in the world, no matter how lingering, it will not last for thousands of years.
27. Since then, my life has been read by Qian Qian Quege and Qian Qian; A love, a heart, met you in the most beautiful time, and my heart has been deeply infatuated since then.