Do you remember
long time ago
hear about
"Think of a person when it rains.
That is love ~ "
Keep your head down
Think of your tenderness again
Your stubbornness
Your perseverance
Your smile
....
Gradually began to fear rain.
The moment of dripping is like a tear in my heart.
The wreckage left endless melancholy.
And lingering thoughts
What's the point?
Never walk bravely into the rain again.
Shake my smile.
Like my fear
It is the destruction of rain.
End my memory
There are only residual flowers on the ground.
In memory of my death.
Put your soul into the music.
Self-deception accompanies my loneliness.
Raindrops fell lightly on the ground like fingertips.
Bloom sonorous life
There is nothing to resist in an instant.
Infinite sympathy
Recall the shadow of leaving.
Extend the memory of sunset.
Our love
Put it down.
Alone.
....
Lost the past
about
land
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Prose Sadness Prose 2 Buddha said, I would like to be a stone bridge, with wind blowing for 500 years, rain beating for 500 years and sun exposure for 500 years. I only hope that one day you can pass me by in a hurry and leave a smile, because I am so fascinated by you.
You know, meeting is a thousand-year fate, and falling in love is a thousand-year vicissitudes.
Meeting you, beautiful woman, gentle cheeks, faint smile.
You were angry, disappointed and crying. You are happy, you smile, you are happy.
Give you half my heart and leave half my heart. When you turn away, half your heart is killed by love, and half your heart goes with you.
The grass is ruthless, but also outside the setting sun; Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
I can't close my eyes at night. Because just close your eyes, that's your shadow. It is the way you sleep, the way you get angry, the way you call, the way you eat, the way you cry and the way you laugh.
I thought it would be good to be around you; I thought it would be nice to stay with you; I thought you would be all right.
It turned out that when you left, I realized that what was not there was nothing. I realize that hope brings disappointment, and disappointment brings despair and sadness.
The sad wind is blowing; Heartbroken, flying. The back of your departure is really beautiful; My body, too tired. The heart is dead, people are haggard, and this feeling turns into tears.
You said you wouldn't miss me; You said, I'm sorry, don't be sad; You said you would forget me; You say our future is uncertain; You said, leave me alone; You said it was my fault.
The taste of missing, the taste of pain, the taste of death. All kinds of flavors merge into one flavor: the taste of confusion.
A pale face corresponds to a blank mind. How can dry lips call you eight eggs?
Helplessness, loss, depression, pain. Four sharp knives, I'm riddled with holes.
Carved your name, but not your heart, your love, your nostalgia, our future.
To dead love-
Lonely heart, painful taste, into this sad text, every word is blood, every drop is tears!
More than three years of sad prose, recalling you, is a good mood.
I wrote such a title a few years ago, and I plan to write down my feelings when I recall you many years later.
This should be the word to be written after winter, this should be the word to be written in a few years, and this should be the word to be written after I get rid of my gloomy mood now, but now I want to write in advance, because I am afraid that I will forget you after many years, because I want to write some warm words to relax my mood.
Listen to a song, a good mood. Can you hear the feeling of happiness? The song sings: The rainy winter has finally passed, and the sky is slightly blue and sunny. I read the diary written at that time in the fresh sunshine in early spring. It turns out that love once gave me a good mood, like a deep landscape, and my deeply loved but hurt heart enriched the memory of life. Only the naive heart that gave can appreciate the sweetness of waiting, and only the disappointed heart that shed tears all night can understand that this is also a kind of luck.
Although winter is not over yet, when listening to this song, I feel very cool, not sad, only happy.
The person who once loved, the person who once loved him deeply but his heart was hurt, enriched the memory of life, and fell in love with this song, which is no longer pure sentimental love, but more tolerance and forgiveness. Maybe it's just like someone described me, feeling sad but not hurt. Later, we all have to learn to let go, right? This is life. What can't we let go?
I wrote a lot about us. I only hope that when we see these words again many years later, we will have a good mood. Maybe you will miss the little beauty of that year, maybe you will sigh how naive we were at the beginning.
Who knows the gently raised corners of the mouth? The ripples in my heart.
