First, raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your lover! It's a good thing that I was born with a girlfriend, but I'm not sure if she'll come back to me!
Third, the night is coming, I will finally leave, listening to the song of his send-off, far away in the sound of the child's sculling. Although the past still exists, it is not dead, but our joy is gone, the intersection between us also quietly far away ......
Fourth, the sun rises and dusk, the flowers are blossoming, met, departed, remembered, and forgotten turn around in the cold spring season, the news of the failure came, he was as immersed in ice water, his heart completely cold. The news of the failure came, as he was immersed in ice water, his heart was completely cold.
V. Departure , so that things become simple, people become kind, like a child, we start again. Guo Jingming
Six, the setting sun, traveling people are gradually leaving, my mother and I reluctantly left the sea, when we turned back to look at the sea, the setting sun has been the sea illuminated colorful, the sea to see the sunset that is not a taste. Enthusiastic waves are still beating the silent coast, as if in a desperate attempt to retain the people who love the sea ......
seven, the grass in the field are withered, apparently they do not want to leave so, still pieces of pieces of standing, swaying in the wind. They put their roots deep into the soil, and then use the power of the winter to nurture a new life, we can imagine, that is the need for a kind of courage and tenacity ah.
Eight, think about the beauty of life, the trouble is easy to leave; think of success, life's frustration will not matter; think of friends and relatives, the heart of the power will rise; think of ideal, the steps forward will be more resolute; remember the heroes, the courage to overcome the difficulties will surge; remember the motherland, the work of the enthusiasm will be multiplied.
Nine, one after another, the departure of the lovely polar bears, reminding us, not only to care about our surrounding environment of plants and animals, but also the need to consider the entire planet's ecological environment, let us start from the side!
Ten, I appreciate you. I would like to be a jasmine-like woman: honor and disgrace. Jasmine, I envy you. Although you are so plain, but in their own life, to show themselves to the fullest, to bring people a fragrant silhouette, do not leave a trace of regret to leave .
eleven, a breeze blew, snow-white petals such as rain like tears, bleak and sad floated down, as if the fairy scattered flowers. Its departure , is the tree does not retain, or the wind's cruelty just like this, full of cherry blossom spirit, spared no effort to open, open, until the summer, it slowly withered.
XII, see through the dust to see through the love, will not be hurt by love again. If there is love in the sky, it is because of the love guide. I'm not sad or hurt, not pain, not leaving, not letting go. The sadness and sadness of love leaving, happy love to come. If you wait for love to come back, reincarnation of the next life.
Thirteen, I remember once, a friend came to my house to play with me. She just entered my door, was attracted by a scent, she hastened to follow the scent to the release of the tempting aroma of the moon flowers, smelled again and again, and finally still reluctant to leave.
XIV, gradually ebb tide, the sea returned to calm, in the sunset under the light of the sea so soft, the sea gives people so quiet, return to the ship broke the water forward, white gulls circling, pedestrians are also gradually away ......
XV, tulips, you noble, elegant, lively, naughty, graceful bloom, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see, you can see. The tulips, you noble, elegant, lively, naughty, graceful blooming, as if the fairyland on earth, bring us unlimited beauty, I like you, love you more. I love you, I love you more. You hold my hand with that dream hand, let me linger in the sea of flowers, can not bear to leave for a long time.
sixteen, counting the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful in May, April rain to wash the May sky transparent, the sky without dust, blue, sentimental April away and let me love the May heat, thin red fat green mountains and rivers, just to the point of the essence of the wonderful place.
XVII, leaves, your landscape to weave a wish for us. The arrival of the breeze, the departure of your figure, is the crystallization of your life.
xviii, a wisp of white clouds like a light veil, by the morning wind Ran sent, from the tip of a pine forest, to the head of the flute girl stopped, seems to be low back to stay, can not bear to leave; after a while, suddenly scattered, floating up, dissolved into the deep and blue sky.
nineteen, a wisp of white clouds, like a light veil, by the morning wind slowly blowing to send, from the top of a pine forest floating, to the head of the girl playing the flute stopped, seems to be low back to stay in love with, can not bear to leave; after a while, I do not know why, and suddenly dispersed, floating up, dissolved into the deep and blue sky.
