Love words of heart-to-heart talk.
1. For those who have passed away, everything has been forgotten. But everything has not disappeared, because they are remembered by us. We fondly think of some people, but others don't. A few people are remembered by many people. And some people are just missed by a few people.
If you don't forget, it's just for remembrance and warmth. Then I'd rather do it for only one season in my life and take it away with a smile for a year. Time is still there, and we fly by.
3. Often miss, slowly forget, not every scenery is the only Lu Yu in this life. Fate comes and goes like water, and life is like a traveler, all because of different moods. Cherish this short life sincerely! Don't sigh for the rush of fate, don't struggle for the busyness of life, and don't bother to envy others' so-called happy life.
4. I always stubbornly refuse to forget, sitting by the window and remembering that you ran in front of me, laughing or sad; I don't have the heart to bother you. I have reason to believe that you are a bright spot in my life. If you can't stay, you will rush to the next rain.
Pick up the forgotten memory, write down the past as always, and leave a happy ending for the memory. I once heard a saying, "What really stays in my heart never needs to be remembered, because it will never be forgotten." It may be strange that the memory is too deep and it hurts to stay in my heart, so I learned to forget, but I was wrong. I naively thought that with the passage of time, that memory would be forgotten in my heart and buried in my mind.
6. If loneliness is a long-forgotten river, then loneliness is an amnesia Wang Yang. So, we are just a drop in the ocean. Just like some things, once they are over, they are destined to become stories.
7. Time healed my wound, but it didn't teach me to forget. I looked at the familiar scenes with tears in the place where my feelings disappeared, and slowly retreated into mourning. Everything about your past will eventually be buried, and then the most depressed despair will be opened.
8. Silence does not mean forgetting, and the existence of silence is another kind of inscription; Indifference does not mean indifference, but silence is another blessing; Low-key does not mean retreat, an indisputable mentality is another elegance. Be a mountain, strong but not hard, stable but not heavy, so that the soul has a peaceful belonging; Recuperation is like the sea, no matter ease or sadness, happiness is not enjoyed, bow your head, chuckle and whisper.
9. Uncle Fat left something at the mall. When he went back to get it, the young man in the mall greeted him warmly from a distance. "Uncle, is this your thing?" My uncle was grateful and surprised at the young man's memory. When he got it, he saw a note nailed to it: "Master bucket waist, red nose, chicken nest head."
10. Forgotten things are not really forgotten, they are deeply hidden in our subconscious, and once something similar to deja vu happens, they will wake up again. Ebbinghaus forgetting curve reveals the speed of our forgetting. A memory curve first drops rapidly, and then gradually slows down with the passage of time.
1 1. Some memories, whether indifferent or forgotten, will drift away, the soul will be silent, the time will turn yellow and flow away with the years; Some scenery, whether refused or retained, has long been broken walls, dusty in the depths of the spirit, silent in loneliness and looking back in sadness. There is a weakest place in our hearts, and it hurts even more when we think about it again and again. Only as if nothing had happened, let it fade away in the complexity of interpersonal relationships.
12. Many things have passed, but our mood has not been forgotten. We always inadvertently find that time has left us behind with its never-ending pace. No matter how hard we try, there are very few things in our hands, except those fragmentary past and memories, only helplessness to reality and confusion to the future.
13. Learn to forget some stories in life, and also learn to leave some stories in memory, and give up those unimportant things in life, ordinary relaxation, plain tranquility, simple happiness and relaxed smile. It is best to walk in a simple life.
14. Sometimes it is really difficult to forget because of temporary pain, because the more you want to forget, the clearer you will be, and the more you want to escape, the more painful you will be. My inner resistance is because I still love you, and I don't want to lose those memories that belong to us. When I choose to forget, I always feel inexplicable loneliness. Missing has become a habit, and I don't want to.
On the classic love words
1. Being busy is not an excuse to forget happiness. Enjoy it, and you don't need any grandiose reasons. Stop in a hurry and feel the tenderness of a wisp of wind quietly. There is always a scenery between the low eyebrow and the first chin, which softens the heart. There is always a faint charm, intoxicated on the way home.
No matter how I forget and escape, it's just a dream, which makes everything a luxury. I can't forget every moment of falling in love with you. Every picture, including those warm hugs, has become my achilles heel. As long as I think about it, my heart will be broken in an instant, a little tangled, and I can't shake my yearning for separation. I can only hide in the corner and criticize those sorrows alone.
