I can't sleep in bed late at night. The night outside the window is dim, and only the dense street lamps emit soft light, which seems to be sweet-talking with the stars in the sky. One year, three months and two days. You've been away for a long time. You hurt me so much, how can you leave you and say, "I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore." It turns out that the word "love" is so free and easy in your mouth. I won't give up asking why you said "no love, no feelings". Your heart is dead. " How can I keep a dead man? You seem to forget that you once said the most beautiful sweet words to me: "I can't live without you." Every drop of blood in my heart is beating for you. "Now I think blood is probably as cold as ice. If I let you go, you will go decisively without looking back. It's a shame to die. My sadness is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. I don't want to stop and remember that you once smiled at me affectionately and called me a fool. I can't walk in the street. I remember you holding me and telling me where to eat my favorite spicy food today. I really don't want to remember your kindness to me! Memories are terrible. People who live in it can't get out, and others can't get in. The song you once sang to me has been echoing in my ears: May the hearts of the people be won and never part. I curled up in my arms and knees and refused to step out of your shadow. I pushed myself to the wall. Only you can save me, but I forgot that you had left. I walked blindly in the street, with my head down and walking aimlessly. Everything around me is messy, gorgeous and happy, which has nothing to do with me. My body pushed back so hard that I almost fell to the ground. Unknown so looked at the middle-aged people in front of him. He said to me seriously and angrily in a critical tone: "Do you want to die if you don't look at the car at a red light? "Trouble!" I don't know why, tears that have been dry for many days have come to my eyes again. This man reminds me of my father, who once pulled me back from the traffic in the same way. Too bad, but it warms my heart. My tears are getting fiercer and louder. The middle-aged man shook his head inexplicably and left. Why should I be so decadent? I have parents and brothers who love me. If I have a stable job, why should I feel inferior for you? If I read your name, I will cry and stop, and when I think of my parents, even if I have no tears, I still want to cry and cry uncontrollably forever. I know I lost myself, but I can't live without myself, even though you have left me. I'm going shopping, I'm going to wear the most beautiful clothes, I'm going to have a beauty treatment, I'm going to tell myself to be refreshed every day, I'm going to cut my hair, cut off the three thousand strands left for you, start over, I'm going to exercise, I'm going to have a healthy body, I'm going to study, and I'm going to be a woman with both internal and external training. Gradually, I jumped out of the memory of having you. Seeing the couple quarreling in the street, the boy took a few angry steps forward and rushed back to hold the girl in his arms. I no longer envy, nor will I feel sour and sweet in my heart. I'm past the age when my heart is full of love. I packed your mobile phone number, QQ number and everything, locked it in the past and never opened it again. I overheard your news and learned that you have a good life and a new girlfriend. I am no longer sad, and I can't say anything to bless you. Someone once said that a woman's greatest charm lies in her work, so I abandoned my past weakness and armed myself with an iron shell to attack one difficulty after another. Although it is hard, I don't regret it. I am no longer a greenhouse flower that falls when the wind blows and loses when the rain falls. Original reference link: excerpt from American text

Radio Matteo Ricci, so we met a lot of people. What's the last issue?

Everyone who doesn't know love will meet someone who knows, and then experience a heart-wrenching love. People who don't know love gradually understand, but those who know love dare not love anymore.

The future is bright and the party's principles and policies are wise. We must always support China and always follow the Party. Forever!

The night is still quiet. Lonely autumn night is an unspeakable world. Usually impetuous and fanatical, wronged and sentimental, impulsive and blind are all swept away. It is not easy to have a quiet place.

Love can't resist tedious housework, at least one of them must be extremely strong.

Sometimes, you never know who will turn to say goodbye. What we can do is to let each other remember each other's good.

Pine trees open their arms and embrace the blue sky at the top of the mountain; Wheat adheres to its companions and is covered with leaves. The eagle spread its wings, flapping the sun and soaring in the wind; The fine horse stretched out its neck and hissed and waved its mane, running on the grassland. Our young hearts are stepping on the beat of the sunshine, showing our individuality. Our youth has its own stubborn shape.

I want to sit on the lawn full of moonlight with you, look at the starry night sky and tell the ancient love myth of this world.

I think I love you enough to accept my betrayal.

Baoyu didn't hear these words, but he smelled a faint fragrance, which floated from Daiyu's sleeve and was intoxicating. Baoyu pulled Daiyu's sleeve to see what was in the cage.

If you meet me in heaven, please pretend you don't know me, because I will propose to you next time.

A man, no matter how incompetent he is, must be able to protect at least two things: the land under his feet and the woman in his arms.

Without you, who can I tell about such a beautiful scenery?

It turns out that I've been having sex for myself. It turns out that you have regarded me as the past, but I foolishly regarded you as forever.

Draw the happiest style with a knife, write the happiest love letter with your fingers, and hold the happiest love with your hands.

Time is the biggest killer of love, always grinding love into dust.

The first person in my heart is you, before, now and in the future.

Autumn rain hit them in the face. A pile of dark gray clouds, low pressure on the earth. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are bare. The old tree stood in the dark, and brown moss covered its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, so they had to stand there withered and bald.

Radio Matteo Ricci, so we met a lot of people. What's the last issue?

Everyone who doesn't know love will meet someone who knows, and then experience a heart-wrenching love. People who don't know love gradually understand, but those who know love dare not love anymore.

The future is bright and the party's principles and policies are wise.

We will always support China and follow the Party. Forever!

The night is still quiet. The autumn night when a person is alone is an unspeakable world. Usually impetuous and crazy, wronged and sentimental, impulsive and blind are all swept away. How difficult it is to have a quiet place.

Love can't resist the tedious housework, at least one party must be extremely strong.

Sometimes, you don't know, when a person turns around, it's farewell. What we can do is to let each other remember each other's good.

Song Qing stretched out his arms and embraced the blue sky at the top of the mountain; Wheat and his companions hugged each other tightly, and vilen was thickly dotted. The eagle spread its wings, flapping the sun and soaring with the wind; The horse hissed with its neck stretched out and ran on the grassland waving its mane. Our young hearts are stepping on the beat of the sunshine, showing our individuality. Our youth has its own stubborn shape.

I want to sit on the lawn in the moonlight with you, look at the starry night sky and tell the ancient love myth.

I think I love you so much that I can even accept my betrayal.

Baoyu didn't hear these words, only smelled a faint fragrance, but it came from Daiyu's sleeve, intoxicating and crisp. Baoyu pulled Daiyu's sleeve to see what was in the cage.

If you meet me in heaven, please pretend you don't know me, because I will propose to you next time.

A man, no matter how incompetent he is, must protect at least two things, the land under his feet and the woman in his arms.

Without you, who would I tell such a wonderful moment? .

It turns out that I have been romanticizing myself. It turns out that you have regarded me as the past, but I have always regarded you as forever.

Describe the happiest style with a knife, write the happiest love letter with your fingers, and hold the happiest love with your hands.

Time is the biggest killer of love, always grinding love into dust.

The first person in my heart is you, before, now and in the future.

Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.