XX, the setting sun slowly sank, it seems to be afraid to evoke our infinite sadness, and chose to leave quietly. But this is only a short separation, tomorrow morning it will come back, will be another way back to our side.
Twenty-one, the peach blossom does not want to moon season spring, summer and fall will be fragrant and colorful, once the end of spring, she will wither. But the peach blossom does not regret, because she left after, will let a lovely little peach hanging in the branches. She took away the flowers for people to enjoy, but left behind a piece of someone's fruit.
Twenty-two, the autumn sun, flashing mercury color, grass creeping in the green leaves, a kind of intoxication and clear warmth around you refused to leave, the red stars, maple leaves whispering in the autumn, the sun shines through the forest on the ground, let a person yearn for it, it is very beautiful.
Twenty-three, in the place where I live surrounded by a small mountain. Every time the sun goes down, I will always rely on the window to watch the sunset, looking at the sunset little by little by the hill swallowed and she did not have any reluctance to not have any complaints just an inch by inch down the hill as if a dying old man on the children's last nagging. In the blink of an eye, the sun is gone, and like the old man on the children's labor after a lifetime of relief, smiled and left.
Twenty-four, in love with the fall, but can not have her to forever, always come, and every time to leave without saying goodbye. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
Twenty-five, the month, will soon abandon us, this hot summer will also be in the gradual departure of August gradually fade out its original hot body temperature, and we will also carry their own bags, embarked on a journey.
Twenty-six, you have a pair of loving eyes no matter in the cold winter morning, or in the unaccompanied summer night, your eyes are always concerned about looking at the children, but the children do not read your eyes, you use words to maintain your consistent care, the children have breathless scanning you, turned away You still use loving eyes to interpret their own care, the children's eyes blurred at the moment.
Twenty-seven, roses, with a full of blood and passion. This is the rose, born in the truth, in the truth in the departure, but never forget the grace of the rose, pay their own to render others rose, worthy of my eternal love it rose!
Twenty-eight, in spring, the branches of the ginkgo tree quietly sprouted buds, and soon the buds grew into young leaves, the breeze blew, like a little girl shaking the earrings. The spring girl quietly away , the ginkgo tree is full of beans on the green fruit.
Twenty-nine, affection, the eternal topic of mankind. The most beautiful emotion on earth is affection. Affection is an ancient vine, carrying the years of attachment. Time can make people lose everything, but affection is cut off. Even if one day, the relatives left, but their love will always remain in the deepest soul of the children.
Thirty, my favorite animal is a small goldfish, because they are very lively and lovely, every time I pass the stall selling small goldfish, I have to stop there for a long time unwilling to leave. Mom could not help my repeated begging, finally agreed to buy me two small goldfish, I carefully bring them home, because I promise my mother will feed them well.
Thirty-one, the night fell, the residents along the green stone paved avenue to go home, Riverside Park and gradually returned to the quiet, looking back at the swaying trees, lights flashing, Riverside Park is like a sentimental girl, is watching every one of the citizens to play with affection, teasing you do not want to leave.
Thirty-two, the sound of the wind on the other side of the river is far away, those who have passed away like fine water around the finger, flowing into the vast ocean of time. Good times are always fleeting, in the blink of an eye, the winter vacation has quietly away, the new semester will begin. Now remember the dreamlike winter vacation life, only the ear that piece of the sound of the waves for a long time rippling, clear still.
Thirty-three, a wisp of white clouds like gauze, by the morning wind slowly blowing sent from the tip of a pine forest floated to the head of the flute player girl stopped, seems to be low back to stay in love with, can not bear to leave; after a while, suddenly dispersed, floating up. The sky is so deep and basket.