3. Forgetting is not a cruel thing; Giving up is not a ruthlessness.
There are too many disappointments in life, which eventually turn into forgetfulness. If you are clear-headed, you will understand your actions, and if you understand your feelings in your heart, you will have desires without persistence, you will have desires without persistence, and you will live comfortably. People who are prepared for danger in times of peace have a peaceful heart, bluer clouds and more secluded boats.
5. Keep forgetting, and life will be easier. I always thought that what I couldn't get through was far away after all. I always thought that I couldn't forget it, but I couldn't remember it after all. What I always thought could not be healed will no longer hurt, and what I have been waiting for will be put down.
6. On Moge Festival, acacia doesn't cry, not sad, only sad. A wisp of heartache, half-life, close at hand, unforgettable, how to think. Drinking also hurts, but it is very sad, the most affectionate, but not satisfied. The Iraqi figure is hazy and can't hold it. Before, it was gentle. When it is not finished, it is over.
7. The origin of fate will eventually return to peace. The curtain is full of pink, and the fingertips have slipped. In the Spring and Autumn Period, the haze and lingering splash of ink on both sides of the Yangtze River became a sad place in the eyes. Bright Moon Building, full of wind and rain, a forgotten chapter in the Jianghu, where to tell * * * to know each other? Pour over the world in China, laughing and folding fans, and pass away in a hurry. How can you wait? Shui Mei only played a love song for Iraqis!
8. Flip through your watery worries, let go of your tenderness, twist acacia into fragrant pen and ink you prepared, which is poetic and fragrant as fragrant tea, gently pour it at your fingertips, savor it carefully, and this beautiful freehand brushwork picks up acacia, gives it to you from afar, spreads it all over your body, and slowly diffuses in the colorful night, allowing you to miss it gently and shallowly in the deserted night.
9. In spring, there is no heat in summer, no coldness in autumn and no coldness in winter. And spring is a spring full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.
10. Clear autumn is getting farther and farther, and winter is coming. Listening to the murmur of red leaves and the murmur of flowing water, watching the clouds light and the wind light, the leaves take root indifferently, realizing the past and the coming, the hope of life or death is slim, far or near, or back or go, you are silent, and he is speechless. No matter the morning fog, no matter the sunshine, as long as the dream is there, my heart is there, and I will stumble all the way, just for the warmth in my heart.
1 1. Spring is beautiful, the heart is quiet and the flowers are fragrant. Holding a pink kiss, smelling a fragrant breath, warm and tender, sprouting with vegetation. Looking back on the past fragments, I remember them vividly and my feelings are scattered all over the place. Thoughts overflow slightly, having fun with the years; Leaning against a window in Chun Qing, watching the drizzle, the warmth in my heart passes through the curtain of the wind and falls into the chapter of spring. Fold a spring gently and draw a warm picture, burning and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.
Speaking of heart-warming love words.
1. The world of mortals, whose waiting has fallen. I have been waiting under the Millennium tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I used to burn incense under bodhi, just waiting for a lifetime meeting. The world of mortals, after all, is a lonely flower, remembering whose tears have fallen in the years. The past is like smoke, I don't know who left who's lovesickness, like the memory of a dream, I don't know who left who, etc. Say goodbye to you, don't ask the geometry of pain!
2. I have seen some people before I know the experience; I didn't know wealth until I read some books; Knowing that happiness takes a lifetime. Have more happiness, less troubles, sleep when you are tired, laugh when you wake up, how is life, and put your own seasoning. Life is a river, but it flows to two places: the turbid water flows to the bitter world, and the clear water flows to the Buddha Sea. Worry is turbid water, peace of mind is clear water.
3. The words "misty rain" overlap and write the story of acacia. When will you meet your lover tonight? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't teach Acacia to pay the price. Brewing peach blossom wine, a peach blossom dream in the Peach Blossom Garden, peach blossoms seek good dreams, dreams are fragrant, tears touch the sky, and I am willing to chase you and follow you everywhere. Butterfly dances all over the world, happiness leads to prosperity, and youth dreams back to youth.
If the years are not old, I don't want to show it to people with sadness in a clear attitude. Whenever the carnival rings, I always read the curtain call, which is incomplete. If the years are not old, I don't want to wait for the annual rings to roll up. I won't let friendship and love slip away by me in the name of vicissitudes, but I will spend my whole life writing songs for love and composing music for love with the warmest words.