This is our promise. If you read it again after many years, promise me, please choose a warm afternoon or in the fresh sunshine in early spring, as the song goes, ok? I believe you will also have a good mood.
I encouraged a friend to confess the other day, but failed. I'm a little sad. I don't know what words to comfort. I have never experienced a similar mood.
I said, we will meet many people, many people we like, but in the end there is only one person who can accompany us. What we have to do now is to exclude others.
So now, me and you, am I excluded by you? Are you excluded by me?
Thinking of you now, I feel very calm, so it should be more calm after many years!
Who's being disturbed? When I miss you, will you think of me? Will you still hate me? After what I did to you.
Light mood, no one will disturb anyone, really just miss, not love.
In the future, we should learn how to love and know how to love. Then we're just practicing love.
Then quietly look at the words that belong to us and listen to the songs. This is a long-lost mood, a good mood.
What kind of mood is it to see the person you like show a good impression on another girl? I finally experienced it. I always said I didn't love him, no. But really don't love? Don't even believe in yourself.
I have been lying to myself. I can't believe that he and I are in the past. I still have a little hope for him. I hope we never will.
Continue to trust him and tell yourself that we may still love him, but what about the truth? I just lied to myself and hurt myself deeply.
How much do you care about a person? When I arrive, I will feel distressed when I see him alone, and I will be jealous when I see him with other girls, fearing that he will be forced away. I can't help wanting to give him everything, whether he wants it or not. I want him to integrate into my own life. I don't care what others tell me. Even if I know it is true, I don't want to believe it.
To what extent can you forgive a person? I know he didn't expose him when he lied, and I forced myself not to see him when I saw him making out with other girls, because I didn't want to lose him. As long as I see him, as long as he is willing to lie to himself. . .
It turns out that when you love someone deeply, you can still help him after breaking up, you can still think about him after breaking up, and you can still study hard for him after breaking up, just to say "I am so serious" for him, otherwise why are you so serious? Such a short sentence made her work hard, because she felt that only in this way could he look at her again.
But she also has her own stubbornness, but when he asked her if she had a little boyfriend, she said yes. But I don't want to tell him that I can't let him go, and I can't fall in love with someone again as soon as he does.
She looks at the girls around him every day and how he treats others. Thinking about how he treated her before, I wanted to cry several times, but I didn't. She told herself to be strong and not to be easily defeated. She said she didn't care.
what's up
Sentimental Prose 5 Cloudy sky is full of parting. The land of vast expanse exudes a sultry atmosphere. The gloomy sky will collapse at any time, as if it had lost its vitality. Grass has also become dying, without that persistence and stubbornness.
The torrential rain came as scheduled, washing away the dirt in the world. Empty streets can no longer find the original noise, only ticking, ticking ... The curve formed when the rain falls outlines the beautiful landscape painting, bleak and sad.
In the maple forest, rustling is full of ears. The red leaves swayed in the wind and rain until the last second. The birds of the past can't be found, only distant and uneasy songs are left. Beads of rain as big as beans fell in a hurry, devouring everything they could see like wild animals.
In the blurred vision, I can no longer see the road ahead. Standing in the wind and rain, I hesitate to look up at the sky. There was a flash of sadness in the confused eyes. On the thin cheeks, tears mixed with rain slipped quietly.
Many years ago, they met in the rain and clung to each other. On the umbrella he held for her, the promise between them was engraved ... It was just that everything became too fast to be redeemed. Only endless thoughts and helplessness are left.
Delicate flowers wither in the wind and rain. Fragmented petals can't piece together the original perfection. The end of the world gradually revealed the long-lost sunshine. The air after the storm is full of the fragrance of the earth. Dark clouds in the sky fled the day. Everything exudes the joy of rebirth.
The dazzling sunshine fell on this land. To feel the beauty of nature, we can only look up to their irresistible power. Heaven cries, and only we can share its sorrow.
In such a world, we can't see tomorrow, but we are all looking forward to a better tomorrow …
Sentimental Essay 6 Know who I love, know who I am, and there is no limit to the road I take.