Thirty-four, pedestrians see the beggar on the ground have been disgusted to avoid the opening, there are individual goodwill to throw a nickel a dollar coins in the beggar's body, and then quickly leave .
Thirty-five, the sun came out, brilliant sunshine in the white and broad sandy beaches, the sea is up and down, coconut trees to the wind shaking drag, the air is naturally fresh. I was reluctant to leave for a long time, so beautiful Beihai let people forget to return. Welcome to the beautiful Beihai Silver Beach to come, enjoy the sun, embrace the sea, walking Silver Beach!
Thirty-six, winter slowly away, spring quietly come.
Thirty-seven, summer rain is exactly the opposite of spring, always in a hurry, he likes to come without warning, and like to leave quietly, to come when the rush of storms, from time to time to call to the wind, call to the thunder and lightning. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.
Thirty-eight, the rain fell more and more big, the eaves splashed a layer of rain mist, from a distance, as if the waterfall of Huaguo Mountain Waterfall Cave it! Raindrops from the eaves of the naughty jump to the road, the rain hit the trees, some of the leaves were mercilessly knocked down, some were blown to the east and west, and some of them cling to the branches, do not want to leave ......
Thirty-nine, the plum blossom opened, opened in the cold wind. Whenever winter, everything is dry, plum blossom is still alone and proudly open. In the spring, everything is revived, but the plum blossom is alone Departure , will it be that it opens the door of spring.
Forty, I am in the youth of the years should not go to remember the past, especially that has long been away and distant teenage years, but I can not not go to remember, that feeling may not be possible to reproduce, that mood may not be there again.
Forty-one, when you were born, you cried, and all smiled; when you left, you smiled, and all cried.
Forty-two, winter has just left, the apricot tree branches are decorated with clusters of apricot flowers. Pink flowers have five petals, a cluster of yellow stamens in the middle, exuding a fragrant fragrance, attracting countless bees fluttering in the bushes. The air is fresh in the morning, and when you walk under the apricot tree, a burst of fragrance hits your nose.
Forty-three, August, destined to be the days of sadness, but slowly fade away to come, packing, but also picked up the mood, along with once packed together. Then, turn around and smile, turn around and then leave ......
Forty-four, sunrise and sunset, the flowers are blooming, met, left, remembered, forgotten turn around and pass in the spring cold season.
Forty-five, when your heart really hurts, tears are about to flow down, then quickly look up, this once belonged to our sky, if the sky is still so broad, the cloud is still so dashing, that should not cry, because my departure, and did not take away your world.
Forty-six, Fang just barely nodded self-image, lightly rolled up the poem, beckoned to call the small Si checkout, whisked on the shirt and does not exist, turned around and left, opened an oil-paper umbrella, pursed lips, nostalgia like a glance at the direction of the disappearance of the good people, the opposite direction to leave, the steps stumbled.
Forty-seven, we are like a needle on the surface, constantly turning, one side turning, one side looking at the time hurriedly away, but can not do anything about it.
Forty-nine, but, on the contrary, you want to leave, you want to go away, you want to leave me alone. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. But I can't move you anymore.
Fifty, that is the pear flower, that is the alabaster pear flower, no enchanting face, no graceful posture, but there is a breeze, from the Tang poetry to our hearts. I can't bear to look at it and look back at it with a thousand sorrows. I'm afraid that the pear blossoms are all over my head, and I can't get rid of all the sadness in my heart.
51, and I entered this world with the people, how many of them have already left. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do about it.
Fifty-three: If we were to pile up everyone's misfortunes in a heap and divide them equally, most people would willingly accept a share and leave happily. Socrates
Fifty-four, the passage of time, many past events have faded. But in the river of history, there is a star always shining, that is affection. Time can make people lose everything, but affection is cut off. Even if one day, the relatives left, but their love will always remain in the deepest part of the children's soul.