5. Drop it gently and melt it bit by bit. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache. Flowers are endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, the flowers fell and you resigned. At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow wet the clothes with tears.
6. Summer lotus is fragrant. Leaning against the porch window, watching the clouds roll and relax. That's your eyebrows, as beautiful as daisies and as warm as your face. Unconsciously broke into the eyebrows. Lotus in summer, the cool taste precipitated the glitz of missing. Met, but never met again. Now, here you are. Give you a blank sheet of paper to remind you of the ends of the earth. Lying on your back on the picturesque green hills, I count the fleeting years left in your life for you.
7. A faint scent of pure alcohol, a faint fragrance gently shaken by a leaf. At night, when the broken rain lightly steps on the cold window, I unload my noisy mood, make a pot of green tea and drink with the lamp. Under the porch window, the cool wind caught the rain. In the humble room, the dark orange light is yellow and warm. Sit by the window, brush books and read. If the ink is deep for a long time, it is as intoxicating as a cup of tea
8. There is a heartbeat, called heartbeat; There is a kind of happiness, called be elated; There is a tacit understanding, absent-minded; There is a feeling that the heart is connected; There is a * * * sound called soul mate; There is a kind of missing, called missing; There is a kind of gaze called infatuation; There is a kind of beauty, called knowing each other and being together; There is a kind of love, called growing old together; There is a kind of happiness, accompanied by you.
9. Cordyceps sinensis, acacia wine, a dream in the late Qing Dynasty; Look at the present, drunk last night, but watch the beauty smile. A few affectionate, all troubled, all empty and melancholy; Worried about rising, laughing in the pool, drinking on the moon. Sigh tonight, meet after a long separation, the world is hard to break; For nine days, the clouds were moving and cold and empty. Flying sand and walking stones, dew condensation, birds singing in the morning; Loose and energetic, feeling like the world, laughing and provoking the world of mortals.
10. In the illusory dream of light and shadow, in the depths of the world of mortals, there is always a vague figure that appears in front of you again and again, but with hazy white light and overlooking eyes. Deep and shallow people, hiding behind the clouds, are fluttering, like a butterfly in white, dancing with the melody of the wind.
1 1. Slowly, the long night came, holding long thoughts and keeping lingering sadness. Under the dim light, the woman with long sleeves and dancing stood in the wind in the middle of the night, smiling and full of water, blooming all the beauty of this life, tying her heart into a pair of silk and a thousand knots.
12. Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is hard to compensate. Seeing each other and getting drunk late is the leading edge, and the wind and rain are shaky. Why sentimental, why spoony. If flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago. Affection is strong, love is strong, how do you know that HongLing is wrong and the road is different? There are joys and sorrows, and there are joys and sorrows. Only by stepping through the snow in Xun Mei can we stop and look back at the past at the end of the day. It's better to forget each other than to be in the Jianghu!
13. I like to write some words about the world of mortals and sadness, but everything has nothing to do with romance. Perhaps the sadness hidden in my bones has become wanton with the exile of the night. In all the loneliness, the silent mood arranges the past years and outlines the smoke with an ethereal level. Time flies, I just want to let it go and wait for a beautiful ending.
14. One flower and one leaf love, one thought and one realization, the heart is in thinking, and thinking has lived in spring. Affectionate stamens reveal the charming capacity of * * *, and the fragrance is reserved for spring. Falling flowers hurt the body. In picturesque spring, the mood is moist, the flowers are blooming, and the passing flowers are beautiful in an instant. Once I passed by, I looked back shallowly, still romantic as spring, and the poems of the years are printed with deep footsteps.
15. Listen to an old song, taste a cup of fragrant tea, watch a spring rain and think about a feeling. Love songs of the world of mortals, not every capital is worth remembering, nor is it worth loving. Tonight, the wind is clear. I will play a solo for you. Although the world is far away, my heart is mysterious. People in the Cape, have you stayed up all night listening to the silent poetry of flowers?
16. To be together, it is difficult to face each other, and everyone is very sad. Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. I traveled in Qian Shan, waded through thousands of waters, and cried two lines on my way to lovesickness. Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity. Looking at the sky and sighing at the bright moon, I am lonely and melancholy. Strong wine, ecstasy, shirt light sleeve dance. Thinking of autumn water and thinking of Iraqis is close at hand, and it is close to Yuanyang. The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
17. The flowers on the other side are beautiful and sad. Everyone, in this life, will always miss many people. Miss love, miss friendship, miss meeting. Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers, life is wrong. However, it is not necessarily sad. How could I fall in love with you if we never met? How can I have so many regrets if I have never met? A flower and a world, a tree and a bodhi. Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls.