The weather has improved, the heating has stopped, the peach blossoms have opened and fallen, and the willow leaves have been smoked. I don't know what it's called. It's beautiful.
I'm on Zhangba East Road. This road seems to make me feel the seasonal changes in Xi. I have seen the autumn wind blowing leaves falling along the road, and I have seen a tree blooming in a small garden in spring, shoveling snow in front of the door in winter, and standing under a big tree smoking and listening to cicadas in late summer. Perception is my greatest gift.
Time flies, but I unconsciously feel a spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Expression is sometimes superfluous and sometimes necessary. Maybe the world I perceive is more beautiful than you, or uglier than you, and you can't appreciate it.
I am lonely, but I am drowned in your laughter. I smiled indifferently, cold and sober, watching your happy and playful life. I am the coolest in the world.
Do not believe, let's compare. You care about what you care about, I care about what I care about, I don't care what you think, don't envy me handsome.
Sometimes, I love singing, singing that you are my baby, and sometimes I love playing the piano, telling you not to ask who I am.
I know who I love, I know who I am, and I will not set limits on the way I want to go.
After the age of 26, I began to dream about my classmate's mother, the enemy who killed my dream, my scarred self, and the distant shore.
After the age of 26, I began to buy social security for myself even if I was poor. I began to think that maybe I was more suitable for living in the country than wandering around the world in the past.
In a few days, I will officially turn 27. Continue to be a prodigal son. Even if I have no material conditions, you want to be close to me. I am the coolest person in the world. You should laugh and cry, rich or poor.
When I am confined to myself, when I am anxious and helpless, please ask the world to abandon me. I can stand my loneliness.
Struggle is not a loneliness, but a redemption.
When I was 20 years old, I watched a person's pupils dilate and my life stopped. I have never experienced death, but I am so close to death. Life is a past tense, and the living like to fantasize. Life is just a baptism and a funeral.
What you left behind was created by yourself.
I know who I love, I know who I love, and there is no limit to the road I want to take.
All the sounds I have heard have become Sanskrit, and all the winds I have blown have become clouds in my pants. You can't appreciate my perception any more than you can get close to my soul.
Spring is closest to dusk, and sunset is closest to Zen. Turn on the brightest light and shine on the most sober person.
The weather is fine, spring has come, and the world is still far away from me. I curled up in a piece of red, I looked up in an afternoon, I was lost in the thick breath of spring, and I wandered on both sides of the road. There is darkness in spring and loneliness in summer. I have my love and I have a dream.
If a lonely person says he loves you in spring, summer, autumn and winter, then he may really love you, not just saying it, but just saying it.
Essay sad prose 7 Time flies, the fleeting time has passed, and some people say goodbye, it is a lifetime! Let's take a look at this article "Remembering an Old Leader".
The old manager of a company I respect left last spring, almost a year ago. I was very surprised when I first heard the news of his death. Because I didn't hear that he was ill, I remember that the old leader was in good health. I asked a few former colleagues, and some people said that it seemed that they died of emphysema. I believe this answer to some extent, because the old manager is a chain smoker. Although I don't know the exact age of the old leader, I can only calculate that he has retired for twenty years, about eighty years old.
My respected old leader is Cui. He was transferred from the Corps level to Hengshui Supply and Marketing Cooperative Local Products and Daily Necessities Company. A few years later, he was assigned to an agricultural company as company secretary and deputy manager. The company implements the responsibility system of factory director and manager. Although he enjoys full-time treatment, he is actually the second-in-command of the company, in charge of party affairs and agricultural materials business. The older people nicknamed him "Cui Quan". Because he called Shi Jinyi, the person in charge of the company, "Stone", some people called him "Cui Tou" for short. Cui is the regimental chief of staff in the army. He is approachable, flexible, not helping or sending, and good at balancing. At that time, the monopoly of chemical fertilizers and pesticides made life easier for agricultural companies. The relatives and friends of the city leaders have to ask our manager for approval to buy several bags of diammonium urea. Cui transferred to an agricultural company and gained a good reputation in his work.