Fifty-five, if I have a pair of wings, I will fly in the blue sky, lush forests, emerald hillsides, curved rivers, from the corner of my eye swept, all the trouble will be with the wind away.
Fifty-six, the long river of years quietly flowing, the clouds are light. If life has deceived you, the fruit of love encountered pests, and you insisted on refusing to turn back, let me use the three life fireworks, in exchange for your world of confusion, and so you finally awake, I am still beside you, never leave.
Fifty-seven, the departure of the leaves, not because of the pursuit of the wind, not related to the tree does not retain, is to liberate the freedom, the freedom of the heart.
Fifty-eight, cold stars rise abruptly, black birds migrate away.
Fifty-nine, learn to give up, let the sadness with the wind, only happy to follow; learn to give up, in tears before turning away, leaving a simple back; learn to give up, will be buried in the heart of yesterday, leaving the most beautiful memories.
60, looking around, a white so that people can not bear to leave, white so that people can not bear to touch, for fear of defiling the pure and clean spirit. The distant pear blossoms such as hazy clouds floating around the front, fused in the blue sky, just like a lotus flower in the turquoise ripples floating between, delicate and wonderful.
Sixty-one, if we put everyone's misfortunes in a heap to be shared equally by everyone, most people are willing to accept a share, happy to leave. Socrates
Sixty-two, give me a fulcrum, let me re- pry your heart good? But what makes me sad is that until you leave, you never give me this pivot point.
Sixty-three, the history of the departure, sometimes also very sentimental. It tends to inject all of their lives into the details of a left behind. The details are often more attractive than the whole. If you are also sentimental, you will be touched by the rare details, from which to imagine that it is the original vivid life as a whole.
Sixty-four: At dawn I heard a clamor, a crowd of departing people; they had loved me and forgotten me; space, time, and Borges had abandoned me.
Sixty-five, enjoy the short time, there is no harbor, there is no shore, the years fly by, we will be gone!
Sixty-six, the fall has not yet left, the cold winter but can not wait to come. It also brought the cold rain, people are frozen in the cold, feel not moral a trace of warmth, so that people's hearts are anesthetized.
Sixty-seven, love is a feeling, this feeling in, the world is so beautiful, landscape know the happiness of the heart, when this feeling After the departure, there is only pain.
Sixty-eight, Haizi's ideal life is just "facing the sea, flowers bloom in spring." The last thing he did was to be treated as a madman and left alone, taking all his ideals with him to the grave.
sixty-nine, the summer rain is exactly the opposite of spring, always in a hurry, he likes to come without warning, but also like to leave quietly, come when the rush of violence, from time to time to call to the storm, call to the thunder and lightning. The first thing I'd like to do is to get out of the way and get out of the way.
Seventy, one day, you will be grateful for his departure, is his departure to you to make room for happiness.
Seventy-one, looking at the back of his father's departure, he was a little frustrated.
seventy-two, roses quietly bloom, violets quietly thank. Also the quiet spread of grass, a hint of submerged and depressing, but tasteful. I am silent, no longer Departure .
Seventy-three, when you meet the true love of the people, you have to strive to cherish the opportunity to be with him for a lifetime, because when he left, everything is too late.
Seventy-four, the cruel reality, once and for all tore my passion, I am a clumsy dancer, alone in their own world, everything began to leave, and finally left me alone leaning against the corner, holding the silk, powerless eyes no longer longing to breathe the breath of social filth, alone in this world.
Seventy-five, your departure as a silk thread, through me. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
seventy-six, happy days we can not forget those in the natural disaster away from the compatriots, distant Wenchuan and Zhouqu is always the pain in our hearts. We can't forget those who sacrificed their lives for the country, without their payment, there is no happy life for us today.
seventy-seven, who want to make youth forever, can not bear the youth away; watching the youth pass, the heart will surge up endless sorrow and regret; the loss of youth is people will always feel sad; the loss of youth is people really feel mixed feelings; even if the miracle of the recovery of youth, who will not be willing to redo the years of youth.
seventy-eight, never knew that one day I would meet you, whether you know one day you will leave me. Your story is written to your departure , my story from now on blank terrible. The sad thing is that when I meet other women, I only care about her body has your shadow.
seventy-nine, love comes, cherish, love goes, turn around and leave!