18. I love dying in a fleeting time, and flowers are blooming everywhere. I feel lonely. I hide my heart in a flower, and the fragrance of love is rich. I miss you through a flower, not for the fragrance of flowers, but for knowing my feelings, lingering in my ears, whispering my soft thoughts, filling my mind with love, my left hand is gentle, my right hand is romantic, and the years are warm.
19. Everyone who doesn't know love will meet someone who knows love. Then go through a heartbreaking love, and then part. Later, people who don't understand love gradually understand. Know how to love, but dare not love again; No matter how many people you love, no matter how painful and happy you love, in the end, you have not learned how to love, but how to love yourself.
20. If all encounters are a kind of fate, then meeting you in the fleeting time is the flower that never fades in my life and the warmth of my spring. Meeting, stopping and caring are enough to make my soft heart happy. Quietly waiting for a kind of knowledge, silently cherishing a kind of knowledge. A dull day, smiling, waiting lightly.
In this issue of 265438+, the spring water is long, the bank is full of willows, and the beauty and simplicity in my heart have set off a strange green time. The girl in white who likes chasing the wind has gone through the innocent years. A little snowflake in her brow, a little glance and a cool smile have gently embraced cool thin in the four seasons.
22. Peach blossoms and willow leaves, faint sorrow, faint sorrow, where is the end. Flowers fell last night, where are people going now? I don't know where the flowers have gone. Where they have gone belongs to everyone. When I think about it, the flowers are swaying and charming, and I don't know the tears on my face. A sigh of life geometry? Again, where did love go? In the half moon, the clouds are stained with ink, and a touch of acacia is tender.
23. The years are young and the feelings are deep. Like a shadow accompanied by warmth, indulging in the cold season, the season changes, just today, it is the Ming Dynasty. Don't have a taste, either happy or sad, right and wrong are clear. Write all your love on paper and bury it in words. Looking forward to breaking ground and sprouting one day, isn't it? Will it grow a warm place and give life a ray of bright sunshine?
24. The brocade skirt is fluttering, the piano is whispering, and acacia is overflowing. Not in such a season to escape from lovesickness, Su Jian was paid attention to and wrote down his lovesickness and his greatest wish in this life. When the hair is slightly frosty, your past and mine will be the strongest ink in this picture of life. Autumn is strong, the private parts are heartbroken, and a few touches of acacia are endless. The flowers are shallow, the feelings are infinite, and the drunken Haitang looks like a face.
26. The residual fragrance is half candle, and the ashes are exhausted. Half a lantern is cold in front of the window. Cold dreams and wet rain, and the night is half cold. Cold, feeling speechless. Tears fell on Tsing Yi, and the flower stand was wet. Trouble is accompanied by cassock, and confusion is added. The hedge falls on the eyes and face, and the heart is cold. The soul is broken, and there are three thousand waters. How happy was the dance? Driving to Han Xuan, who will order ink? How many people are there?
27. Look, the abyss, flies away, tears fall like rain, half-life is prosperous, half-life is cool, looking forward to worship, next to the broken edge of the battlefield, half a green lamp, egrets in pairs, eyes still, but not the smile of the past, like snow, smelling the nightingale solo under the moon, the sound of Xiao Sheng hooves, leaving to illuminate the branches and leaves of the phoenix tree, the moonlight is eternal.
28. At the beginning of the curtain, the first quarter moon is like a hook. I keep thinking about cutting, and the reason is still chaotic. Sorrow is already cold in the autumn wind. The leaves have fallen, the autumn wind is cool, and the fragments of memory have not left the branches, just like you never left in your heart, but this sadness has imprisoned my expectations for many years and left me alone in the world.
29. Forgive, but don't forget. Innocent, chivalrous to friends. Be happy, cheerful, tough and warm. This has nothing to do with personality. I hope I can wait for you, love you and wait for you in the next cycle of my life. A season of flowers, meet love, is complete. Looking back once and meeting you is happiness.
30. If you don't miss me hard, how can you know it's a long road and a long quiet night? If you don't miss the person at your bedside, how can you know as if you are in a flood, and your feelings are as beautiful as your family. Let me bloom your love in my life, and I will bloom with you. Give a pink lower case with your butterfly wings in the blue of mountains and seas, soft and long thoughts, and ignite the flame of April acacia.