There is a period of youth, don't mention it again.
There is a period of youth, which is reserved for eternity. Cut it for a while and put it in the most beautiful section. As time goes by, please keep it forever. Just once again, the fleeting time has changed our appearance all the way. Sent away our youth and left it to us. Such a night is a different mood, reflecting the years. Late at night, I want to express my inner paragraphs in words, but I can't write the whole mood after all. Wandering in these fleeting years, there is no quiet place after all. It seems that I can't let go of everything I have precipitated. Because it's best to put it in your heart. There is no safer place than keeping it in your heart. So let this fleeting time be buried in my heart. Never mention it again, let time end. Let it be silent eternity,
There was a time of youth and burial. There are always some people who are desperate, but they can't stay in the end. There are always some words that I can't say, and I don't have to say them until the end. Bury the past, we have too much silence. It's like meeting on the road of time, but you pretend you didn't see anything. Many years have passed, and I have been holding on here. Time passes here, and there is no paragraph I want. Maybe next time, I will meet a better shore. Time flies across a stranger, and we finally drift away. It's too late to say goodbye, and it's too late. Crying in the past, everything will go to heaven. It's already ready, just waiting for us to pass by.
There is a kind of sadness, destined to be a tune in life. Practice all the way from injury, and the autumn leaves can only go with the wind. Passers-by who go far can only silently bless, maybe life is a choice. It is also a trace of cherishing fate and going all the way along time. Finding this is called the end of the year, and we have only experienced it once. Time finally tells us that so many followers have separated in the fleeting time. What is a fleeting time? Time tells us. What is eternity? Standing alone on the mountain peak in the dark. I seem to be isolated from the world, with no sound or noise. It's so bleak. So quiet, those silent years. Only quiet company and this quiet night,
Cherish people and cherish the road you have traveled. As time goes by, the things around us go further and further. What can stay is yours, and some roads are different. Time will eventually send the person who got on the wrong bus farther and farther. Life is a train. Stop-and-go, there are stops, where people are crowded. In a hurry, someone took the wrong bus all the way. Someone has missed his stop. It seems that every scene is repeating itself. How long does it take to meet the right person when you meet someone on the road? There are really too few people in this world to meet.
There is a kind of pain, I choose to be silent forever. Some words choose not to mention, and some roads choose to walk quietly. Some people have feelings, and sometimes they are doomed. It is the peak of strangers, and some people pass by our lives. Never leave a trace, some people are destined to leave a trace. But I mistakenly thought that the tragedy of other lives never stopped. It's just different ways, different places and different people. There is some pain, and we don't need to tell everyone. Because not all the pain can be said, some injuries are really speechless. It can be expressed that it can only be buried silently in words, which is the witness of our world and the fleeting time.
At first, you finally experienced an ending. Become a strong self with dreams. I finally got what I wanted. Remember the beginning. You are still the funny you, and time has passed quickly. We have more silence, but less language. Walking at the beginning of acquaintance, I recall the pictures that have gone away. As if it happened yesterday, I was speechless at that time. We always thought we were still here, but we have just returned to the present, and it is already autumn and winter. Through your sad heart, the original you. It's just that as time goes by, what we write down. I just can't find my original courage anymore, but I can't turn over again. A long silence,
Those years, those memories. Every scene that I have experienced. They are all traces of parting, and every night is a sleepless night. Some things, after the precipitation of time. Always forgotten in the corner, some figures meet in the boundless sea of scenery. I thought it would last forever when the years passed. Whether the vicissitudes of memory will remind you of a scene. Cause yellowing buried deep in my heart, maybe I can understand. At the beginning, the so-called forgetting was just a story of temporary amnesia. Flowing back, I found that I thought it would always be like this. What accompanied you has long since disappeared.
There is an ending, and it has been a long time. In those scattered people, there is still no news, regardless of the departure of time. Still a blessing from afar. Trust those wanderers who walk around from parting. More than half will be worth a thousand words, and there are still many languages floating without sound. There are also many silent wanderings, which can only be understood by lovers who like silence. Many years have passed since we walked together. We agreed to go through the wind and rain together and go through the fleeting time together until the last rainbow appeared. Life is always a journey, and people who appear are always separated. Those who stay last will stand the test of time. Only in this way can we stand in quiet time and thank those who have left. And thank you for those years that were buried. Thanks to the strange city under my feet, and also thanks to the years I have been persistent.
: the past boiled wine
We are all learning to be mature and steady adults, and we can keep a straight face when we meet anything, so we learn to hide and pretend, even if we want to cry, we will laugh and say something sad, and tell a story that is not important to others but unforgettable to ourselves in a plain or distant tone.