Life is always imperfect, even tortuous. Although Cui is broad-minded and wise, his family life has suffered many misfortunes. His hometown is in Wuyi, and he has a big brother in the countryside who has never married. After suffering from cancer, all the expenses of treatment and burial after death are borne by him. His eldest son was a farmer, and his eldest daughter-in-law got an incurable disease in middle age and died at a young age, leaving three children to support themselves financially. He had a son who worked in other places and died young, leaving a daughter, which he often missed. His wife was a little confused, so he had to compromise, be humble and take care of her in life. What worries him more is that there is a disabled child among the younger generation. Although he encountered setbacks of one kind or another in his life, he always faced them optimistically and bravely. Cui is a straightforward person with a loud voice. He looks at people who are pleasing to the eye and have a temper, and you can tell by their names. In my early years, I liked Shen Jianhua, the assistant manager, and called me "Xiao Shen". He thinks I'm careless and a little silly, and calls me "girl" because I look pleasing to the eye.
Cui has a strong party spirit. After retirement, I still took the initiative to pay party dues at work, which left a deep impression on me. Every time he comes to the company, he always comes to my office to sit for a while and chat. During the Spring Festival a few years ago, Mr. Xue and I visited several old leaders of Cui He Company many times.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have retired for six years. After retirement, I went to the south, rarely seeing the old leader, and I haven't contacted my respected manager Cui for several years. I didn't expect him to leave in such a hurry, which was a bit unacceptable. After learning that the old leader died last year, I wrote a short article in a hurry. Now, I will revise it and publish it to express my grief!
Essay sentimental prose 8 true feelings are unpretentious and affectionate. Yuehua is even more silent, silent, eternal, calm, leisurely and elegant-inscription
I don't know when it started. I like to look up at the night sky, rain or shine. Look at the bright moonlight quietly sprinkled on trees, flowers, grass and boundless space. ...
Soft moonlight, like a lingering sky, is elegant, winding, gentle and continuous. She has no sunshine and no naughty starlight. She flows quietly, dressing up the tenderness of spring night, making the hot summer night quiet, making the autumn night more profound and spreading hope to the cold winter night. Don't ask for anything in return, just ask for something. She is like my missing, overwhelming, for no reason.
Many times, I just melt myself in this moonlight, like running water. Enjoy the mottled shadows of trees, enjoy the quiet night, and enjoy watching flowers and caressing the shadows. Peace and elegance are always so charming.
I have been addicted to looking up, whether it's cloudy or the ticking rain. I know the moon is always there, and she never gives up. Otherwise, how can you see the darkness of the night and your heartbeat in the dark night? How can you see the beads splashed by rain? It was the moonlight trying to penetrate the clouds and give her Yin Hui to the earth. Especially on rainy nights, I can feel her persistence. You see, the splashing rain is just the deformation of the moonlight!
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. When people reunite with their families and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, I, a wandering wanderer, deeply understand the artistic conception of "until I raise my cup and ask the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us". I can only look at the bright moon in my hometown and pray for the well-being of my loved ones.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bright moonlight is even more charming. Yuehua is as soft as water, flowing quietly, quiet and peaceful. I quietly enjoy the gift of moonlight, let the moonlight surround me, indulge in the embrace of moonlight, and let my thoughts drift across the waters of Qian Shan to distant places.
Tonight, I walk alone in the night, surrounded by silence, only accompanied by moonlight, I quietly wait for the tranquility and serenity of Yuet Hua. Looking up, a full moon hangs high and the mist sends yarn, which reminds me of an ancient poem: "The world of mortals can relax in the clear night, but it is also on Dongpo." Han Yin flies far away to practice, and osmanthus flowers are cold and jade toads are single. Acacia trees are far away from Heng E, so it is difficult to ask each other about rituals and sleep. Guests in the same place at the ends of the earth, another round of high-profile hanging to Juanjuan. "This poem is not my mood at the moment.
Prose Sadness Prose 9 As time goes by, what was once unremarkable becomes beautiful. Maybe time passes too fast, and you and I are lost in the torrent of time.
That year, I came to a group without any worries. At first, I knew nothing. I try not to miss every sentence in the class meeting, and then analyze my meaning. When I came to this group, I had no one to tell the truth. I'm a little scared and I'm still looking forward to it.