Eighty, I understand your sadness, but we will always have someone in the next station away, so I choose more time speechless, because we are just passing through.
81, when your heart really hurts, tears are about to flow down, then quickly look up and see, this once belonged to our sky; when the day is still so vast, the clouds are still so dashing, then should not cry, because my departure, and did not take away your world.
Eighty-two, no withered tears, and no regrets, away from the people simply do not know that is about to be a farewell. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to see what you're doing and what you're doing. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that's why you need to be able to do it. After the day is over, will we see each other tomorrow? Tomorrow, perhaps the end of the world.
Eighty-three, pain, helplessness, is not also because of the passing of winter, the advent of spring and melted away. The beating heart is also more energetic. The wildflowers on the mountain are blooming, blooming brilliantly, smell it? They seem to be blooming for spring. Because of the departure of winter and bloomed, and bloomed brilliantly.
Eighty-four, when the cicadas cut through the tranquility of summer, waving? The footsteps have been quietly found, when the train of time to leave us far away, when everything is about to become the most beautiful scenery of youth, we know how to remember, we know how to cherish.
Eighty-five, immortal in the light of day, who is the song of the tears of the lonely? And who is in front of the house planted willow, red beans boiled wine, even caused a season of lovesickness? I only wish that this season, the flowers have not been lost, the rain has not disappeared, you have not left.
Eighty-six, the sun left early, leaving only the dark night. At the advent of this night, the rain continued, just in this pouring rain environment, I feel the warmth of the father's love.
Eighty-seven, originally a person's lonely is not lonely, miss a long time away from the person, is really lonely.
Eighty-eight, looking back at the past, I have all the helplessness, looking to the future, the future is always very slim. The roses are quietly blooming and the violets are quietly thankful. Also the quiet spread of grass, a hint of submerged and depressing, but taste. I am silent, no longer leave.
Eighty-nine, regardless of the time away from ten years or twenty years, whether you have been wearing a small red flower or full of mud ... Dear overage children, I wish you a happy June 1st! May you always harbor an innocent child's heart and live happily!
ninety, like the quiet elegance of home, like the warmth of home, like home really. If you can, only willing to do a home small women, the morning, sent loved ones away, sent children to school; night, smile to welcome the return of loved ones, smile to welcome the return of the child. Such days, although plain, but do not lose a warm.
ninety-one, youth is held in the hands of the fine sand, unknowingly has been leaking; youth is a meteor in the sky, although the beautiful but instantly passed away; youth is happy to leave a burst of aroma, want to cherish it has been away.
ninety-two, volunteers, but is a slave to memory, always have a beginning but not an end, a tiger's head, a snake's tail, like unripe fruit densely covered with treetops, once the red rot will be away from the branches. Shakespeare
ninety-three, can not stay together for life love, but is a person in the long-distance journey, come and go in a hurry, no matter how long stay, always have to leave to sit on another plane.
Ninety-four, with the bustling traffic, the flow of people, to the school entrance, in addition to a steady stream of students and the door stood a few students on duty and teachers on duty, this early was half of the territory occupied by the parents: there are driving, there are riding a motorized car, there are a number of parents of the lower grades stretched out to the campus side of the long neck to see their own children into the children's figure until the children's body disappeared in front of the classroom door before they were reluctant to leave. The only way to do this is to leave.