If we meet again,
A friend told me that in feelings, people who believe that "deep feelings can't stay, routines win people's hearts" think that the current infatuation is worthless, which is a very * * * performance. "Being serious is losing", and a girl with skills is the essence of love. You should know how to handle it accurately, and in this process, you should know what you are "pursuing", how to say sweet words when you are "pursuing", how to be bullied by men when you are doing things, and how to coax each other when you quarrel.
After that, he smiled and asked me, do you understand? That's why you haven't found a new pursuit since that time, and now this thing has happened. To put it bluntly, it is because you are too deeply involved in the emotional game. If you see her again, you should say what's the name of that song? When I see you again, I will pretend to be strong. Then he got up and left, leaving me sitting on the side of the road, with a few beer bottles left beside him. ...
If I can meet you again, maybe I can't let go, I might as well not see you.
To love you is to be by your side when you need it.
When we parted, we said goodbye willfully and complained hysterically to each other in anger. You called me weak and caring, and I called you selfish and ambiguous, so we agreed never to meet again in this life. What you don't know is that I didn't really say goodbye to you until you really started a new life. But as long as you need me, I will still be by your side.
That day, the madman received a phone call from his predecessor, which was a little unexpected, because he had not contacted for more than a year. Before the phone could be answered, there was crying on the other end. She said, I broke up with him. Are you happy to hear the news?
The madman didn't speak, just listened quietly.
How was your year? Have you ever taken care of yourself in your life? I'm sorry I shouldn't have treated you like that. This is my fault. I'm sorry
The madman felt that something was wrong and asked her if something was wrong. If there is anything I can do for you, just let me know. I didn't blame you at first, because I was also wrong.
She choked up, and I was sick, and it may be a disease that can't be cured for a lifetime, or it may be a good disease. I just called you to say I'm sorry. I always think it's bad for you.
Let me accompany you to treat the disease. When you are well, come back to me.
All right.
Young people, we always have a childlike innocence, a heart that is Do not forget your initiative mind no matter how the world changes, and this heart belongs to only one person. Only after going through twists and turns again and again, being teased by time and fate, do we gradually begin to understand that in the emotional world, there are not only sweet words and romantic warmth, but also stories in fairy tales are deceptive, which always exist only in books and TV dramas, and more stories come to the end.
A few days later, the madman asked for leave and went back to his hometown, because his predecessor was now in his hometown, and his spirit was good and bad. She suffers from "anxiety and psychological disorder complications" and is also medically related to mental illness, although it is not very serious.
Later, because she wanted to see you, I asked for leave several times to go home to see her and talk to her. Telephone and WeChat messages are also constant. Chatting is nothing more than comforting and encouraging her. Once, in order to accompany her to Guangzhou for medical treatment, she even lost her job. At that time, the madman was just about to get promoted.
If you don't love me, please take back the ambiguity.
Some people, who are not really selfish and ungrateful, are just injured, don't know where to go, are unwilling, and don't know how to take back everything, so they put on masks in disguise, walk in the crowds coming and going, and continue to crawl on the battlefield. Just please don't hurt those who are serious.
The last time a madman sent her a message was a few days ago.
She said: I regret being with you. Three years of relationship with you, only a few months of companionship. Your cowardice and care make me feel that everyone else is good, so I am right to leave you. Get out of here as far away as possible.
She said "he" is the boyfriend who broke up with the madman, that is, the person she chose in every way to get rid of the madman.
The madman answered her lightly: we will never have contact again. Just because of my reluctance and concern for you, you are heartless again today. It's just that I regret it now, it's too late, that's all. Goodbye.
It's not that I can't stand parting, but that I can't stand the traces left by each other after parting. We're all fine, just at the wrong time. I almost didn't see you, I almost missed you, you almost became my woman, almost, almost. If I hadn't met you at the beginning, if I just appeared by your side now, would I have moved you and stayed with you all the time? Going to Guangzhou for medical treatment has no effect. Later, I heard that her brother had a professor-level psychological tutor in Hubei, so I took a train for more than 20 hours from Shenzhen to Hubei.
Originally, the madman found a new job and thought that things were hopeless, so he lost his job. It's funny to say that a boy is willing to pay for a girl like this, and it feels spoony, but she doesn't seem to appreciate it. Sometimes she always talks about her and "him" in front of the madman intentionally or unintentionally, and when it comes to "him", she is always happy. During the year with him, she remembered everything about them, but she couldn't remember anything about those three years. I don't know if she deliberately avoided talking or really forgot. She doesn't know that whenever "he" is mentioned, the madman's heart is like being cut open again and again with a sharp knife. The old wound has not healed, and someone sprinkled a handful of salt on it. That person is still the person he cares about most.
