I have always wanted happiness, but happiness is always so far away from me.
After two months with me, he left in a hurry and returned to a distant foreign country.
The days of gathering less and leaving more are like hollowed-out souls, stranded in mid-air and ups and downs.
Spring is blooming, but I am always uneasy.
I am afraid of forgetting his appearance and losing the feelings we have established. And all the unknown factors.
The world is terrible. I'm afraid, always afraid, but I will never tell him. So I often forget my thoughts.
Along the way, lost all the way, sorry all the way.
For the future, I am afraid, it is so far away, unknown fate, far from seeing the end.
I lost my original direction, should I stay where I am, or should I go forward bravely alone?
I thought I was the smartest decision, but I ended up with such a painful injury.
Just smile, pain, or tears, you can't see.
My dearest, can you read my heart, my feelings and my love?
The road ahead seems to be full of thorns. I dare not step on it, but I want to.
The blood circulates wildly in the body, and the pain that leads me around makes me crazy.
Just thinking about your warm language, so warm and so sweet, the pace of walking around in time tunnel has become so firm and so calm.
I am waiting for happiness to come, I am waiting for happiness to wake up slowly, and I am waiting for his arrival to fill our future.
Stop-and-go, my soul lingers on the familiar route, perhaps not so far away, perhaps testing my will.
Time is just a bystander, and all the processes and results need to be borne by yourself.
We are the protagonists of each other's lives, and I have done everything for you. And what you can do for me, when will it be realized?
Dear, I am watching your safe smile on the other side, while I am waiting for you on the other side.
I tried to treat everything as my illusion, but all my efforts could not cover up those wounds.
These wounds bloom brightly in the dark night, waiting for the holy reincarnation.
It's like I'm standing in this desolate vacancy, waiting for your return.
I hope, slowly, I can smile at myself in the mirror and wait for the most beautiful moment.
Dear, I don't want this to be a beautiful bubble waiting for you to pick me up.
Love said: I will wait here until you come back and say you need me.
One, follow me, don't you like it? If you don't like it, I will follow you.
Second, some troubles are imaginary, but we feel that they are real.
I will wait here for you to come back and say that you need me.
Fourth, you can't say pain, you can't say heartache, and you are afraid that you will lose weight in your heart in an instant.
I don't ask much of you. It's good that you always put me first.
6. Maybe one day, you and I will pass by. I will stop and tell myself that I once loved that person deeply, but unfortunately she didn't cherish me.
Seven, ten fingers clasped, the sweetness between us.
How strong do I have to be to forget you?
If you love someone deeply, you should learn to stop yourself, don't take him as everything, don't tell him everything, and don't share all your secrets with him. The more you invest, the more you will forget yourself. People who have no self can't find their place in love. The only ending, the tighter you hold on to love, the farther you run, and finally you can only crush your dreams and let the once promises drift away like flying flowers.
Ten, many people, not I stay, can stay.
Chat in a circle of friends, I am still waiting for you here in the storm.
There is a belief that persistence is the only way to take you to eternity. Kind heart, natural beauty, kind heart, natural softness, pure heart, natural solemnity; Indifference and no desire can nourish the soul, be quiet and far-reaching, cultivate the soul, enjoy feelings, be at ease and enjoy the air. Many times, we choose to give up according to the situation. Learning to give up doesn't mean losing everything, but gaining more and more.
Second, you are struggling to find out why you were given up. Do you do too much or pay too little? Children who can't solve math problems are afraid of losing points here and not being promoted in love. Well, don't be so eager to learn this time; He is just a wrong person, that's all.
3. People are often limited by the mode of thinking. Once they encounter something that can't be solved by existing methods, they think it is impossible to succeed. As long as you can break through this habitual thinking, you will know that nothing is impossible in the world. A life, a game, a dream. Since the game always wins and loses, there is no need to worry. It's just that this is a game that only the brave can afford.
Fourth, being superior is not noble. True nobility should be superior to the past self. Hemingway
Don't worry that you will have difficulties. Things have changed, so it's not worth worrying about.
People who can see through three aspects of you are trustworthy: the sadness behind your smile, the love hidden in your anger, and the reason for your silence.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent effort.
I'm still waiting for you here in the storm.
Greed is the truest poverty, and contentment is the truest wealth.
Ten, any two people's communication, there must be an ideal distance suitable for each other. Crossing this distance will cause rejection and disgust. This applies to love and friendship. Perhaps the external distance between two people is slightly larger than the internal distance, which can make the emotional attraction between two people achieve the best effect, and the form should lag behind the content slightly.
Xi。 The roadside where you and I first met. At that time, the torrential rain wet your face. Why do I have a feeling of heartache? Is it love in past lives or love in this life? Did you and I meet and fall in love in previous lives?
Twelve, white clouds are clean and ethereal. I want to grasp, but I can't grasp beauty. It's fleeting All that remains is memories and incomprehensible pain. Although the word "love" can be freely written on rice paper, it can only be written in typos, and there is no blue word for less love. You don't know, and I don't understand.
Thirteen, most people's growth is achieved by paying the price. The greater the cost, the faster it may not be, but it will be firmly remembered. Poor repetitive ignorance pays the price in the same place until it dries up. On this journey of life, nothing is filial piety, responsibility and obligation, which awakens the numb nerves and never ignites the inner passion. The distant exit has never been so bright.