Ninety-five, March before the excitement of throwing money, March after the frustration to draw away from the front foot on the gas, the back foot on the brakes, business oscillation, the fall of the Ying colorful ...... investor's common problems, the main reason is the deepening of the industrial investment and the complexity of the competition of the enterprise is not enough to estimate.
ninety-six, we saw the vast Red Army team across the pontoon bridge, climbed the opposite bank of the mountain, until disappeared in the clouds beyond the sky, send off the crowd or long unwilling to leave.
ninety-seven, think of you, no matter how the memory of how staggered iteration, there is always you in my heart brewing into a inseparable marks! I timidly dragged up that seemingly dark and clear profound shadow, obsessed with refused to leave, the clouds scattered, the wind is tired, the heart moved.
Ninety-eight, before the dawn of the end of the story, as if everything has not yet begun. The short bloom of a smile, and then left, although pale, but is truly dedicated to the people who guard the night waiting for it.
99, try to forget, but how can I just like this away.
One hundred, away , let things become simple, people become kind, like a child, we start again. Words and feelings will always be separated.
One hundred and one, authorities say the man may have been distracted by his wife's departure and did the deed.
One hundred and two, once the sweetness is so precious, embracing the embrace still have a slight aftertaste, the departure of you are no longer with me to share the same taste, let love flowers wither, you will no longer give the slightest comfort!
103, learn to let go, after all, does not belong to their own, the go will still leave, learn in the process of gradual growth.
104, the most glorious day of one's life, is not the day of success, but from the lament and despair of the challenge of life, to bravely step towards the will of the day. We also take this Flaubert's famous words to send off the French team, hope that the French team to regain the courage, revitalize the glory!
One hundred and five, see her departure figure, a kind of disappointment hit my heart.
One hundred and six, the moment you left, the moment you disappeared, the mixture of yellow and green is the bitterness of green apple.
One hundred and seven, human life, come and go in a hurry. We are born in the laughter of loved ones, and in the sadness of loved ones crying away. We can't decide whether to live or die, but we should be happy that we have this life.
One hundred and eighty-eight, if my participation, will only lead to more entanglements, I will choose to leave without hesitation.
One hundred and ninety-nine, in the heart with a sharp knife carved out of the appearance of memory, the appearance of memory is so beautiful, beautiful to me can not bear to leave, beautiful to me to forget their own past lives, beautiful to the next life, beautiful to almost forget the interval of space and time.
One hundred and ten, my spring in your eyes, my winter in the days of your departure, my summer in your smile, my fall is you.
One hundred and eleven, however, when you leave, through a small gap and leave, suddenly there is a real bright light into our stage: the most real green in all the green, the real forest, the sun.
One hundred and twenty-two, the child has not been aware of the hard work of the parents, until the parents left the time, only to regret.
One hundred and thirteen, love, by trust, understanding, tolerance, tacit understanding of the pile up, less a little, love will lose the original flavor, mutual suspicion will only accelerate the love of the departure. The first thing that you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you're doing and what you're doing!
One hundred and fourteen, every year, the winter always have to wear their own snow-white dress out to show off a bit, until the spring is reluctant to leave.
One hundred and fifteen, human life, come and go in a hurry. We were born in the laughter of our loved ones, and left in the sadness and tears of our loved ones. We can not decide their own life and death, but we should be happy to have this life. 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 first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
One hundred and seventeen, I was heartless to leave the moment, you behind me helpless crying and tearing the lungs of the pain so that I instantly understand how much I love you, I turned around and cried to hold you tight: this cow I do not sell it.
One hundred and eighty-eight, the openness of life will always come with the first ray of brightness. 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 you'll be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. If it is really a reflection of the soul, it does not matter to come back and leave, from time to time. If this is the meaning of life, even if we are far apart, we are still together. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
One hundred and ninety-nine, how I did not think that our brief meeting is just a prosperous dream feast on earth, in your determination to turn around and leave after all the beautiful past has become a beautiful and desolate gesture.
One hundred and twenty, and when Shao Hua rushed to the hospital in a hurry, once again mistakenly misunderstood Chongming is the father of the reborn child, Shao Hua angrily left.