The most fascinating thing about love is that your smile always touches another person's heart, knowing that there is no blood relationship between them. Constellations have different personalities, but they seem to be very clever and can always guess your heart. It's like what she was thinking when she mentioned "him" in front of the madman, like why she deliberately hid behind his back and deleted all the records, like the madman knew why she got the disease because "he" left.
The departure of "he" made her collapse with strong self-esteem. After she left, she still owed her a lot of money, and the vows of eternal love collapsed with the departure of "him", but she still only had "him" in her heart. Although "he" has left her. Although they are still in contact.
After coming back from Hubei, her illness has almost recovered. I thought the next one would be good. Yes, I thought it would be good. ...
I still remember that when we met again after parting, she smiled and said to the madman, you are fine. Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life. When I'm ready, I'll be with you down-to-earth and never part.
That night, after finally saying that, the madman rushed out of the house and drank a lot of wine. He sat alone on the side of the road and shouted at the road: drink when you are lovelorn, and let go when you are done! If you don't love me, please take back that ambiguity. Thank you.
I'm not you, so I can't be nice to you.
Not everyone must be kind to themselves, and not everyone must be responsive to themselves and pay for you. You can have what you want, but I hope you can think about whether you deserve what you have.
Two people's feelings, one person's constant satisfaction, one person's constant profligacy, always feel that others should be good to you, but have you ever thought that it is a blessing for a person to be good to you and a kind of luck to be hurt? A person can be kind to you at any time and anywhere, and can also be kind to others at any time. He can also take back these beautiful things at any time without cherishing them, in exchange for the disappointment and retreat of others. Waiting is a painful torture.
Disappointment is enough, clean up your mood and start over.
That night, she called a madman to accompany her. It was already past 1 1 p.m..
The madman looked at the time and sent a message: I won't go tonight, but I will come with you tomorrow.
Then don't come. I really regret being with you. It took me three years to get your company these months. Get out of here as far away as possible. Your cowardice and concern make me feel that others are very kind to me. Leaving you was the right choice. If I could choose again, I would rather not know you. If I were not ill, I wouldn't come to you again. I can live a better life. Do you know why I deliberately mentioned me and "him" in front of you? That's because I want you to give in. I'm doing well now, so don't worry. ***。
The madman ran out of the house and drank a lot. ...
Hey, I'm not yours. I can't be nice to you. This sentence is the same for you and me, because from beginning to end, we have nothing to do with each other, and everything is self-pity.
I have a past, and I have drunk.
A person, all his life, has never loved one or two wrong people, not one or two stories, only one or two stories? Life is always ups and downs, no one lives for whom, and no one can't live for whom.
The days are still going on day by day. Occasionally, the madman will visit her circle of friends and know that she is doing well now, as if she had been hit in the heart, painful, painful, but helpless. What a pity! I don't know if it's false to say no regrets, and it's even more false to say regrets. In this way, if you are the only one injured, then you can rest assured, because I am stronger than you.
So hard to forget alone, need a pack of cigarettes or a bundle of beer? Neither, but don't meet, don't meet again, don't disturb after breaking up, it is the best ending we give each other.
: yes, the most affectionate.
In the years, there is always a beautiful fragrance floating, life is warm and dull, there are joys and sorrows, and the petals of memory always have to find a fulcrum of the soul. In the corner of time, there will always be surprises hidden, perhaps in the next corner, and a beautiful understanding will come as promised.
I like the word "as scheduled", which has a hidden fragrance and expectation for the future. I waited very hard, but I never failed. Flowers and warm sunshine arrived as scheduled, which interpreted a spring for you. You arrived in the spring breeze as scheduled, which is the greatest joy in my life.
A cup of tea is waiting for someone who understands. Sometimes, people are waiting for a cup of tea. If you are willing to wait, tea will not fail you. A flower is waiting for a bosom friend who knows how to appreciate. If you know, she will smile. In fact, all our life, we are just looking for someone we know, a warm partner and someone to hold hands with.
Understanding is the fragrance in soft years and the companion in plain life; It is the treasure after all the flowers bloom and fall, the persistence after thousands of turns, the long road, the understanding, the strength given to you in the ups and downs, the silence of the years, the warmth and the silence.