That year, because my best friend was worried that I wouldn't adapt to the new group, she always talked to me after class. It was good to have you then.
That year also made me really realize what other people's experiences are, hum!
I still remember that it was a quiet night when I was studying in class. You sent me a note. Your handwriting is beautiful.
Every word you say is deeply imprinted in my heart. Finally, I promise you that we were together almost every day during that time. But in the end, you were hot and cold, and my carelessness finally made me turn around and leave. Over time, everything has been diluted, and the separation between us is meaningless. I said there was a bottom line when I waited for you. I can wait for you. Don't hurt me. I hope you don't lie to me the day you come back. I don't want people to think I am.
You became my first love that year. That year, you taught me what it was like to be distressed. You taught me to give up. You don't know that you are my first love. You don't know that I was joking when I said that someone had been here before you came, and you don't know that being with you will make me miss my more than 300 stars every day. Every star says one word.
I think we did a lot of stupid things in those years. That year, we were crazy, we laughed naively, we loved someone mercilessly, we also suffered from heartbreak, and we also drank the strongest wine and smoked the most distressed cigarettes for whom. ...
At that time, we thought that being together was a lifelong thing, but in the end, you taught people that they would always get off the bus and find something better. If possible, I hope we don't know each other so early and don't separate, but I'm afraid we know each other too late, so I already have a ta with me, but unfortunately there is no if.
In the end, you and I both left, leaving only forgotten memories.
Sentimental Essay 10 In this life, how many years have passed and how many life scenes have we missed? Going around and stopping is another youth. ...
Time flies, and it's another winter in a blink of an eye. A person walking on the way to work, the cold wind froze my cheeks, and sometimes it hurts. I stopped and looked up at the sky. A drop of winter morning mist fell into my eyes, and the cold feeling of returning to the original awakened my dream that I had hidden for many years. It turns out that a sincere smile is more difficult than a sincere cry, and even the best past is gone. Why should I be so sad?
I just browsed it yesterday. Yes, looking back, today's chart or yesterday's initial trajectory? Perhaps, there are some things that we laugh at when we think of them; Perhaps, some stories, we cried when we talked about them; I often sigh: I recorded the sadness of the years in words, but I can never write that I was still young at that time and we walked together. ...
An old photo, let me look at it painstakingly; A piece of past information moved me to tears; If time can be replaced, I would like to exchange my life for your long stay. Over the years, I have been fortunate and bitter, my favorite family!
In retrospect, do you still remember that when we met, it was also the same season, the same time and the same place, and now, we are all far away.
Sometimes naive, not want to go back to childhood, but want you to care a little; Sometimes naive, not immature, but what we know is like this, and there is nothing we can do.
Once upon a time, I foolishly thought that as long as I treated it sincerely, sincerely and wholeheartedly, I could have the love I dreamed of. How can I think that the word "money" completely changed my crazy fantasy? ; Once upon a time, people thought that sincere love was not something money could have, but a heart. However, under the digestion of time, those vows that were once called "everlasting" and "vows of eternal love" are just a flash in the pan. Who can resist the destruction and dissipation of time?
I often sigh: What am I living for in my life? Who to live for; Who exists for; Because. Maybe I signed an agreement for this life in my last life, so I need to cash it.
If there is still time, I would rather go back to my carefree childhood.
If the memory can be erased, how I wish there were only those happy stories in my mind.
If, at that time, we were still young and didn't walk together, wouldn't there be such an embarrassing scene now?
Gradually understand that the original slowly changing is the human face, the same is childlike innocence.
After going through so many difficulties, I realized that short tenderness can never be compared with ordinary companionship. Time won't give you any chance to start over, and life doesn't have to be all right. Cherish when you meet, and put it down when you leave. If you look around, you will find that God's will has already set people's hearts, and they are sincere to others.
Thank you. We walked together when we were young. Thank you for letting me meet a lover who is willing to spend the rest of my life with me, and the only one who is worth parting.
Thank you for coming all the way, my favorite person-Qing Er.