Fourteen, the songs of the years wander on pale paper, writing down the line of attachment. The sad melody continues to spread. Does the smile in this song make my thoughts lose their direction too soon? Let me be a fragrant poem without pen and ink.
15. Do you have four looks: one is crazy in front of friends, the other is perfect in front of lovers, the other is fragile when you are alone, and the other is quiet in strangers.
Sixteen, when your ability can't control your goal, then you have to sink down and experience.
Sorry, I can't live without you, but I don't like to defile the beauty of this world.
The real function of tears is to wash your eyes and let you see the person who makes you cry.
Nineteen, yesterday's tears have dried up, crystal tears still leave traces on the cheeks? Yesterday's dry crystal tears met the long-buried thoughts. Who cries in the deep heart? Tears bound by darkness drop into the palm of your hand and become a mist. Whose heart is confused?
Life may not always be beautiful, but those struggles can make you stronger, and those changes can make you smarter.
Twenty-one, when all fantasies turn into bubbles, who knows it will hurt?
22. The environment will never be perfect. Negative people are controlled by the environment, and positive people control the environment.
Play your memories in your mind like a movie. Everything in your diary is about you.
Twenty-four, staring at the silent night, tears leaning against the floor and laughing, plain clothes is like a haze, but it is deeply hidden in this situation.
I've been here watching you.
I received your love letter, and your private love words seem to be talking in your sleep. You don't know, I've been here watching you. I also think of your brightness and innocence when you first arrived. I smiled at you, you nodded and turned away, and you stopped looking at me. I smile again, knowing that you won't admit your arrogance. Your tears moisten the age of vague indulgence in this world, and your sadness has nothing to do with the vicissitudes of any world. Your enthusiasm and sadness are actually intuitive and naive. Lying in the cradle of wandering, the cold current around you is the guarantee of your personal warmth. I picked up something, recognized you, and understood what I had to bear. The so-called fate has never been psychologically prepared. Until today, I have nothing to complain about.
However, we do have the same life. Your indulgence and my weakness meet the conditions for our common growth. In your immature childhood, out of fatigue and weakness, I represented another mature signal. I want to always take care of you. As your brother, I want nothing more. I feel warm and sad when I think of your long-standing smile. Watching you toddler, watching you gradually stand firm, stumbling behind me, crying from time to time, I handed you my hand affectionately, and your palm with such a rich and gentle texture, full of warm tears, bloomed beautifully in our lives. Why did you leave? Why didn't I stop you? I know your original tenderness, but it belongs to my weakness. Are you clear?
Watching you stumble, watching you become more and more mature and stubborn, or should I say, I know better than anyone what your stubbornness represents. Are you really the child behind me? You'd rather leave?
I ignored you. I admit my poverty, and you and I have to admit that we all have an unknown barren side, otherwise we don't need to explore and work so hard, do we? We are all so vain and brave to live. Watching you smile through tears, I've always wanted to tell you that your warm tears are our life.
Are you still crying? I can't see or hear anymore.
Did you lose the room to shed tears to me, or did I lose you? I only remember you gave me a long, sad look, but you didn't tell me. Don't turn around, so I can't see or hear you. This time, I was really angry. Is that all you have? As for me, what about my silent enthusiasm that I have always supported you?
It turns out that my enthusiasm comes from your persistent dependence. Everything seems too late to understand, and my enthusiasm has withered inexplicably. For you, now I have nothing. Even if it's just an act of smiling. I can't see or hear anymore. In other words, I don't have the courage to look and listen.
Suddenly, I miss her so much.
Remember? When we first met, you were arrogant and indulgent, and I was cowardly and persistent. At that time we all had our own sense of powerlessness. I was in a trance when she came. It is a distant, barren and fresh fragrance. I don't know what I'm following. If it is as gentle and sweet as it looks, my unknown soul is empty. Don't you know me? I am poor and tired. In a trance, I saw you young and desolate, and the sad light and shadow flickered. That is your purity, but it is also your pride. I realized that I would never let you go.
The yearning for her is as high as a mountain. You broke my heart. Infinitely brilliant, you smile. Believe me, I know your innocence and lingering. This is a dream of my previous life.
Tears have lost their light, but they are still tears. I see your wound, I see your mature sadness, and the wound under the gauze is the mark of naive narcissism. Will you still smile at me? Laughing without tears, what kind of smile is that? You can justify my indifference. I close my eyes quietly instead of trying to escape; Since I can't escape your wound, why not me? Believe me, I know your purity and pride.
The wound under the gauze is a sign of naive narcissism. I can't continue to protect you when you are in pain. Please forgive my ruthlessness. I'm just confused. I don't recognize you. Watching you mature and stubborn, are you still crying? What about the initial warmth in your tears? If you are still willing to smile at me, tell me, do you still have this ability?
Close your eyes quietly, and the unforgettable light and shadow are still stirring. You are naive and weak to wipe tears behind me, and you are naive and free to smile through tears. Tell me, who hurt you? I can't escape your wound, and I can't continue to protect you when you are in pain. Can you still blame me for being heartless? You bite your lip and bend down, but I will stare at you hard. Where are the wounds you carved yourself? There is no need to keep it from me, because I have no idea. Actually, you are ignorant.
Empty anger. Speaking of fate, I have nothing to complain about.
I've been here watching you. Open your eyes, you smile through tears, and your face is covered with warm tears, which bloom beautifully in our lives. This year, you wrote me a love letter.