People who know you can see through your mind, think what you think, solve your worries and understand you from your manners. People who know you don't need too many expressions, and they can understand everything with one eye. People who know you will see you at a glance in the sea of people. Needless to say, silence is also affectionate.
Everyone has a past in his heart, and everyone's story has an unforgettable story. Your clear eyes have passed through the confusion of years, giving me joy, and your smile has warmed my time. Yes, it was the only glimpse of joy in the sea of people; It is the melancholy of knowing each other and cherishing each other, but passing by; It was the crowd looking for him, and the man was dancing in the dim light.
If I were a leaf in the wind, I would like to fall in the most beautiful posture, because I don't want you to see my sadness. If I were a warm sun, I hope to store more warmth for you before the storm comes and let the bright light illuminate your heart. Maybe the beauty in this world is a little desolate. The reason is the silent waiting in the depths of clouds and water. It is the warmth of a piece of paper and the most beautiful poem of time. The best thing to know is that you are here, right here, and I have a lush time at my fingertips.
A beautiful encounter, like a light on the road, illuminates a person's life, and that understanding can even ignite a person's life. Where the lights are dim, there are always some obsessions, telling the story of infatuation. Your deep affection and his yearning may become a touch of acacia after many years, and it is also the most amazing stroke in life. Time is the best recorder, he collects those petals and fragrance, fragrance and smoke in the past. Your smile, like a ten-mile spring breeze, is very suitable for that era of red lips and white teeth, and those tender poems have graceful years.
How much do you know that you can make your country blossom? How much do you know, in the clouds of years, can you be as clear as yesterday? Understand that two lonely hearts are no longer confused; Understanding, so that people on the long road are no longer boring, understanding, so that the footsteps are no longer lonely in the process of moving forward. If you understand, a person's journey is also warm and poetic; If you know, you can find warmth in the cold wind and rain; If you know, Feng turns around and it is Lu 'an Huaming; If you know, the full moon is also a landscape.
Yes, like a line of poetry, people who write walk as simple as words, and people who read books look like faces. If it is a name, in another person's heart, with the body temperature of life, tears and laughter, knowing the cold and knowing the warmth, then simple words are no longer just a symbol, but a real and smart existence. Because you know, I believe that if you live well, the sun will shine.
Life, how many parting, there will be many encounters, noisy world, there are always some lonely souls, walking on the lonely road, and know that it is a faint fragrance, through the vast sea of people, faint, like flowers, refreshing. It flows quietly in time, so that meeting or not seeing, the end of the world or close at hand, becomes a joy and expectation. Because I know that years will no longer be confused; Because knowing, life is no longer boring; Because I know that all the twists and turns are worth it.
A love, if cherished, is enough to appreciate, and a person you like, if met, is enough to be happy. In this life, there is nothing better than attachment, attachment to a flower, attachment to a clump of green, attachment to you, and then snuggle up to each other and smile at everything in the world. Maybe some predestination is finally impossible to grasp. Yesterday's time in the branches also made the cherry red and the banana green. Some people or things, whether you remember them or not, are also scenery. Green mountains and green waters are silent. I don't know who touched the strings, but there are always some memories that warm the mountains and rivers along the way. Even after all these years, because of understanding, joy and peace will always remain in my heart.
Because you know, you are kind. How many cares in the world, how many acquaintances have nothing to do with romance, how many are unforgettable, but the ultimate enemy is far-reaching, and the spring flowers are brilliant. Whose fingertips have they bloomed? Thousands of miles of bright moon, who are you homesick for? I saw it several times for the first time. Can I watch it again in my life? Looking back, those nonsense are just incomprehensible Qing Zen and elegy that can't be sung. Once, it was a fireworks feast, but now writing a landscape and a page of poetry has nothing to do with acacia, but with understanding.
I want to listen to the wind with you in the afternoon, soak in the warm sunshine and watch the same scenery side by side. There is a kind of understanding, which is the feeling of attachment after thousands of turns, the poem written with you after a long time, and the most steady stroke you wrote for me after Qian Fan.
Time, describe a day as a flower, leave a touch of spring scenery in my heart, and there will be a warm corner to take me wandering. Let's spend an ordinary time with you in an ancient word, write romance, rice, oil and salt in silent words, hide our deepest feelings in our hearts and put them in the farthest horizon. When you are by my side, I feel a hundred flowers blossom and birds sing cicadas. The glitz in the world is not as good as your company. Whether it's blooming in spring or falling in love, knowing you in the hometown of love is the deepest feeling, and your existence is the perfection of this life.