A person's life is like sitting in front of a library window holding a book from the sun to the bright lights;

A person's game, like an earphone stuffed with Vae warm songs, lowers his head and steps on the bricks on the lonely road one by one;

A person's movie is like sitting on the sofa and crying on a 42-inch screen. ...

A person's life, quickly, quietly flowed away 18 years.

18 years, a person only learned emptiness and malice.

I have reason to be empty at any time.

The chocolates on the coffee table are arranged in a heart shape, which is small and lovely. They are in my mouth, lacking the taste of love.

It turns out that you can spend Valentine's Day without cocoa powder. Cocoa powder is more bitter than sweet when you are alone.

Every pigeon has been rubbed into the sweetness of my lover, and every wrapping paper has been embroidered with affection, but these words have become insincere without source in front of my empty mind.

How happy two people can be, how empty I can be This is the contrast. Contrast can double your original distance.

18 years old is a sign of adulthood, but I am like a fierce horse lost in the rivers and lakes, howling in the drizzle peach blossom forest and refusing to return. I don't have the courage to go down the road alone, and I can't bear not to be a senior three.

Time waits for no one, and the burden to be pressed down on the shoulders suddenly becomes gravity again. Senior three is a crawling landscape, which makes people feel distressed.

A person's tears can only be a stream of people. 18 years old emptiness and pain grow between the fingers, accompanied by nicotine poisoning, invading the heart and lungs. I dare not look back, dare not see myself step by step decadent, dare not tell people that I was naive when I was a child.

Running away feels like a crime. When two people are happy, when one person is lonely, it becomes unbearable, unwilling to lose and unwilling to face. What you can't bear today is actually the beauty you will never get in the future.

"Those painful memories are suffocating, and those betrayed feelings. ...

When you know the truth, you can't face the loss any more. ...

Lost freedom, lost courage, lost joy, lost sadness, lost the blue sky in my heart, lost you. ...

If there is a God, please give me a chance. ...

Can I be redeemed ... can I start all over again ... "

18 years old hides a person, a lost person. ...

A person is so tired, can he restore his original haggard, homesick, naive and simple without disguise, leaving only one person in his heart?

It turns out that a person's wish is a person's responsibility. Only by shouldering the responsibility can we get what we want. In order to get, we must keep giving up.

A person's wishes are borne by one person, and a person's loss is painful. 18 years old is spent in constant loss and various disappointments. It was dark and the road was dark, and I stumbled alone. /kloc-The weight of 0/8 years old is demonstrating on his shoulders, and emptiness and injustice are not worth mentioning in the dark. A person, how should suppress, ability is firm all the time, do not cry all the time?

I won't give up my wish, and I won't willingly lose so much. There is a word called "one day". I will create such a day, without emptiness, without hiding, and not just by myself.

/kloc-when I was 0/8 years old, I chose a person to continue. That unfinished road, even if it is bitter, tired and difficult, is casual. One day, you will appear with my wish.

Eighteen-year-old hazy youth, quietly passing by Author: Words at the end of parting

I have been comforting myself that the passage of time is not disappearing, not getting old, but the dust of some things and the maturity of my mentality.

Written at the age of eighteen-puppy.

Youth is like a grand sacrifice, which begins with silence and expectation and ends with desolation and despair. The beginning and the end are all done in a silent posture, but experience and feeling are two postures. I have been thinking, how did my youth, my eighteen years old, begin and end? Like all lost vagrants, I have been wandering and remembering, and I don't know where to stay and where to end.

I was in a daze all winter, and spring finally arrived in my expectation. Youth gradually fades away, without any commemoration and mourning, leaving no trace. In this sunny spring, I began to become confused and even desperate. In the evening, the setting sun reflected the sky red, and the oblique corner of the light sprinkled on my face through the curtain, and my eyes were red. I crawled on the table and cried for a long time.

At this age, melancholy is the endorsement of youth, but it has nothing to do with loneliness when the years are quiet and loving you. Only by crying, laughing and hurting can we know the taste of happiness better.

We know each other or are strangers. The arrival of this spring is like the sunset of the whole world. Wandering in a strange city, you inadvertently appeared behind me. Time flies? Breathe when blowing forward? Many years later, when I returned to the curtain, I didn't know I was eighteen.

They said, I am a nostalgic child. I often look at a photo and listen to a song. Only I know how sad I am when I say I don't care. No one can understand my crying and no one can understand my smile.

I have always been used to being a quiet child, laughing, crying, falling asleep, and being lost alone. Time is always long. In those days when I looked at each other silently, I used all the silence to make up for the blank of that time. However, one day, somewhere, I suddenly heard a voice saying, puppy, you are only one day away from death. I began to become depressed and helpless. I stood on the busy street and looked around feebly. When I look back, I seem to have missed something, such as someone, a smiling face, and all I see is hurried footsteps and vague back.

Time passes slowly from the fingertips like an hourglass, and those memories with rotten breath float in this spring evening. I try to forget, or always forget, and format all the things that happened and didn't happen in the time outside my memory. Memories of youth, youthful love, blurred affection, that incomplete friendship. I try to collect those warm pictures and use happy words throughout the eighteen-year-old season. Everything seems to be in vain, and those pictures flashing with cold light, like cold shackles, haunt my whole youth dream.

The wind blows gently? Listen to comfortable music? Think of you in another city? . To remember you? The quietest moment around you? . Remember your face pet? Draw you in my heart during my journey? Have a unique feeling? Because of you? In a landscape where everything has changed? You, my favorite. Outside the window, it was a confused gray. I passed several cars from time to time, and my memory was picked up again. My shadow was wrong here. And at this moment, who is waiting for you with unbounded youth? ?